Jonathan Storm: Chris Davison. The underdog champion...hero to the masses...true legend. Something doesn't fit quite right with that statement, does it? Of course not...because it's nothing but a lie. Plain and simple. The existence of Chris is nothing like he would have you believe. You want the truth? I'll give you the truth. The truth lies just beneath the surface. Once it is revealed...the truth will be blatantly obvious to everyone. Well...to everyone but Chris himself, that is. Forgive me, Chris...but this is the only way I know you'll learn. Hopefully you'll understand that what I'm saying...is meant to rip you to shreds internally.

You see Chris, I know you harbor jealousy towards me. One that burns deep down inside of your soul...because you long to be what I am, Chris. You long to be at the top of your game...but you just don't have what it takes. So instead...you make excuses for your failures...and you make excuses for my success. You bring about that I fell to David Zakin, but you neglect the fact that I DID win the Canadian Title. I managed to take the next step long before you did. But what do you do, Chris Davison? You employ other methods to try and find some success for yourself, hoping that this time will be the last one. You attach yourselves to other successful superstars...hoping that maybe it might rub off on you, as well. You serve as the leech, attaching yourself to the likes of anybody who'll take you. Time and time again that leech is Michael Trey...a fallen veteran. Hell, Trey can hardly help himself anymore...let alone the likes of you as well. You think Trey's first priority is advancing your career? Hardly. Our "Golden Boy" cares about himself, and nobody else...or should we ask Claire and Bisc if I'm lying?

Chris, so many things are different now that I'm at the top of the ladder. Lance Sterling has gone from hero to a vague memory. I've been able to get six men all on the same page as we strive for utter supremecy over the Hardcore Wrestling Federation, and most of all...I have grown in leaps and bounds. I said not too long ago that I'm an x-factor, but that won't be the case much longer. I go from the dark horse...to a very legitimate threat. Look at who I surround myself with. Johnny Drake. A man who controls all our destinies. Shawn Collins. A person who could easily make or break your fortunes. Gavin Coens, God himself. Phoenix...a man who broke your "friend" Michael Trey to little bits and pieces as he went on to establish his utter dominance over "The Forgotten One". Last, and certainly not least, is my friend Chris Styles...a man who is the most underappreciated wrestler in the HWF...a man who will take the next step, and defeat Michael Trey. You keep thinking that our egos, pride, and immaturity will be our downfall...but keep it at that, a thought. The Anti-Heroes all had their own agenda...The Street Syndicate had too many big egos to exist. The Inner Circle is all fighting for a common goal, and we are well on our way to achieving that. Chris...do not worry about the snakes in your garden, when you have spiders in the bed.

Storm: The point I'm trying to make is simple, Chris...even for you to grasp. You're constantly trying to make yourself into somebody you aren't. You refuse to work with the cards god has given you. Take a look at the mirrors that surround me. Each one of them projects an image of myself. And no matter how distorted they may be...they're still me. They reflect what I truly am. A misfit. A born-champion. And most of all...a leader of men. If you were in my position, the mirrors would reflect none of those things...because they only work with what you give them. At best, you could hope for these mirrors to reflect a perennial midcarder, who gets an occasional shot at the big time...but doesn't have what it takes to come through. I see the reality of who I am in these mirrors. But you, Chris...would only see what you want to see. Stop trying to be who you aren't. You aren't a hero, Chris...and even if you were, it wouldn't do you much good. You think these people want a hero? No, they don't. How do I know? Because I was that hero, Davison. I'm the one that promised them the change they so desperately yearned for...and when I delivered it, they didn't want it. I'm only doing what I promised to do so many months ago, upon my arrival in the HWF. Bringing change upon this federation. And now that I'm about to succeed...they've turned their backs on me. They don't know what they want, Chris...but it certainly isn't you saving them from a fate at the hands of The Inner Circle. You aren't a hero. These people will only accept you for what you truly are...and that's nothing special. No matter how hard you try...you'll never make it back to the heaven you've created for yourself in your own mind. Even after I've lost "The Big Match"...you're still the underdog. Hell, I'M still an underdog too. Saturday night, I change everything, in your life and mine...and it ends with you hearing a...

Storm: Once I take away the little glory you have...maybe you'll see the truth. That you aren't a superstar. You aren't the legend you claim you are. You aren't a hero...and you won't be the final blow to The Inner Circle I worked so hard to build. Face it, Chris. You're ordinary...and ordinary just isn't good enough. This Saturday, the man is revealed as nothing but a boy...the myth is shattered to pieces, revealing the truth...and the only legend coming from this match will be the tale of how I accomplished the inevitable, and took my place at the top of this company...where I belong.