(My stoner ass is laying here on this bed stoned the fuck outta my head, man, so the fuck what, what's these uptight pricks and weed, not like it limits my in ring ability, it don't do jack to hurt ya, fucking idiots. So Kleen thinks he something, that I'm just a kid, man, if I had a dollar for everytime I heard that I'd have enough for a lifetime supply a weed. Damn, I wish I had a dollar for everytime I heard that, fuck man, that'd be sweet. Anyways, better rip some shit on this over arrogant priss, where to start, ah, I know, a beer. I reach on over to the mini fridge pulling one out and drink up.)

"Ya claim I haven't faced any big name here in SKCW fo ya Kleen, well ya know, I agree with ya son, hell, I don't even see a big name signed to this company. No one here has any big time credentials, not a single one of ya fuckers. You think your someone great, my first big challenge, please KID...you couldn't challenge the Brooklyn Brawler, you don't make impacts, you feel the wrath of real impacts made the likes of myself. Now I am a new guy here, the new guy, but to you I'm a kid, heh, fine by me, play that card Kleen. Ya see though, this kid ya see here, he been everywhere in the world, wrestled too many big names to count. Shit, I been World Champ in a rel company before, well actually I guess its been several companies, carried the show too many times to remeber and when you and I step fce to face I'll be carrying your pathetic ass. Maybe I will be worn the fuck out and you'll have a better chance than usual to beat me, but you need that chance Chris, you need every advantage you can get!"

(I guzzle down some more beer.)

"I will keep up the jobber bashing by the way cause after ashing the eight jobbers in the battle royal I'll be bashing your ass and taking that Impact Title to give it some credibility, to make it a major title in SKCW. Ya seemed a little jumpy about that overrated AJ Styles, ya say your not scared, I could care less if you are or not, I ain't in the game to be feared and I fear no one. Just you may wanna realize that your biggest threat is not Styles or anyone else, your biggest threat is the real mister impact, the "kid" who has a history of making impacts by upsetting champions, again, too many to count."

(I swallow down the rest of the beer and set the can down, then grab another.)

"Ya ain't better than shit MVP...oh, I mean Chris Kleen, heh, my bad, I forgot who I may be facing after the battle royal is over, guess ya should get a new catchphrase, maybe something original would work, maybe even something real. Your better than...well not much really, hell, Bryan Ryan Lion is probably better than you, so ya know that muster X to the fucking A is far fucking superior over your worthless, pathetic ass. You couldn't impact my left nut if I shoved it in your mouth, your a disgrace son, you don't belong in a ring with me, but I'll allow it in order to get my hands on that belt. You may not have to win to keep it, but Kleen, who said ya had a chance of winning in the first place...BOY?!"

(Fucking fake ass poser, ah man, I gotta slam this shit, so I guzzle down the beer and toss the can down. I hop up off the bed nd grabs my coat pulling it on, then head for the door and walk on out.)