Jonathan "The Impact" Storm: You know Chris...I won't bullshit you. We've been down this road countless times. We've faced each other, been partners with each other, and you know what? I've just simply become apathetic towards you. Why? Because this is nothing new to me. For the umpteenth time, they've put me against you, but this is the first time our encounter means anything. This has my Lightweight Title...the title I made great, up for grabs. Do you think I'm going to just let you walk away with it? No. This is an NYSWF title, not something we hand out to anybody with a foul mouth and the proper weight requirement. This is a belt given to the most outstanding wrestler in the lightweight division, not some two dollar whore willing to sell his soul to anyone. Then again, we know who anyone is, and we won't get into that...we've gone that direction before. Where are we going to go then? Simple, basic admission.

Christopher, I won't lie. You've beaten me...and you've done it a few times. However, you've beaten me for petty ridiculous things that didn't matter. Do you think I cared about the EWA Television Title? No. That piece of tin had a better destiny...to rest on Derian's waist. To be a number one contender? That's the admission that you're second best. Not my style. Christopher, this is for gold. Real, solid gold. Fifteen pounds of metal and leather strapped around my waist. The waist of someone who is a LEADER. I'm pretty sure you don't understand that terminology, so I'll be nice and slow about explaining it. Chris, I lead the NYSWF. I am the one they look to for guidance and to take that next step...and I have. Think about Wrestlecade...who beat your sorry ass? Me. NOTHING, and myself. What did you do? Oh, I'm sorry, you got pinned. That simple. Do you think that it matters if that's how the match ended? No. In the record books, it's all the same. This fact is lost on you, as you expect me to be your rebound this week. You expect me to lay down and let you beat me...HAH! Go on...use your vulgar little language now...show me what small mental capacity you have. That's your choice. My choice involves me shoving a fist down your throat, and retaining this belt around my waist. Now here comes your choice? Do I give him the credit now, and admit he's got a valid point? Or do I look like a large ass until he's proven me wrong again? You think you'd understand by now...especially after my rather convincing victory over you at Wrestlecade. It was a clean victory, but your jealous nature made you attack me...I know you can't help yourself...you want what I have, since you've been left with, no pun intended, NOTHING.

But you insist that I don't lead the charge...as if you understood this to a tee. You're so f*cking ignorant, Chris. This isn't about whether I lead or not. I do lead, but this is for a greater good, not some individual achievement. This moment has been made possible by people like Alex, Michael Draven, Zero, and all the people who led the stables I was in, and do you know why? Because they fed me knowledge. They gave me clues...they built the monster you see. Now I'm a step above the rest, and I'm a leader...something you've never, ever been, and something you're not equipped to be. Once again, this isn't about the past, but with each inane word you spew out, you prove nothing but the fact that I'm so very, very right. And now the last straw the desperate man must go to...having to accuse me of being the future whipping boy. To tell me that I'll go into a string of failed gimmicks is amusing, coming from the man who can't seem to string himself together. A new nickname every month, another catchphrase every week. How ironic you pick this. Why don't you consult your father, Duane Gates, about this matter? Better yet, tell me what the "true will of a man" is all about? You "can do that! You're the motherf*ckin' New Age!" Right? RIGHT?! Please...you're so pathetic. This is just another case of the pot calling the kettle black. Find something else to stand on, besides your shaky ground.

"I am not what you are Jon. I am my own motherfucking person." And if that's not the largest, boldfaced lie Christopher Kage has ever told the populace, then I don't know what it could possibly be. This statement was muttered by a man who's been hired to run alongside someone his entire career, and I can't think of one person who hasn't gotten sick of his mediocrity at least once. Even Alex didn't want you after his injury. Never once was he at your side...but once again, this is the present, and I won't hide behind that useless crutch. Get off whatever high horse you're riding like the whore you are and wake up. You are not anyone special. All you are is a copy of a copy of a copy. If I wanted to hear this banter from anyone, I'd just pop in a tape of someone else who mattered. A legend like Erik Draven, not some kid who leeches onto whoever will take him.

And then, we see the trendy nature of Chris Kage...doing whatever someone else does just to be with the "in" crowd. How high school-esque. Let's hate the NYSWF because everyone else does! Let's call Jonathan Storm a jobber because everyone else thinks that way! Let's swear every two words because Jack Daniels does it! Once again, you display nothing but further proof as to why you're simply nothing more than someone who tries to keep up with "The Jones'". Chris, enough with the same material people have used week after week. Then again, I give you some credit. You had enough brains to not call me a goth, like so many brain dead morons have. At least you had the mental capacity to see beyond that. Do you think I want your respect, Kage? No. All I want is to look down upon your lifeless shell of a body this week, and spit on it. Why? Because once again, I proved my point. Chris Kage has no leg to stand on...no support to any of his outrageous theories on Jonathan "The Impact" Storm. After all, my title history speaks for itself.

And the next claim Chris makes...the claim that I'll overlook him due to my big break on Sunday. Why should I? I've fought long and hard to give credibility to this title. Every competitor that came near me got turned away. NOTHING, Jason Phoenix, Andrew Spears...all of them found a roadblock to gold in their path....ME. Why should I be forced to give this up, especially to someone as insignificant on the wrestling radar as Chris Kage? I plan on being there on Thursday wearing my two titles...and I plan on walking out wearing two also. You're a non issue, but not because you're not a threat...but it's because I'll burn that bridge when I get to it...and I think I'm doing a spectacular job burning it as we speak. I see two options for Thursday also. One, you show up and get sent packing after I embarass the hell out of you, or two? You just don't show up at all. After all, why waste your time? And there won't be any whining from me when this is all over...just me chuckling one more time. After all, I just proved you wrong...again.

And you know what else? I'm sick of you making the claim that I have no ground to stand on. The only reason Alex Haven's name comes up, is because he's the only reason you have a career. If it wasn't for him, you'd be flipping burgers at a Jack in the Box, wearing a paper hat and asking me if I'd like to upgrade my combo meal. You want to talk about someone who makes no sense? Watch your promos again. Plain and simple, you're just grasping at straws, picking points people have brought up before. Your offense is uneffective, simply because you're more f*cked up than people claim I am.

Storm: Enough talk, Kage. We can cut the bull right now, and get straight to the point. This match is beyond the little "invasion" going on...this is only under the umbrella of it, because I proudly represent my company. This is only about you, me, and the gold belt I wear. If you expect me to have some sympathy over your lack of success, I won't. You don't deserve it. If you expect me to be your rebound, I won't do that either. You just don't have the necessary tools to make me your "rebound". All that you should expect is one serious humbling by my hands. You should expect the cold reality to sweep over you faster than you could imagine, and that's just this...that no matter what you cover it with, what lies you tell, and what personality you attempt, the only thing you'll ever be, is just one more person that puts me over. Just one more doubter silenced. No more talk about wasted potential, or what might've been...just the truth. I've been here all along, and you just haven't payed attention. I could give two s*its about Chris Kage and his success...or anything else he wants to spit into my face. The only thing that I care about is laying on the ground in front of me...and to take that away from me, you're going to have to find your own support...find the very fabric of your own being.

I could tell you where it is...but what good would that do you? You'd still be just as lost...and you may just start following me.

Get over yourself, Chris, and realize that the one person that you spent your entire promo insulting...

...was just yourself.