Jonathan Storm: Over the past few days, I have merely chosen to listen first, and then respond. I have chosen to let Chris Davison fire his shots at me, claiming that he wants it more, and that I am nothing more than a prop, being held up by various people. Using petty excuses as his crutch, to this moment, he believes he's going to be victorious against me at Suicide this weekend. He honestly believes that when every light fades for the evening, and after the last fan leaves his seat...the Canadian Title will still be his. I hate to burst his bubble, but he's wrong. You see, he seems to be the only one not getting the point. I'm ready for the spotlight he and I both crave. Even the guys who he viewed upon as my "critics" cannot deny that I'm nearly there. All I need is that one magic moment. The one small fragment of time to capture the lightning in a bottle and take what they know I can get. Feeling kinda sheepish Chris? Of the four people you've chose to ask for "legitimate" opinions, I've soundly defeated all four of them. Wow...it seems you still haven't learned. Of course, it's the futile attempts for your own words to affect me that cause you to find someone else to speak for you. I'm perfectly aware that people in the back don't like me. They don't like what they can't handle, and no one has been able to handle me. Chris, once again, you have failed to view the obvious, even when it is clear to someone with an intellegence level of a small child. All you've done is left me to hear the continuing of a sob story...of a real "tragedy". Chris, you feel that everyone mocks you because you can't defend your precious Tempest? I don't...because suprisingly, I know what it's like to be helpless in defending the one you love. It's the moment where I stopped thinking about everyone, and started thinking about myself did I truely take off. My beautiful wife Ashlee is sitting at home this moment, and she understands. She knows that it's for the growth of myself and our future. Chris...ever considered fighting for YOURSELF before you fight for anyone else? As Vic Williams' theme says quite often and blatantly "I cannot save you...I can't even save myself." In a nutshell, Chris...save yourself before you play Superman for Tempest.

Storm: I'm perfectly aware what I'm going into on Saturday...because as I've said before, I've been in your shoes. Chris, don't you dare ever tell me what it's like. Having to step into the ring with your own family is the hardest thing an athlete in our sport has to do. I've done it...three times. Once against my older brother, and twice against my cousin. When I was at the bottom, you never saw. When I was playing by the rules "society" laid down, you never saw. Now that I make the rules, you noticed...and it's because I'm not a pawn anymore. Chris, you get choked down by what you've seen me do, because you can't do it. You can't beat Lance Sterling. You can't "lead the charge", and I certainly don't think you can handle the expectations you've placed upon yourself. You're cracking under your own hype...the very hype you've made for yourself. I walked around unnoticed, but when I got noticed, I let everyone else hype me...all I gotta do is continue to show why I am the blue-chip athlete I've demonstrated consistantly. Bottom line is this. I'm not a slave to any system anymore...I am the one calling the shots. This is my stage, Chris. The Inner Circle is my supporting cast, and you are just an extra I'm letting walk around.

Storm: Sometimes it's best to fool ourselves, isn't it? It's best to let ourselves believe what we say, all to make us feel better. It's best for you to believe that my brief encounter with that carbon copy of the Canadian Title will be my last moments with it ever. It even helps you to believe that I'm no better than you...and I won't stop you from believing those things. They set your mind at ease. They help you get to sleep at night. Then you let Tempest lie to you, as she confirms your fiction. This is good. I want no excuses from you when I'm holding the belt above my head on Saturday. No excuses about not being rested...no claims that you weren't mentally ready. Keep going the way you're going...it keeps you standing after I say my piece. Through triumph and tragedy here in the HWF, I have managed to rise above it all. I've managed to build my character throughout the matters. It's allowed me to blossom into something people never thought I could be. A leader. A champion...and above all else, a true dominant force. I've built an empire around me, and I will not allow someone who thinks they're secure on the in and outside to ruin this for me. My goals will be fufilled, and I've demonstrated that I will do WHATEVER IT TAKES to see that they do. Calling out Lance so many months ago was a start. It blossomed into me growing as a figure in the HWF. It made me just what I wanted to be...an upstart. Who would've imagined that someone in the HWF only two months would dare call out its then World Champion? Who expected him to challenge him, and then match him, no less? Now when I issue the challenges, people no longer laugh...they listen...and once again, I'm sure you'll come up with some clever comeback to make you feel safe and secure. You're not safe, and you're especially not secure. That mouth seems to be the one thing that's making you feel better though...and it shouldn't. Come Saturday, it just might be swollen shut. What would happen then? Nothing clever to say to me after that? No "I beat you, and you still think you're something"? I didn't think so. Your false sense of security will be ripped to shreds, and all that'll be left? Nothing but the growing doubt you already have...and by then, you'll be too deep to save yourself.

Storm: The emotions are going to cloud your mind on Saturday...all your thoughts of going after me for what happened to Tempest is all that matters to you. I'd like to point out something to you though. Drake hit her with a chair. Collins hit the Downtown Connection. All I did was observe the carnage and play the bait to lure her out. Does this mean that my sin is smaller than theirs? Hardly. All it means is that I should be the lesser of the evil you hate so much. It also means that it makes my job easier. You're not thinking clearly, Chris, and when you have to face Jonathan Storm, that's not good. It makes it easy for me to read you...to know what you're going to do before you do it. Your predictability is the sole reason you're going to fall, and that's also including your natural ineptitude and mediocrity. Chris, continue to let your emotions guide you, because by the time you realize they've clouded you, it'll already be too late, and you'll be looking at me from the ring floor, staring up at me on the ladder with fifteen pounds of gold in my hand...and personally, I think that's fifteen pounds I wouldn't mind gaining on my already chisled physique. If you manage to free your mind, I look forward to this encounter on Saturday. If not? Then it's just another day at the office for me, doing what I do best...and that's embarassing people, and generally playing the part of The Man You Wish You Were. You can see things any way you want to...but all you're telling me, is that your world is rose colored red...and the harsh reality of it all is that it's nothing but millions of shades of gray.