-=Outside of Gold’s Gym in Las Vegas a camera comes on. There is a Black 2007 Lincoln Navigator park just outside of the entrance reserved for VIP’s, the Plates read X-Rated, so it’s pretty obvious who owns the vehicle. The camera man walks into the gym and is greeted at the door by a very beautiful, young, athletic woman with a warm and welcoming smile. She is wearing a name tag that identifies her as Amie. She notices the ID badge around the camera mans neck and points to the back corner of the gym, were X-Rated is lifting weights. The camera man walks towards X-Rated, who notices him in the mirror that lines the back wall. X-Rated put the weights back to there spot on the stand, and grabs a towel and bottle of water. He wipes the sweat from his face, and opens the water and takes a big mouth full before replacing the cap. X-Rated sets the water back down on the floor and then looks up at the camera man..=-

X-Rated: “Let me guess, Sugar J sent you down here to see what I was doing to prepare for my match with Anthrax. Well you can Tell Sugar J from me that he will have to pry the World Championship from my dead hands, because I refuse to give it up without a fight.”

{X-Rated puts the towel on a weight bench beside him and turns back towards the weights. As he is about to pick up the weights, he notices that the camera man is still standing behind him, filming his every move.}

X-Rated: “I seen what Sugar J had to say at Knockout, and I can’t say I’m really surprised but what I heard. I mean, for a brief moment I actually thought that I would be given a fair shake as the World Champion, but like the ICWL talent pool, that thought quickly faded. I mean, Sugar J has invested a considerate amount of money and time into ICWL stars of yester year, so it’s only natural that he would hand pick one of them to be the #1 Contender. I mean Anthrax hasn’t earned a shot; it’s been handed to him. And according to Sugar J, the World title is going to be handed to him as well. Well they both have another thing coming, because come go time, when I have to face Anthrax one on one, I will not just lay down and hand him the championship on a silver platter like Sugar J has envisioned, I will fight for it, like a runt fighting for food.”

{X-Rated turn around and faces the camera once again.}

X-Rated: “Now, I would have assumed Sugar J would try to ware me down a bit before I face Anthrax, try and stack the deck a little bit, but it appears I was mistaken, because this week I have to face, the follower of The System, when I face Shane Kast. Well Kast, I want you to clear your schedule because this Saturday at Knockout, you have an ass whooping booked. We have some unfinished business to clear up this week for your part in the injuries suffered by my wife at the hands of The System. But you did the most damage, so I hope you are ready to pay a higher price then the rest of the cast. I haven’t forgotten, and to be perfectly honest with you, I doubt I ever will. I got a measure of revenge two weeks ago when I whipped Jenkins ass all over the cell at Breakout, now it’s time I get my revenge on you for the part you played. You drove my wife through a tabling using your own body as a weapon, almost breaking her neck and ending her career. Well this week I will do the same thing to you. I will hold your career in the palm of my hand, ready to crush it, so you better hope then when all is said and done, and the dust has settled, that I am satisfied with the damage I have inflicted on you, or I will clench my fist, and crush your short lived career.”

{The woman from the front desk comes over into the corner and interrupts}

Amie: “Sorry to interrupt, but you have a call at the front desk, they said it’s important.”

X-Rated: “Thank you, I will be right there to take it.”

Amie: “Alright, I will let them know”

{X-Rated walks up to the front desk and picks up the phone. He listens for a few moments, before acknowledging what he heard with a simple “Yes” and hangs up the phone. X-Rated walks back over the corner where the camera man is still standing.}

X-Rated: “Sorry about that, now where was I, oh yes, my match this week with Shane Kast. Kast, you can call me Payton, or what ever else you want. You can try to play your mind games with me, because it will make little difference come Saturday night. Maybe you are right to call me Payton, because the hatred I feel for you is extremely personal, this whole match is personal. I wont be entering the match as X-Rated, or as the ICWL Champion, I will be entering the match as a man who is seeking revenge for what you have done to his wife. This isn’t a wrestling match, this is well beyond a professional storyline. Although my action may affect the ICWL as there will be one less active member of the roster when I’m finished, but my feelings of utter contempt goes far beyond the walls of the ICWL. I don’t know if Sugar J was wise to sign this match up, because it can only end one way, and that’s Badly for you! Sugar J is trying desperately to financially gain from the injuries sustained by my wife at your hands, but the money he is going to be paying you for the career ending injuries you suffer because of his negligence is going to cost him more then he would have ever been able to gain from it”

{X-Rated grabs his water again and takes another mouthful}

X-Rated: “Kast, you are like this water battle. In the beginning you serve a purpose, but in the end, you are nothing more then another piece of trash cluttering up the place. Well it’s time the clutter gets cleared out of the ICWL, and I will do my part to save the ICWL environment by taking you out once and for all. When I am done with you there won’t even be enough of you left to recycle. Redemption will be mine, I started the crusade with Jenkins and now I will continue it with you on Saturday night! Welcome to my Day Of Reckoning!”

-=With that X-Rated grabs his belonging and head to the locker room. The camera fades as the door to the locker room closes. =-