***We fade in with a shot of the city of Detroit. We see the many buildings of the city. Cold winter wind blows, sending a chill through the city streets. We switch to a camera on a roof of a building. Kid Rock’s "Son Of Detroit" is heard playing in the background. The camera pans around, until we see a man in a yellow and black winter jacket, standing near the edge of the roof. The camera turns, and then we see the man’s face. It’s the face of Chief Matt.***

(sigh) Ain’t it funny how times can change? A few months back, Jackal & I were the SEF Tag Team Champions. We had finally achieved what we worked so hard to achieve. And now we are going after each other tooth and nail. And why? Because Jackal cannot accept the simple fact, that I am much better then he is. I mean, think about it. Which one of us is closer to being a grand slam champion? I am. Which one of us is a former World Champion? I am.

***Matt takes a deep breath, taking in the cold air.***

When you think about our first run through SEF, and our utter failure as a tag team, which of us was the glue that held the team together? On more then one occasion, Jackal wanted to split the team. But I convinced him otherwise. And really, I could not see why he wanted to split the team. Sure we had our asses handed to us by most of the SEF at the time, but the fans still loved us. And I was sure that we would succeed if we were together long enough. And then we both started to have singles success. Then I was double sure we would succeed.

***Another song plays in the background now. "Heaven" by Uncle Kracker, Kid Rock & Paradime. The wind blows, and Matt shivers a bit.***

I finally managed to convince you Jackal, that you needed to step it up a notch. That you, just like me, would become a world champion, if you only had a bit more intensity. And you finally got it. You had a chance at Survivor Series. But you dropped out of the match to be with your wife. And that is when I lost my respect for you man. After all we had been through, and after everything I taught you, I would think you would jump at the chance to compete in a match of this caliber. But once you did that, I saw you for what you really were. Just a pussy-wiped, cowardly sack of shit.

***Matt takes a breath, and we see a cloud of air coming from his mouth due to the cold. It starts to snow a a little bit, but Matt pays no mind.***

That is why I dropped you Jackal. You don’t have the intensity, to make it any farther then you are in this business. I have scaled the ladder. You, on the other hand, are still struggling to climb. But you never will get any higher. Because you are weak. You have no confidence in yourself. Remember a few months back Jackal? It was you versus Viper for the SEF Title. I remember your promos. "I know I can’t beat you Viper." Yeah, you are just so fucking filled with confidence, aren’t you? You aren’t like me. I know that I can whoop anybody’s ass, on any day. Some people say I’m cocky. But I can back up what I say. You Jackal, don’t need to back up what you say. Because you don’t say anything. You can’t cut it in wrestling.