[The sun is setting in Japan tonight. There, enjoying the nightlife like a couple of tourists, are Jonathan Storm and his beautiful wife, Helena. The First Couple of the NYSWF have had lots of reasons to celebrate, and lots of reasons to cry this past few months...but the crying is over. Jonathan finally reached the top of the mountain this only a few short weekends ago, finally winning the NYSWF World Title, only to lose it the next night. He finally succeeded in that, now he must succeed in the last thing he needs to validate his return to form. He must beat Axel Majors. Axel, the man he trained, mentored, and cared for like a brother, that he turned his back on. While Jonathan has changed since that fateful day in Febuary, the feelings have not. It's no suprise that he's thinking about that, especially because Big Japan Classic is only a few days away. Helena is dressed as if she was ready to go clubbing, but Jonathan walks around in some baggy blue jean shorts, and a Seattle Mariners Ichiro Suzuki jersey, getting him lots of waves, nods, and high fives from the folks they walk around. He looks down, sighs, and adjusts his matching Mariners cap as he begins to speak.]

Jonathan "The Impact" Storm: Last year, the Big Japan Classic was a turnaround for my career. I faced a fear, and I came out victorious. I put my body, my pride...my very life on the line, all against Prudence in something that could've killed either of us. The past speaks for itself - its scars still resting on my body.

This time around, the scars I will bear will come from you. The pain comes from someone whose ring style I know inside and out. Someone who, as much of a friend as he once was, I know I can beat easily.

This is a submission match, Axel. You pride yourself on being the master of submissions here in the NYSWF. I've been doing the submission thing since before you were even a member of the old NYSWF Academy. I may not make a big stink about it...but I've never felt the need to. I've never felt the need to validate myself by hiding behind things. I've wanted to be a champion...that's what they do. They don't hide.

Axel, how many times have you defended that belt since your victory? How many? Once? Twice? It couldn't have been that much, that I'm sure of. The only real defense that comes to mind is the one you had against Dementia. Even then, you weren't focused on him. You were focused on me, and you suffered for it. The fact is, that you probably wouldn't have had it as long as you have if you would've put that belt up for grabs anytime. Do you see what I'm getting at? You're not a true champion, in any sense of the matter. You're walking around, parading your minor little victories over me like a flag. You think that a victory in my return match, and a draw at the PPV justifies that you've surpassed me? Axel, I paved the way for you. Step by step, I've guided you and helped you. I helped you earn your wings.

Now I'll clip them off - a small reminder that you're still just as I remember you to be.

Really, Axel. A small taste of success, and you've become so full of yourself, you probably don't even remember what it's like to fail....wait, what am I talking about? This is the guy who couldn't even beat Memento, the same man I plastered to the wall a few short weeks ago. Like it or not, Axel...the cons are slowly outweighing your positives.

Has it ever occured to you that your small amount of success has all happened in the period of time I was away from the NYSWF? Have you ever thought about that? That the minute I up and leave this promotion, you finally achieve something? It was one less obstacle for you, Axel. You couldn't do it as long as I was here *smirking*. It's a shame that you're getting knocked back down to where you belong. *sighing* It didn't have to be this way, Axel. When I offered my hand a couple of weeks ago, you could've ended it - the true sign of a champion, and a good sport...but you didn't. You wanted to feed your ego this weekend, and boost your self worth.

I don't even think you're doing this because you hate me anymore. I don't think you could ever hate me for long, because of the roads we've been down. I think you're doing this because you need to prove something to yourself. You've got to prove to Ashlee, yourself, and every fan in the audience, that you're not Spyke a loser anymore. This is you validating your own self-worth - the price you pay being abandoning the only person who ever believed in you.

[Storm gets stopped by a few fans, and he happily signs a few autographs, takes a few pictures. This is a different Jonathan than we've ever seen. He's not moody, he's not arrogant...he's comfortable in the skin he's been given, and he looks the part more than ever. He continues to speak, the look not so much disappointing, but more of a comfort. He's more at ease with the task ahead of him, something he hasn't been before.]

"The Impact": Was it worth it, Axel? To continue this battle for two months, if it was only about proving something to yourself? Axel, you're just a one trick pony, coasting off the fact that you beat Spiral a Project Mayhem member, and me. Once. Do you know how many things happen just once? Lots of things. Do you know how often some of those things happen again? Nearly never. Axel, one victory over me, doesn't mean you've surpassed me. It means nothing in the grand scheme of things. You could fight me one hundred times over, and that won't mean you're better than me if you only win once. It means just that - one win.

In just a few short days, we're going to wrestle in the match that is the ultimate match for pride. It's the match that only an ego could love...the Submission match. You're certainly asking for your pride to be wounded, Axel, as you really don't have a chance in hell of beating me. You've got the weight of your little world on your shoulders, all to prove that the one time we faced each other, it wasn't a fluke. Me? All I need to do is go out there and do what I've always done - play the part of superstar. Somebody's gotta do it...chumpstain.

Axel, you can downplay the idea all you want...you can shove it in the back of your head and pray it's not true, but even you know it. Axel, you may be good at submissions, but...

..Namonaihito Shafuu Shimatta Betaa...Amatsusae Aibo Anone..

For the audience at home that doesn't know, that's Nobody Does It Better...Except For Me. Really, Axel...nobody - not even you. Get ready to tap out and lose that title, brother...it's only a matter of time.

And I'll prove to you that you're not so special.

[The audience claps...Helena claps...Jonathan's done, and he's quite happy with his work...but what he say? Whazzat? What he say? I'm confused! Help me! Oh, alright...we'll fade out. But I'm not happy about it! I need answers! What the hell did he say?]