X-Rated: “Come to see the Pre-show warm up? Actually for once I’m glad you guys showed up. I want the World to see what this Monster can do. I want JJ Crawford to see what he is stepping in the ring with this Saturday at Knockout. I want the ICWL to bare witness to what they all have in store for them. I have brought the most physically dominating beast to ever step foot in the ICWL. Sure, there may have been taller, or heavier men on the roster in the past, but none that are capable of doing what he is capable of doing. But much like Cage doesn’t need me to fight his battles for him, he doesn’t need me to talk trash for him either.”

{With that Cage punches the bag one more time, this time putting his fist through the picture of JJ Crawford, and leaving the bag torn as grains pour onto the floor.}

Chris Cage: “Crawford, the time has come. The time is upon us all for the Rage to be unleashed on the ICWL, changing the ICWL once and for all. Crawford, I’m sorry the powers that be has sent you as my welcoming committee. As you have said, it is going to be my first match in the ICWL, but don’t think for one moment that means you are just going to run over me. I am 6’8”, 325 pounds of pure rage. Never before has there been a force as great as me in the ICWL’s long history, let alone professional wrestling. Watching you talking tough was the most amusing thing I have seen in a while. You think after the brutal beating you received at these hands last week you would have taken notice, you would have realized, that you don’t have what it takes to stand toe to toe with the Rage. You think you would have learnt last week, that you don’t have what it takes to stand up against me. But maybe I hit you harder then I though. Maybe, just maybe, when I laid you out with the Ragin’ Climax I knocked a few screws loose. Maybe after it was all said and done, you were unable to remember exactly what happened. Well, allow me to refresh your memory a bit. After you and Hardcore Enigma captured the Tag Team Championships, X-Rated and myself plowed over you two. We destroyed the pair of you like a couple of china dolls by a stampede of bulls. You plan on walking in to Knockout and deliver a ‘Whoopin?’ The only one that is going to be receiving a whoopin’ at Knockout is going to be you. I am no one’s stepping stone, you will not use me to propel yourself to greatness. You want a shot at singles gold, and you think that you will be able to use me as the means to get there? Crawford, wake up and smell the Maxwell house, if you are able to walk away from our match under your own strength, feel lucky, and take comfort in the fact that I took it easy on you. If you are able to return to the ring ever again, count your blessings, and know that I allowed you to. JJ listen closely, as I will only say this once, if you like the life you have now, if you enjoy being able to walk, talk, breath unassisted I strongly advice you not to set foot in the ring against me. I advices you strongly not to risk your future in this sport or any other for the matter by trying to use me as a stepping stone for a Championship you will never be worthy enough to wear. However, if you don’t enjoy the freedoms I mentioned, then by all means, walk down the ramp, hold your Tag Title high, and prepare yourself, as I unleash the Rage upon you like no other. Because after Knockout, the only statements you will be making from that day forward will be ‘I just $&#@ my diaper, someone change me please’ because you will not be the same man you are today, you will not be the same man you were Yesterday, the JJ Crawford that you know now, will forever be lost in a sea of self pity, and self defecating.”

{Chris Cage undoes his punching gloves and drops them on the floor at the camera mans feet. X-Rated is just standing there smiling}

X-Rated: “Crawford, you have been warned, and my advice would be to heed that warning, and think carefully before you show up a Knockout. But that’s just my advice, as you aren’t my concern this week; this week my concern is none other then the Angel of Death himself.”

{X-Rated steps out from behind the torn heavy bag, and out in front of the camera.}

X-Rated: “AOD, I’m glad you took the time to get in touch with your roots, to go back to the place where your pitiful, meaningless life began. It’s good to see you reconnect with old friends and close family. You are completely correct when you stated that life on the road is a hard life, that it’s hard to maintain intimate relationships. Each and every member of the ICWL, both good and bad, deals with the same damn problems. Day in day out, we all wake up in a different city, yet never truly get the time or chance to explore it. We all wake up, sometimes wondering where the hell we are, knowing that we don’t have much time until we have to be somewhere else. Me, I was lucky enough to have meet my wife in professional wrestling. I was lucky enough to have gotten to spend all those long days on the road with the one person I love more then anyone else. However, that too has chance, since the birth of our first child, my wife has not been able to go on the road like she use to, she has been able to come out before the fans, like she so greatly enjoys. And I know, that takes a toll on our relationship as solid as it is. But that’s the nature of the beast, we all sacrifice the same thing to do the one thing we all share in common, the love of this industry and the love of this sport.”

{X-Rated looks down for a moment, then slowly lifts his head back up locking his eyes on the camera as if he were looking everyone watching square in the eyes.}

X-Rated “Now that the sentimental crap is out of the way it time we get down to business. Angel of Death, you say I have pissed you of, and by doing so, I have made a grave mistake? You think I run my mouth too much about stuff I know absolutely nothing about? You want to know when I’m going to learn not to flap my gums. The Answer is a simple one, when someone is finally able to prove me wrong. You say you aren’t done, that you aren’t on your way out, then step in the ring and prove it. I have already given you no DQ’s, I have already told you, this week you will get the taste of True Talent in it’s purest form. Angel of Death, you say I’m wrong, then prove to me and the rest of the world that I am just that, wrong. But that’s the problem isn’t it? You know that deep down inside, in places you dare not speak about that, every single word I have said about you to date is spot on. Not once have I call you an over weight, out of shape, piss poor excuse of a professional wrestler. Not once did I say that you weren’t in the best of shape. You may look like you are chiseled out of granite, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t washed up. You see this game is only about 10% physical; the other 90% is all mental. You are physically able to compete, no question, but what I have been talking about, what I have been referring to is mentally you are washed up, you are done in the ICWL, and perhaps in Professional Wrestling. Mentally you stepped out a long time ago; leaving the ICWL and everyone in it far, far behind. You are mentally drained, it shows in your eyes, and it translates in your words. I have gotten into your head, I have to so fired up, you are chomping at the bit, to get your hands on me. And because of that, I have already won. I have already retained my Internet Championship. You see, I have to so fighting mad, that you can’t see straight. And no worries, much like Cage doesn’t need me to fight his battles, I don’t need him to fight mine. There will be no interference on my part. This week I will beat you, without question, that way I don’t have to listen to you complain and whine anymore about being screwed. This is your chance, this is your opportunity to prove me wrong, hope you can make the best of it. Because opportunities like this only come once in a life time!”

-=X-Rated breaks is glair into the camera and walks away into the locker room area. The camera man pans towards the heavy bag in which grains still slowly pour out.=-