F... You.

[Ace Garrison]

The current WCF Television Champion is pounding away at a heavy-bag. The bag sways here and there, but Ace follows it and keeps the assault ongoing. He's sweating profusely, as the gray Cincinnati Bengals shirt he's wearing is completely soaked through. He doesn't train often, but when he does, he gets his money's worth. He pauses a moment; allowing the bag to swing freely. He wipes sweat from his face using his forearm, takes a deep breath, and proceeds with his attack on the bag.

There may be two or three other people scattered throughout the gym. It's seven-thirty on a Sunday, not a lot of people feel like hitting the gym today. Since the falling out, he's trained at this gym, rather than Ernie's. He hits the bag a couple more time before stopping and looking long and hard into the camera.

Ace Garrison: You know, to be honest, I don't think I've ever been scheduled to wrestle a match that I couldn't careless about in my entire wrestling career. From the WCF, to the countless independent promotions I've wrestled in, I've never been in a match where I just truly did not care about the match. I am, of course, speaking about my match at Ultimate Showdown, where I am scheduled to wrestle Adam Young and Jaguar for my WCF Television Championship.

Now, when I look at this match, a couple things make me angry. First and foremost, I'm wrestling a couple of nobodies. Young and Jaguar do not deserve an opportunity to become a champion. Neither man has done anything to deserve a spot in a match against me, especially when the championship is on the line. Secondly, this match is practically opening the pay-per-view. Each week, I do what I can to bring respect not only to myself, but to the Television Title, as well, and this is my reward? The second match of the night? Fuck you, Seth. And, most importantly, fuck you, WCF! I am a champion! I have beaten everybody in my path! Show a little fucking respect!

Ace is visibly upset; his blood is boiling, teeth are grinding, and fists are clinched. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before moving in and doing some more work on the heavy-bag. He keeps the assault going, but at a slow-and-steady pace so he can continue speaking.

Ace Garrison: But, at the end of the day, there's nothing I can do. I can choose to boycott this match, but then I will lose my championship by default and I'm not going to allow that to happen. So, the show must go on and I'm going to break some bones at Ultimate Showdown...

Adam Young, I will start with you. You're problem? You're a whining bitch. You had your opportunity last month. You were in the same match as I. We were both challenging for the championship, not only that, but we were doing it in your own stupid match stipulation. And, at the end of the night, you failed in your quest to bring in the Television Championship and I, on the other hand, did not. So, as it was, I became the champion and you're now a whining bitch, claiming I didn't win the match correctly and you deserve a rematch. You threatened WCF with legal action, although we all know you cannot afford a lawyer, and now you've been given a chance to pry the title from my hands.

Let me ask you, Adam. Do you think you're capable of beating Ace Garrison? In the morning, when you look in the mirror and see your reflection, do you truly believe that the man you see can defeat me in a wrestling match? Because, when I look at you, Adam, I see a half-ass wrestler trying to make it where he doesn't belong. I see a wrestler trying to win championships he has no business fighting for. I see a beaten-and-broken piece of shit, who for some reason or another, considers himself an integral part to this company. When, truthfully, you could die tomorrow and no one would give a shit! You're a nothing! The only advantage you have going into this match, Adam, is home-field advantage. You belong opening shows, it's your home, but for me? I belong higher on the card. I deserve to be wrestling superstars like myself. You're a worthless prick undeserving of your match against Ace Garrison. And, because it will make me happy, I'm going to beat the holy shit out of you at Ultimate Showdown. And, hopefully, once all is settled, you'll realize your place in this company and proceed with the jerking of the curtain. Fuck you, Adam Young.

Ace picks up the pace a little bit, drilling the bag with lefts and rights. An occasional knee comes in every now and again. He continues his burst of offense, but gradually returns to his previous pace so he can continue on.

Ace Garrison: And, as for the other son of a bitch in this match, Jaguar. Again, much like Adam Young, whose dick did you suck to deserve a place in this match, Jaguar? You've done nothing, beaten no one, and have had too many opportunities to win championship gold. And now, again, you're going to be in the same ring as Ace Garrison. An opportunity you have not earned, but apparently wrestlers do not have to earn title shots anymore.

But hey, what can I do? Nothing. Except, of course, go into this match with a heart full of anger and beat the living piss out of two talentless hacks. And, Jaguar, I think I'll make you the focus of my anger. Neither you or Young scare me, not one tiny bit, but I want to send at least one of you out of there on a stretcher. And, since you have a horrible name, I choose you. I am going to make it my personal goal to rip at least one muscle in each of your limbs. I'm going to make you cry in the ring, Jaguar. In front of all of those people, you're going to curl up in a ball and beg me to stop the assault. You're going to be in so much pain, you're going to wish you had never become a professional wrestler. You spoke of being in the "Final Clutch" earlier this week, you said it hurt.. Of course it hurts, but what about all of the other submission holds I know, Jaguar? You may be able to prepare for the Final Clutch, but can you prepare for all of them? I highly doubt it. I can lock in a submission move at any point in time, from any position in the ring. Don't believe me? Just wait and you'll see.

Young bitched his way into this match, you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Young kicked your ass, thus you were put into the match. I guess some would say "right place, at the right time," but I disagree, because not only did Young kick your ass then, but the beating is going to be double that at Ultimate Showdown. At the end of the night, you're going to go through a horrendous beating with nothing to show for it except broken bones and bruises. At least you'll be joined by Adam Young in the hospital, Jaguar. Meanwhile, I'll be out on the town celebrating yet another Television Title defense.... Fuck you, Jaguar...

Ace hits the bag a couple more times, before stopping and staring at the camera. A small smile crosses his face as he wipes sweat from his forehead.

Ace Garrison: I consider myself a star. I can make anyone sit down and watch because it's like watching poetry in motion. But I don't think even I can save this match. Ace Garrison wrestling a couple of jobbers? I don't know, it'll be tough. But I'll do what I can to make sure this match is quick, because even though I'm an asshole, I don't want the fans to start throwing trash in the ring because then I'll have to kick their asses, too. I hope you two are ready because the onslaught is going to be painful for you both. And, hopefully after Ultimate Showdown, you two bitches will stay out of my way and wrestle competitors on your level, such as the janitor who cleans shit off the walls!

I'll see you two on Monday..

And, with that, Ace goes back to the bag, hitting it with lefts and rights as the scene fades out...