Jonathan "The Impact" Storm: Ever get that feeling you just want to break out? To just release? I'm sure you all have...being stuck in normal boundaries gets rather confining. I didn't understand that, but then something happened...

I broke out.

I found life outside of "the box", and suddenly the pieces in the puzzle became clearer. They began to fit into shapes I couldn't possibly imagine. Then, before you know it, I saw the whole damn picture in full clarity. Once this happened, I knew I could never go back to the life I lived.

But I did...after all, I'm back in the MWA. Granted, that's only a small part of my original problem, but none the less, one that hindered my growth as a human being. I continue to regress though, as I find myself facing the very man I wrestled my last MWA match against. I wrestle the one man who has a hatred burning for me that cannot be put out. I face Kyle Pallas.

Let's examine the facts now, shall we Kyle? In this box we call the MWA, you have gathered more success than I have. You have held many titles, and you've been one of this company's, for lack of a better term, "Top Draw". Kyle, you managed to stay behind in this small town, and I managed to become the one who could survive consistantly. I became the one who made it...the breakthrough star. Everyone in this place who doubted me can no longer do so...because the facts just don't lie.

But why didn't we take the next step together, Kyle? I mean, we were best friends! We had each other's backs, we traveled together, and we couldn't be stopped. We were on top of the world...and we fell off it just as quickly as we got there. What broke down those lines of communication? Life did, Kyle...life did. There's no fault in it, and I can't blame either one of us. You broke off into the Upstarts, and I brought myself to another level. I went to compete in international tournaments, and other promotions, all for the purpose of bettering myself. I come back, look at myself, and I think "Hey...I've done pretty good...". I've turned out just fine, growing more as a person...but you? You're still the same Kyle Pallas I've always known. You've managed to throw it all away, bro. I mean, you had a great journalist girlfriend, who you disregarded for a bimbo in hotpants. On a side note, that may be the first and last time you see myself and Marisa Laseri ever agree on anything. You had a successful stable, but as of this moment, it's all in shambles. Hell, you had two successful stables, but your own ego shattered that other one, now didn't it? Once upon a time, you and I had the same clarity...but now it's just become rather fuzzy to you, now hasn't it?

*Storm begins to stand up from his seat in the box, and apparently, the box that looked so big at first, is rather small...or maybe it's not? Storm seems to have to hunch over a bit as he stands. Deciding against that, he just sits down once more.*

Storm: Now I see you, a shadow of your former self...a mere shell of the man I reigned supreme with. You've crumbled to pieces due to your lack of growth, and lack of acceptance. Have you come to terms yet that maybe, just maybe I could be your better in the squared circle? Of course not, because your fragile ego won't allow you to ever admit you're wrong. I understand, but you're just gonna have to deal with it. It's really that simple...you're just going to have to deal with it. No, deep, ubiquitous lesson to learn...just cope with the hand of cards the good lord dealt you.

But what's that? You don't wanna? Kyle doesn't want to be wrong?

Well that's fine and dandy, but sooner or later, everyone's wrong. I mean, I was wrong about you. To believe that you and I could ever stand atop this company together. I was wrong to think that you had potential.

I was wrong to think that you had a chance to defeat me once. These are mistakes I don't intend on making again. Simple facts, Kyle. Not only did you not beat me the first time, but you don't have the weapons to get past any obstacle I could lay in front of you now. I mean, it's so simple, even you could understand it. I've grown as a person, I've become better, smarter, faster, and stronger. This matter has made me as cold as you are, and it truly has atrophied any sense of caring and compassion I once had for you.

I would once die for you, and I would once have no other person at my back. Even if I handed you the knife personally, I would've trusted you more than anything. That's not the chance anymore. Especially between my supposed "brother". Kyle...you talk a fantastic game, but to be completely honest...that's about as good as you get.

I know the pieces fit...but to be honest...do you?

Of course not...you've never understood what it takes to succeed. This is something you have to learn, and I'll be more than happy to teach you. I know you're not too bright, so I'll keep it slow for you. On second thought, maybe not...you'll just have to learn the hard way. I can do that too. You're going to find out really quickly, Kyle, why I'm Main Event Material.

And you're going to find out why I can think outside the box.

*He begins to stand up once more, stretching. As he raises his hands in the air, he begins to destroy the box around him. When he finally stands up, he has left the cube that once confined him. Fade out.*