Jonathan "The Impact" Storm: Guys...did I really let you down? Did I disapoint you? I mean, it wasn't something I wanted to do. All I wanted was for you guys to be proud of me...to think that I was good enough. I'm not though, and I'm slowly beginning to accept that. Michael, I'm going to miss you so much...it's true, there's one last song, given to an angel's son.

Jason...this brings me to you. It's not much of a segue, I know...but I'm here because of you. I had to sit here and think of the stupid, petty little things I wanted to say. Listen up, because I only want to say them once. When you've pulled your lips away from Andrew Spears' genatalia, we can begin.

Jason...what I've been through in the past week is not something I want to wish on anyone. What I've gone through is too much for anyone, even for me. The burden of losing my friends and losing my match...that's too much, but you know what? Despite all that, the show's going on. It's got yourself and me in the main event of Up All Night. One on one for nothing more than pride. Do you want that, Jason? Do you want everything I have left in this world?

...just take it.

It's not like I honestly care anymore. This burden I have isn't something I'm proud to carry. It's something that most people would collapse under. It's something that if you win, it would be passed onto you. Do I think you can handle it? Of course not...which is exactly why you're going to let yourself lay down and lose. Your life is full of decisions, Jason. Make the smart one Saturday night. After all, imagine what would happen in those moments after your three seconds of gloriousness...you'd be the NYSWF leader. People across the country would be clamouring for you to save them from the dangers of the EWA. You'd be made a martyr for the cause, and that's something you're just not equipped to do. After all, if you couldn't the first time, what makes you so sure of yourself that you'd make it the second time around? Come on, you know what I mean. The first time we faced one another, you lost. It doesn't matter how you did, a loss is a loss. Jason...you couldn't handle the pressure of facing me in a title situation, what makes you think you could handle the reigns of leadership? Jason, you've become nothing but a man willing to settle for less. You let yourself become a follower to the most subpar NA-Core champion in the history of the NYSWF. To this, I laugh at you. You could be so much more, but what are you? ANDREW SPEARS' LACKEY! Congratuf*cking-lations on taking the one job worse than McDonald's fry cooker. Jason, I could continue on about this, but I'd only bring you down emotionally to the level of the little girl who was left home on prom night. That's all you can do about it. Cry because you f*cked your future over. Cry because you had your chance at greatness and squandered it. Cry because your opponent is an angry and bitter man who wants nothing more than to break your skull in to relieve his pain. That's what I want, Jason. I want something to ease my mind...one crunch at a time.

Jason. Are you sure you want to go this far? Are you sure that you want to try to lead? Do you think that digging up every little inch of my past and exploiting it is going to make you that much better than me? It didn't a few weeks ago...and it sure won't now. That's what you neglect to understand. Just because there's a Collins in my name doesn't mean that I don't deserve to be where I'm at. It's only a surname. One I'm proud to wear. What right do you have to rip on the same family that's given you a career? If I didn't know better, I'd swear that you were an EWAer, and that's lower than low. Jason, you've got to look at the situation and think about it. What would you do if you were in my shoes? Would you fight it out to make sure that your attitude didn't spread, or would you let it continue? Think about that, jackass.

Storm: Jason...are you sure you want it? Are you sure that this is something you think you can just take easily? God, you don't know how wrong you are. You're just a follower...you always have and you always will be. You don't have the mental and emotional capacity to succeed and do the job that I do. You don't have that one little thing deep down inside that seperates the leaders from those who just pretend. This could serve you a good lesson though, as this just may be the lesson you needed to learn. This could just be that wakeup call that makes you realize that you're no prophet, no hero, and not even a threat. All you are?

...is just another faceless man.

But I'm not done. You see, I told you that I didn't think you can cut being a leader...being the person in my shoes. I know you're going to try to take this position from me...the chance to be a superhero...a star. Go on. Bring it. Bring every inch of your being to this match. I'll knock it down. Bring every inch of strength you can pull together to this match, I'll show you you're weak. Give me everything you got...and it still won't be enough. You're not as strong as me...even in the state that I'm in. Even as far as I've fallen, you're still not as good as me, and that's the deep, deciding factor in all of this. Who's got the biggest heart...who can be the bigger warrior. Jason, if you want the spoils of war I fought all my career for, come take them...I'll only stop you the same way I have countless times before. If you want to be in my shoes, you're going to have to destroy me like nobody could do. You're going to have to crush my spirit, take my life, and steal my soul. You're going to have to do one thing nobody could do.

You're going to have to break me. Do you have that in you?

Take my burden...if you have the strength to be a martyr.