Oh shit! They've pulled out all the stops! They've completely unwinded on me, and so close to showtime! I can not be seen in this sullen state that they've put me in! I swear, I was just out enjoying a movie, and I get back and am just relentlessly attacked with these consistant verbal shots. Left, right, left, right. Oh god, I can't breathe. Is that the light? Mommy always said there's be a light. Oh, all those cheesy movies are kicking in. Don't go towards the light, they would say. But it's so beautiful! I like the light! It's so pretty, not to mention far away from the big bad Xavier Homicide, and the really mean Summer Stratus. Somewhere where I can be alone, and cry my fears away. Oh yes. It sounds like a perfect life. Far away from Summer and Xavier where they can not hurt me.

Psht, you two can go fuck yourselves.

Fade in on Palsied in front of a dry wall.

Palsied: "Jesus fucking Christ. Will you two ever just give up? This match is bullshit anyways. It's a handicap match, for God's sakes. But who's complaining?"

I am.

Palsied: "Xavier, it really seems to bug you when I take shots at your intelligence. What? Have I hit a god damn soft spot? Let's face it, Xavier. There's not much more to insult you about. You'd be talented if you weren't an idiot. You aren't hideous. I'm sure you have a swell personal life. But you're stupid. So I take shots at it. What do you want me to do? Come up with lies? No, I'm not like that. I'm not like you two idiots who like to come up with fake histories of W2K, just to try to sound intelligent. Then one someone like me proves you wrong, you insult the way I proved you wrong?"

And they are not stupid.

Palsied: "I never claimed to be the best wrestler in W2K, Xavier. I claimed to be better than YOU two half-wits. And we all know that. What the fuck is your wrestling background? PWT? Psh. I wiped my ass with that place. I have put this body of mine through hell and back more times than you count . . . ahem, let me rephrase that, assuming you can't count very high. More than the average person can count. What the HELL have you done with your career, Xavier? I've seen shit you would only dream about."

He steps closer to the camera, point his index finger at the lens.

Palsied: "I have fallen off a fucking ladder and landed on the tip of my skull. I broke my god damn neck. And guess what? I stood up and walked out of there. I earned my spot, Xavier. I deserve everything I get in W2K, which is finally becoming something. I didn't get jack shit anywhere else, except the Innovative Title. What have you done, Xavier? Please, enlighten me. Because from my knowledge, which is quite some, you and Summer Stratus are two PWT nobodies who talk a big game, but need each other to get the job done."

He steps back, slamming his palms against the dry wall.

Palsied: "You're right, Xavier. I will not allow you to beat me. I don't give a shit what you say about that. Because if by some fucking providence you beat me--"

He steps in even closer.

Palsied: "I will retire."

Fade out.