You know, ever since Tuesday night on Shockwave, I've been holding the anger I've had for you back. I've been holding back all that hatred...building it up inside...waiting to unleash it on you. Because I downright HATE you Dysan. I hate how on Shockwave you tried to steal my spotlight...trying to show me up and show that you're better than the greatest. Well, you stupid pyromaniac, it's time to get real. Time to face the truth; that you're nowhere near as great as I am. Dysan, I was always better than you are, and I think that's why you tried so damn hard to show me up. It's because you can't accept the fact that I'm better than you that you tried to always upstage me, and to prove that you're better than Chris Matthews is. Well it comes to an end, right now! I know more about you than you know, Dysan. I'm not as blind as you think I am. This Friday at Mind Games, Dysan, we'll find out who is the best, and I can tell you right now that you're far from the best. A damn good wrestler? Yes. A superb athlete? Yes. But the best? Hell no. You're far from being the best, Dysan. After all you know how the old saying goes: To be the man, you have to beat the man. And Dysan...I am the man, but you haven't beaten me in a fair fight. And you never will. Because you can never compare to the greatest athlete ever to grace the TWW. On Friday, you're going to get a Sideliner and who knows...maybe a little something extra. But most of all, Dysan, you're going to lose. And I will once again be the TWW Nations champion; a belt which I never lost, and a title which you unrightfully robbed me of being handed. Well now it's time for a little payback...and remember Dysan...paybacks are hell.

**We pause for a short while, as Chris looks around for the Limo. Chris looks down at his watch and sakes his head in anger. While Chris again focuses his attention on the TWW camera crew. He slowly removes the shades from his eyes and takes a long look around the airport, before speaking again**

Chris: I've been through a hell of a lot in my time...both good, and bad. I've had my moments of joy, moments of sadness and…moments...of hatred. But all of that pales in comparison to what I'm feeling right now, knowing that this Friday I'll get my hands on that damn title which I never even lost, understood Syth. You, none of you, have any idea of what that means to me. Something so insignificant, but at the same time more important than anything else. Because it's nothing more than a primal urge for violence. An urge to make Syth and Dysan suffer like they NEVER suffered before. That…is what this is about. It's not just about the TWW Nations title, although that is a crucial part to it. It's about righting a wrong done to me. It's about showing some upstarts a lesson. Syth...is nothing but an upstart. He isn't as good as I am, but he thinks that he's ten times better. He always did. Since the beginning he thought he was better than everyone, and thinks to his underhanded tricks, he's solidified that claim by getting a chance to capture my symbol…my testament to greatness, the TWW Nations title. And what has he done with the shot? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! He walked around telling anyone who will damn well listen that he is a top contender and that he’s the best wrestler in this federation, and will win the Nations Title. He's slapped me in the face with that show of disrespect. After the comfortable @sskicking I dished out on him last Tuesday, the TWW should have taken the shot away from him, for his own safety. But instead, he now parades around claming the one thing I covet more than anything else. And for that...I won't forgive him until he's broken underneath me, and I get my belt back! Well...now I have the chance. And this Friday I'm going to get my honour back that I lost during my drinking period. Syth's nothing but a coward, and a pathetic idiot. The TWW Nations title should be around the waist of a REAL champion, not a coward who can only bitch and moan how people barely remember his name and who he is, let alone remember the fact that he's supposed to claim to be the best thing in the wrestling business. What he represents isn't the top of the TWW, it’s the very bottom. He doesn't deserve that title shot, but I damn sure do. And I'll show the entire damn world that this Friday. Because I deserve to be the TWW Nations champion again. Because I am more than that damn good...because I am...THE GREATEST!!

**He gives a stern look; he means business. He's not interested in any debonair tricks; he's going to be downright brutal. Matthews puts the shades back on and walks towards an attendant, telling him to put the luggage in his limousine that just showed. Matthews gives another quick glance to the camera before walking off; following the attendant while shouting abuse at him. The scene fades to black…**