(So what we got here is another fucking battle royal type a match, well, guess that last bullshit wasn't a battle royal, just a bunch a fucking punk posing "xtremists" and myself, the only real, legit, hardcore wrestler in this pukestain of a company. This time though if I win the battle I move on to a second match the same night with not much of a break, just one match and I face the Impact Champ, if I win the battle that is. Man, this may be it, maybe I outta step the fuck up and claim a title, Impact Title at that, hmmmm...it would fit me I suppose, heh, I could picture it, not bad. Who I gott to face though, few names I already owned like Bryan Ryan Lying, Cyrus Zach a something, Jason No Show, Danny Hut, and Fake Mason, what jokes. Got some new competition, CK Syndrome, Tom Armetta, and AJ Styles, I think I wrestled him before actually, forget where, damn sure wasn't that joke of a company TNA. Ah, so lets see, I'm high now, damn, I need a drink, fucking cottonmouth. I reach down from the bed I lay on and grab a beer from the fridge, pop it open and drink up. Ok, so lets get this shit rolling. I sit up a little.)

"First of all, Bryan Ryan Lion, Cyrus Zachariah, Danny Castle, and Jason Morris, fuck ya all and see ya in hell, maybe ya can suck my dick down there, I'm not wasting my breath on you four worthless idiots."

(I toss back my beer taking a drink.)

"Now that four are down, who we got, AJ, heh, I don't know your track record in SKCW, but elsewhere y seem impressive to most for your achievements in TNA, but son, it don't impress me becuse that company is an even bigger joke than SKCW! I do think your a good wrestler, you have good matches and we got no problems, though after what I said about ya you may have on with me, but oh well, that would be your problem, not mine. I don't stress over shit, I just go out do whtever I gotta do, beat down some bitches, that's what I excel at."

(I swallow down some more beer.)

"So now, Blake Mason, heh, man, guess I missed ya with first four, you ain't worth the breath it takes to speak, ya suck pal and come Monday you'll be seeing only one thing, the arena floor as you crash facefirst into it and that's a promise from me to you!"

(Drining down the rest of the beer now and so I reach for another and pop it open.)

"So now there are CK Syndrome...that like down syndrome or something? And there is Tom Armetta, some fucking punk thinking he the only mn who stand a chance in this battle, thinking I be just some new, green kid, heh, wait and see Tommy BOY...you ain't faced anyone like me and that ain't something catchy to say, its the truth! I may be an asshole, run my mouth off, bash anyone and everyone, but if ya pay attention you'll find I speak the fucking truth when I do speak, I lay it down real unlike ya all fake asses around here. And whats this about you being the only one not to fear this CK bitch, heh, shows your lack of knowledge son, a mistake of a kid. I may be small s fuck, maybe the smallest man in the battle, but I'm the most fearless and you better recognize that real soon, I don't back away, I won't run away, no giving up, no staying down, its all for the fucking weak. Maybe I suffered brain damage in my youth, all the beatings and verbal bashings, then again maybe I'm just a fucking crazy muthafucka who wants to go out and give the biggest, baddest ang in this sport. Either way ya all are in for the night of ya lives, ya can look back and tell people, man, that xrazy ass X, he's fucked up, he beat my ass or he took me to the limit cause win or lose the same impact will be felt on all of you, every single one of you sumbitches!"

(I guzzle down a big swallow a beer now, damn, all that talking flared the cottonmouth.)

"Speaking of impact, yea, whatever, I flow like that. Chris Kleen, you be the man I wanna face on Overdrive cause that means I would have beaten eight other people to have that chance, that shot at your title nd like I told the others, win or lose you will feel the impact of mister X to the fucking A for the rest of your fucking life! Thing is Kleen, I find myself caring about the win this Monday, I want to be the Impact Champ, bad enough to pursue the champ if I lose one or both matches..."

(Hmmmm...do I want it that bad, Impact...Impact Champion...it has a ring to it, yea, it does sound good, wow.)

"Ya know something, I do want it that bad and ya know, Tommy was saying how was this great Impact Champ, that this would make his fourth reign, noted that if he had never lost it last time Kleen wouldn't be champ now. Ya know though, I could say this or that would have happened had I been here at certain times, but ya know son, Tommy BOY, you did lose just as I was not here, so we can't really say for sure what would have happened because the situations did not happen at that point in time. You can never know something for sure unless in the fucking situation and that is a real fucking shoot!"

(Fuck right it is, I guzzle down some beer.)

"The man with no care and no gimmick now cares to be Impact Champ and ya all fuckers in my way of getting that belt better be fucking ware of mister X to the A. I ain't stopping at Overdrive, I lose the matches and I';ll still be someone you gotta contend with when it comes to that title. My sights are set on it, I'm shooting to become Impact Champ, so either I win the title Monday, or some other day or else I die trying and dying ain't something I got a problem, I welcome death, do you?"

(Fucking fake asses probably scared to die, fuckers. I empty the beer into my mouth and set down the can, grab another and pop it open, lay back some staring at the ceiling and then close my eyes to be in peace.)