The Hunt is on: Finding Andretti

OOC: Highlighting the end

[The Hunt is on: Finding Andretti]
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Evil eyes behind their smiles
You swallow it up when sincerity lies
Lock me up, label me “dangerous” files
Fear of the unknown, so scared of my style
Alert the press and address the states of emergency
We the crew you love to hate
First mistake, you were never ready
Dance with the dead, better be ten times more deadly
This is me, I’m always the same
Virus in the system, crash the mainframe
Uprise, now fall in line
Roll with the pack or get left behind

Chorus:
"It’s a Masterpiece Conspiracy"

I’d rather hear it from you than be lied to
Call it what it is like the heathens do
Red lights of betrayal, deceived again
Exposed by the light, true colors ascend
Take down the regime, break the trend
Bumrushed by your peers and your so-called friends
Keep your people tight, watch your enemies close
Trust what you know, soon enough they’ll choke
Where were you when we started this thing?
You weren’t around, this ain’t yours to claim
You’ll never take what’s been given to us
Wipe that smile off your face and that look of disgust
Uprise, now fall in line
Roll with the pack, or get left behind

Chorus:
"It’s a Masterpiece Conspiracy"

Liar

Deceiver

Betrayer

Backstabber

“You're such a backstabber”
-----"Masterpiece Conspiracy" - P.O.D

~*The scene opens up at the same bridge that was broadcasted on Wednesday Night Wild, except this time around, the skies are much darker and there are a lot of lights, sirens and cars. The cameras pan around the area and the local police are blocking off the road from other motorists, firefighters are running around, some are standing by and the paramedics are on stand by also. On top of the bridge, paramedics take a look down to see the long drop below and witness the police scuba team patrolling the water and the area. The cameras witness pure chaos going on as the police, the paramedics and the firefighters are trying to figure out what transpired, along with a search for Sean Andretti. A police officer runs pass the camera and whispers something to a medic nearby and as this is going on, from the caution tape appears two individuals who are identified to be Stacy Andretti and Shawn Hunt. Stacy Andretti seems to have a traumatizing look across her face as she fears the worse of what is going on. The hunt for the Canadian Sensation continues and as a crying Stacy Andretti steps on the scene with Hunt a police officer from nearby with the name "Robinson" on the badge stops and grabs her.~*

Police Officer: I'm sorry ma'am, but you can not be here. You have to leave.

Stacy Andretti: But.....I.....can't leave.....that's my husband you are searching for!!!!!!!!!!

~*Stacy Andretti begins to cry and Shawn Hunt is there to comfort her. The police officer remains calm and the look on his face tells them...and the cameras, that he means business.~*

Police Officer: .....Sir, you are not allowed to stay on the premises.....we are taking care of very serious business here.....now if you don't leave.....(The police officer goes to grab his walkie talkie and turns it up)

Shawn Hunt: And we aren't?.....listen here.....(Looks at his badge).....Robinson, that is our fried down there and I'm not going to let some punk dough eating rent-a-cop stop me from being here. Use whatever force you may, but we are not leaving. Got it tubby?

~*Officer Robinson who...for those who didn't know...is mildly...no...well, the guy is very obese...looks down at his stomach that overlaps over his belt, sighs and proceeds to place his walkie talkie back.~*

Police Officer: Suit yourself.

Shawn Hunt: I will...but maybe you should first. Your uniform looks five sizes too small there bro.

~*The obese Officer Robinson gives Shawn Hunt a "don't test me" look as Hunt reaches his arm out, lifts it up and gives the officer the finger. Robinson smiles at Shawn and walks away as Stacy Andretti walks around nervously. Several other officers and paramedics rush by and as one of them run by Stacy, she grabs the arm of one of them to grab their attention.~*

Stacy Andretti: (Panting from chasing down the medic) Sir.....I'm sorry.....I'm really sorry but is there any update on what is happening here?

Paramedic: Who are you?

Stacy Andretti: I am the wife of the man you all are searching for.

Paramedic: Oh.

~*The paramedic nods his head...in a bit of shame...as Stacy looks on at the man who she just met, hoping that his expression and the nod of his head doesn't mean bad news. Tears begin to flow from her face as the paramedic grabs her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes.~*

Paramedic: We have been on the lookout for your husband for hours, we have been searching everywhere for him, but we have been unsuccessful in finding him so far. We cannot find anything and it's getting late....ya know....and most of us guys got to get up early in the morning........

Stacy Andretti: So what, keep looking!!!!!

Paramedic: I'm sorry miss...but as much as you will like for us to do that for you, we will have to pick this up tommorrow morning and gain evidence. Ma'am I'm terrible sorry...but we have reason to believe after all of this searching for him and not finding anything...that your husband might be..........

~*Stacy Andretti eyes turn read with sorrow as tears flow even more from her eyes like a waterfall. Stacy Andretti then turns and looks at the paramedic, nodding her head furiously not believing a word he just said.~*

Stacy Andretti: (Crying) No.....no.....no. Don't say that! He is not dead. He won't die. Sean won't die or disappear on me! I have the faith that he will come back to me. I know it.....but if you guys would just stay out for another hour or so and look harder and everywhere.....then maybe.....

Paramedic: I'm sorry, we have been out here all night, it's almost 3 A.M. We have no choice but to call the search for your husband.....

Stacy Andretti: (Crying even more) NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

~*Stacy Andretti clutches onto the paramedic and cries on him like a parent leaving their young toddler. Stacy tries to run after the medic to convince him one more time to extend the search for Sean Andretti but Shawn Hunt snags her up and stops her in her tracks. Mrs. Andretti kicks wildly in Hunt's arms and cries her heart out as the paramedic enters his car and speeds off. Shawn Hunt then turns her around and gives her a big hug and keeps her close to him to assure her that everything with be okay as the police, the firefighters and paramedics leave the scene and the crying of Stacy Andretti gets worse. Shawn Hunt holds her tight and as they hug, Shawn whispers these words in her ear as the police sirens ring out in the beautiful Montana sky.~*

Shawn Hunt: (Whispering to Stacy Andretti) Everything will be alright, Stacy. Everything will be alright.

~*The cameras fade out with Shawn Hunt and Stacy Andretti hugging in the middle of the road with her tears trickling down her face...and hitting the cold, hard asphalt.~*

[The Day After.....]

~*The cameras fade in and the scene opens up in what looks to be a forest. The sun begins to rise, the birds are flying around and chirping loudly, the crickets and other creatures are making their noises. Just as this is going on, the loud sound of a twelve gauge shotgun rings out through the air and the birds scatter. The camera quickly moves around to see the distance of where the shot was fired and who exactly fired it, but as the camera pans around this "forest", it spots a body lying along the rocks of the creek. We can obviously tell that the body is a man...but this man is lying face down and appears to be dead. The man has on all black but his clothes seems to be rugged and torn, with blood leaking from his legs and his arms. The man's entire body looked to be banged up and the rough water current of this day doesn't help the situation. The current slaps along the man's legs and the man doesn't seem to be dead after all...but severly injured. The man slowly moves, trying not to further the injuries that he already has and through the crimson mask on his face, the tons of cuts and bruises, we can identify this individual to be "The Canadian Sensation" Sean Andretti. Sean Andretti crawls while grabbing at his leg and with the pain evident on his face, tries to move off of the rocks and onto the land. Andretti struggles and can barely see with his own blood covering his face. He slowly crawls and after several minutes finally reaches the land. The Canadian Sensation then rolls over on his back, sits up and looks over at the cuts and bruises that cover his entire body. Another shot from the twelve gauge is fired and Andretti looks in the air, worried. Sean Andretti pants like a dog, gasping for air and continues his crawling...but it doesn't take long for another round of the shotgun to go off, but this time the shot gets closer. The Canadian Sensation looks around worried for his life and with the little bit of energy that he has starts crawling at his best. After crawling and practically getting nowhere, The Canadian Sensation falls down with his face saying "hello" to the ground. The determination to move by the Canadian Sensation is obvious and then it begins to turn into rage. Sean Andretti screams out and it echoes off of the trees and it makes several nearby birds fly away. The Canadian Sensation once again, struggles to get up and for the third time, fails and falls to the ground face first. Through his crimson mask, several tears flow down his face and once again a shot from the twelve gauge shotgun is fired. Sean Andretti turns around and a man walks out holding the twelve gauge shotgun that had been previously fired several times. The man walks around with a cocky demeanor and lets another round go towards the sky. This individual laughs and Sean Andretti gives the man a weird look. The man then looks over at Sean Andretti and in total shock, drops the shotgun and walks over. He stands in front of Sean Andretti who is trying to reach his feet...but he falls again. The man nods his head, reaches into his pocket, grabs his whiskey and drinks. Looking down at Sean Andretti, the man laughs like crazy and grabs his cell phone. The man dials three numbers but Andretti pays him attention and continues. Andretti then spots one of the cameras and with the last inch of strength points at it. He then puts his head down and still gasping for air says this.~*

The Canadian Sensation: You.....son.....(Coughing up blood).....of.....(Coughing up more blood).....a.....bitch!!!!!

~*The cameras begin to fade out, with paramedics rushing on to the scene and taking care of the injured Sean Andretti.~*

[From the Inside.....]

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall...who's the Elite of them all?.....some say it wouldn't be me, because I've lost in two straight weeks...but defeating J Stevenson on Wednesday will make it even more bittersweet. Riddle me this...and riddle me that...Stevenson, how would you love to feel the pain of a baseball bat?.....or the pain of a chair.....remember my friend, it's no disqualification....so everything is fair!.....Stevenson, you thought you'd get the job done by throwing me off of bridge, but you didn't you fool, I'm still here, I'm still breathing and damnit I still live. J, this week is one for the history books and while we wait you better get all of your lies in...because for what you did, you are a dead man; YOU ARE MINE COME UPRISING!!!!!!!!!!

You know, ten years ago, a wise man once said never underestimate the heart of a champion. That wise man was former Houston Rockets head coach Rudy Tomjonivich and he went on to win two NBA World Championships. Another wise man, years later, once said it's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog. That wise man was Michael Jordan. Anybody that is anybody knows who Michael Jordan is right?.....multiple time NBA Finals most valuable player, won six world championships with the Chicago Bulls. Known for his fourty three inch vertical leap and the dunk from the free throw line that won him the slam dunk contest. You know, the same guy who is plastered all over those Hane's commercials, that same guy who used to sponsor the same company that I now work for. We all know the story of M.J right?.....of course you do. You couldn't speak basketball history of the ninties without mentioning Jordan. You couldn't mention the North Carolina Tar Heels without thinking of number twenty three and finally you couldn't mention these sayings without thinking of me. You see Rudy was correct. You should never underestimate the heart of a champion, the eye of the tiger, the size of the dog in the fight. You should never underestimate the heart of Sean Andretti. I have the eye of the tiger, the fight and the fire in my belly that keeps me going. I have that drive that makes me succeed above the rest. I don't need championships and gold around my waist to know that I am a champion. I already know that I am a champion when I'm stepping through the ropes but it's always good to know in the back of my mind that I contend number two behind Xear for the United States Championship. It's good to know in the back of my mind that when I step from the curtains every week, that I will receive nothing but a standing ovation, that the fans will cheer for me and stand behind me through thick and thin...for me, no matter what other egomaniacs think I'm doing behind the scenes. No matter the consequences or the circumstances are, the fans will cheer for me...and no one else. But now, for the last four fucking weeks, there has been something in the back of my mind that scars me. For the last four fucking weeks, I have been thinking of something.....rather someone.....that to this day still makes me wonder. Makes my blood boil. For the last four fucking weeks, since making Judah Walton submit to my hands at Betrayal, there has been one individual who I thought I knew. The individual who during these last four fucking weeks, I never spoke a word about. The same individual who I used to be friends with. Hell, I'll stop beating around the bush. The individual I have been thinking of, the individual that I have had stuck in the back of my head for these last four weeks, have been you J Stevenson.

For these last couple of weeks, we've been at each others throat, chomping at the bit to get each other inside of the squared circle. You left me a bloody mess at Betrayal, put up ridiculous posters of yourself in my locker room, kidnapped my manager Jeffery Archibald...and then you retaliated the two straight weeks of me interfering in your matches by kidnapping me, beating me with a tire iron and superkicking me off of a bridge. And now I'm on the way to the hospital. Thanks a lot, Jackass Stevenson. I'd first like to say that in all of this, I was nothing but a damn victim. J Stevenson, you attacked me out of fear and you are nothing but a paranoid son of a bitch and just like your dad...you'll be a dead man. Cruel eh?.....that was cold wasn't it J Stevenson. But so is saying thanks to the individual who showed you the tricks of the trade...who showed you everything that you've known. You want to know who the real criminal is?.....want to know the real one who started this all?.....you don't point at me, you point at the man who's from those dirty, filthy streets of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. You point at the man, who is sending my ass to the hospital...with God knows what injuries. You point at J Stevenson. I did nothing in all of this. So, you claim that I was that one who was calling you out as the one-man sellout...and Stevenson, you smart bastard, you don't miss a beat. You were right damnit. I was calling you out.....but we could've done this my way. I could've ended everything that you had the right way. I could've ended your career on a good note. I could've sent you packing, the 8 Ball way.....but you had to let your emotions take over didn't you?.....you just had to do all of this didn't you?.....is this the way you show your respect?.....is this the way the student is suppose to treat the teacher?.....I don't think so. But, Stevenson.....before I passed out, I heard the paramedics talking. They were talking about how our match is now changed. They were talking about how the two out of three falls match is now off. That now, I have to face you in just one fall and that fall is no disqualification. I'm dissappointed. Shame...shame...shame. Shame on you Stevenson, shame...on...you. But I shouldn't be dissapointed...oh no...I should've expected this. It's just typical you Stevenson. Typical you.

I should have known that you would stoop even lower than throwing me off of a bridge, to go suck up to Rex Likely and get the match changed. So, what was wrong with what we had before J?.....couldn't handle the pressure?.....couldn't handle locking yourself inside of a Lion's Den with me and getting beat senseless?.....couldn't handle fighting me for an hour in an Iron Man match with no rules to it?.....what was wrong with what we had Stevenson?.....we had the perfect chance to make history. We were going to fight in two matches, they were going to be the very first time that the Chaos Heat Zone would have seen them and I was going to win them both. There wasn't going to be no third fall, I wasn't going to fight you in a mirror on the wall match, I was just going to brutally assault you and show you who's boss. But you couldn't let me have that either could you?.....you couldn't let me have my fun right Stevenson?.....you just had to spoil it. But you couldn't handle a two out of three falls...huh?.....but let me guess, it was too dangerous...and you couldn't risk breaking your back again...or ending that career of yours. J Stevenson...if you haven't been following...then wake up you idiot...because I made your career!!!!!

All the time I was out, J you were telling everyone how much I was a failure. You were telling everyone how much you would never see my face again. How much you made the Elite Impact Players what they were. That the success of the E.I.P was all because of you. And let me say...that...that...is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. J Stevenson, you are full of your own shit...and your own ego...you could not be further from the truth. So, J...why don't you just stop lying to the people...and tell them what's really been going down...but seeing as you've dug yourself in this deep you will only put yourself over and give yourself some really lame motivational speech in the process. Ain't that right Stevenson?.....you want to tell everyone of how much I am a failure.....but for the third time.....this failure.....made your ass.....so hmm...if I'm a failure, and I made you...what do you call yourself Stevenson?.....and J, I won't even bring up the stuff about you and Tracy Andersen that Jeffery Archibald loves to bring up.....but how about that night when we won the Chaos Heat Zone Tag Team Championships. Who was the man, who climbed up the ladder, unhooked the titles and claimed with Matt Scheffert that the Elite Impact Players were born. That man was me. Who was the self-centered bastard who couldn't stop Ritchie Danko from injuring me and then later got pinned to lose our tag team championships?.....you take a look at the tape, that man wasn't me. That man was you Stevenson. You claim that it was all my fault that we lost the championships, you point the finger.....you condemn me for us losing the championships...but it was all of your fault. You were the one who was pinned and damnit, if you would've stopped Ritchie Danko from tearing my MCL on that night, we would still be together and we would still be the CHZ Tag Team Champions but it was you that betrayed me. It was you who stabbed me in the back, it was you who ended our two year friendship...not me.

J Stevenson, even though I'm on a ride to the hospital, with these fucking tubes in my body, let's get something straight here. What you did on Wednesday will NOT be forgotten. J, the bottom line is, you tried to kill me. You tried to get me out of the picture. You tried to teach me a lesson, but I didn't get it. I won't allow myself to fall to your level. I won't become you. J Stevenson, I will make it to Uprising...if it kills me. Stevenson, me not showing up to Uprising is inevitable. I will be there. Injured or not. You better believe that. J Stevenson, they say that there is no I in team, but there is an I in Elite. And on Wednesday, when I'm at the Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon I plan to show you that I am indeed Elite. That even though I've taught you everything that you know about this business, that even though I brought you here to the Chaos Heat Zone, that even though the odds are stacked against me to defeat you...for whatever reason...I'll get the job done. My bruised ego, won't go bruised another week. I guarantee you that. J Stevenson, the odds have been stacked against me my entire career. Folks have been saying for years I couldn't do this...and I couldn't do that...but I put the criticism aside and I've got the job done, but J, you know you couldn't say the same. You know, they say that without God, without the strength of Jesus, that without these two almighty powers that you are nothing. J Stevenson, I think that goes well here...don't you say?.....J, let's face the facts. I'm like God to you man...because whatever God can giveth, God can taketh away and at Uprising I'll get the gift of playing God in so many ways. Stevenson, at Uprising I will be like God...because I will be your judge, jury and executioner. On Wednesday night it will indeed be your judgment day and you will be judged for these cowardly acts that you've commited during these weeks. And Stevenson, if you think that this is all of what I have inside my head, then you've got another thing coming. You believe that I am a laughing stock, a fucking joke, do you?.....well guess what, here is where the good stuff comes in. Here's where this gets juicy, I hope you aren't bored...because at the end...the fucking joke...will be on you.

Being a bold face liar should be in your job description...because Stevenson you do it all too well. So let's really get down to the truth here. J Stevenson, I remember you saying when I first left that you would do better than you ever did before, now that I was out of the picture. That I was holding you down from greatness. That I was the reason that you never contended for any championships. That now since I was injured that greater things would come. That just because I was injured it would open new doors for you. Expect more...always expect more...remember those words J?...great, because it should have said...always expect less. J Stevenson, while I was out...you did absolutely nothing. You made no name for yourself. You closed the doors that were supposedly open after I left. You didn't contend for a championship, hell...you didn't even get a shot at one. Instead, you were thrown to the wolves and you fought Diablo no more than a month later...and what happened there J?.....you failed.....and failed miserably. Matter of fact, you didn't even show up to fight and you got put on the shelf. Where was your greatness when you were facing Diablo?.....I mean J, when was the last time you actually saw Diablo defeat someone?.....but no, instead Diablo went from this raging loser to being feared and that was because of you. And J, you couldn't make any excuses for losing to Diablo...because we used to always take down Tank back in the day. So now you have this back injury and you returned with the same hopes you had when I left and that was to be someone. You wanted to be something, a name on the marquee, your face in the spotlight, you wanted your name to be called out in public but that never happened. Stevenson you suffered...and you sucked. You never lived up to your own expectations and there's only one thing that you dwell on while I was away and that was that lucky victory to our former world champion Drayton MacPhereson. You speak about Drayton, but he pays you no attention whatsoever. He doesn't even respect you...and the victory that you picked up over him. Stevenson, nobody respects you...and the respect that I did have for you has dwindled and faded. Drayton MacPhereson has put the loss in his past and has moved on...but why can't you?...why can't you shut up about the win over Drayton...or are you just as surprised that you beat a top tier guy like everyone else?...matter of fact, everyone else has forgotten about that match...because we all know that if the chips fell the same way again, that if a Wednesday Night Wild card read Drayton MacPhereson versus J Stevenson once more, the outcome would not be the same. But Stevenson, I returned to the Chaos Heat Zone and your career and the interest in you peaked. You formed this little team with Blake Masters and things for you seemed to be going pretty well. You were in that tournament for the Chaos Tag Team Championships and you became the first ever Chaos Tag Team Champion with Blake. Good for you. Have a fucking party, invite your friends...if you even have any of those left...because this is where it gets good. Stevenson a couple weeks ago, you were defending your championships to the Triumvirate and you thought you had the match won. You thought that you were going to win...but from out of nowhere I came...pulled the chair right from under your ass...and you lost. You lost your championships and I injured your buddy Blake in the process. Now what?.....your buddy is sitting at home watching us fight.....and there ain't shit he can do about it. And Blake, if you had any sense in your brain...you'd stay put...and stay in Birmingham. So, Stevenson...you think that I shut you up by bringing this up?...I know I haven't...but J...you ain't seen nothing yet.

J Stevenson this is the same J Stevenson that I have to face in a few days. The same J Stevenson that I created. The same J Stevenson that I have to destroy. You see J Stevenson...and that's all me. That is the same J Stevenson who was nothing until I came along. The same J Stevenson who was fighting in fight clubs in Philadelphia for money. The same J Stevenson who was known as J-Rock at the Chaotic Wrestling Federation...fighting for minimum wage, who never made the main events, couldn't wrestle worth a shit. The same J-Rock who was fighting on the bottom of the card, the J-Rock that always lost, the J-Rock that nobody paid attention to, the J-Rock that always got pushed around, the same mother fucking J-Rock that never amounted up to anything. While I was near the main event in the CWF, making history with my Canadian World Order, capturing the Hardcore Championship, you were on the bottom...with no hope. But I saw potential in you. I saw potential that no one else saw and I decided to train you. When nobody saw hope in you, when everyone was laughing at you behind your back, I stood up and I fought for you. When everyone was dogging you, talking about how much you sucked...how much you would never amount to anything in the industry, I stood up and said you would be the next big thing. And you never delivered. You sold out to me J. You never ever lived up to the potential that I had of you. I took you from the J-Rock that was nothing, who slept on urinated mattresses, the J-Rock that was living paycheck to paycheck, the J-Rock who used to dig through garbage, the same fucking J-Rock who lived on ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch, who had nothing but butter and toast for breakfast, who drove around in nothing but a fucking Buick and I made him a star. J, you owe me the whole damn world...and you never said thank you. Not even a thank you, a pat on the back, or anything. You never showed me any respect whatsoever, but I made nothing of it. J Stevenson when you were on the verge of being fired by the higher executives at Xtreme Zone Wrestling, I talked them out of it. I told them to give you a chance, that you would prove them wrong...and you never did. J, remember XZW?.....the same federation where I defeated Shawn Hunt, and was the first ever Xtreme Zone Wrestling Undisputed Champion. And while I was the XZW Undisputed Champion, what were you doing with your career?...while we were in XZW together, while I was all over the main events, in the marquees, with my name out there...just what exactly were you doing?...you were doing nothing with your life. You were sitting back, wrestling at the end of the card, doing nothing, collecting the little amount of money that you were making. J Stevenson, I took you being a completely nothing...a nobody, to being a somebody. I took you from sleeping on urinated mattresses to sleeping on queen sized beds, in five star hotels. I took you from living through paychecks to actually having money to spend. Stevenson, I took you from digging through garbage, from eating buttered toast in the morning and ham and cheese sandwiches in the afternoon, to eating caviar, sushi and having continental breakfasts. I made you get rid of that crappy Buick and you starting driving around in a Lexus. I made you a fucking megastar...and you never paid me back. In IUWF I was there when you won that Extreme Championship, but J...you never made anything of that championship. You brung that title down and you rarely defended it. And then you want to talk about Insane Impact Wrestling and how you won the Global Championship by defeating three people in one night...but Stevenson what you don't know is, I force fed those men to you. I knew that you would defeat those guys, I knew that you would win the Global Championship. I told those guys to lay down for you...for them to lose to you...and J, last time I checked.....whose name was on that contract?...who owned Insane Impact Wrestling?...who gave you the benefit of the doubt...and told those men to lose so you could win the title?.....last time I checked.....that man was me!!!!!

So, now what J Stevenson?...what lies do you have to come up with now?...what more bullshit do we have to hear from you?...hopefully, after Wednesday...there won't be any more. You claim that you are in your prime right now...but in all honesty, you never reached it...and without me behind your back, you'll never get there. Stevenson, the folks now know who made who. I never needed you. I was successful before you...and I will be successful after you. After the smoke clears and the dust settles, I'll still be the same Sean Andretti who always got what he wanted, the same way I did years ago. I'll admit, I have been a little inconsistent as of late, but after this week, things won't be the same. This match for us Stevenson, will be the crossroads. It will end what we had, and will begin something new. What exactly will it be for me will be what it always was...and that's showing arrogant pundits like you who's really Elite. Showing fools like you who is the epitome of excellence. Proving the critics wrong over and over and maintaining the name of The Canadian Sensation. Stevenson, the Human Highlight Reel era is over...and hell, the name...was made by me!!! Stevenson, you have no idea. You have no clue what you've done to yourself. You should have thought this through, but you obviously didn't. J, by the end of Wednesday night...you're going to wish that what you did at Betrayal never happened. You're going to wish that we were still friends...you're going to wish that I did die...and you're going to wish that the days of the Elite Impact Players were still upon us. You're going to be begging for those days. Those days where you were on the sidelines, watching me dish out the pain...but now you crossed that line...and now you're an enemy, and just like all of my enemies...you have to bite the dust. J Stevenson, it's just the harsh reality. The reality that you have to face when you are put out into this world...and at Uprising, the harsh reality will be put in front of you. The years of the fans wondering who is better will finally close. For when Wednesday moves into Thursday...we will know who is better. We will all know that the real Elite Impact Player...is me.

Nut-uh Stevenson, these aren't my last...these days are my first. You can quote me on that shit."