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Dan: Stygian. Stygian Stygian...

Tori: What?

Dan: The guy somehow thinks I am @DanAlexander. Everyone knows my twitter is @DanFnAwesome. The @DanAlexander guy doesn't even have his account verified.

Tori: So what?

Dan: He's been following a fake Dan Alexander account. Probably tweeted the poor fake some nasty shit. Or, Stygian is the victim here. Being trolled by the fake me.

Tori: Since it's the internet, you can never really tell if it's who they say they are.

Dan: Yeah but all he had to do was look at the verified badge. Oh well.

Dan closed the laptop shut.

Dan: I'm gonna go work on the promo video I have for Stygian.

Tori: Okay then...

Dan: What's wrong?

Tori: I thought we would have the whole day to ourselves...

Dan: Oh baby. I really have to do this. Then we can go out.

Tori: How long will it be?

Dan: Just an hour or so. Just enough time to get my points across.

Tori: Okay then.

Dan went down the stairs and to the living room. He went up to the camera which was still set up on the stand and turned it on. He waved at it then sat down.

Dan: Hi Stygian. Before we begin I just want to inform you of a few things. First, you are following the wrong Dan Alexander. My twitter is @DanFnAwesome. Second, your girl....Lilith is it? The dumb one? And Lilah is supposed to be your wife or something? Or maybe it's both? I don't know. I just know that me and Tori are still together and your girl probably read one of those tabloids. Be right back. Let me grab a water.

Dan gets up and disappears from the camera's view. The sound of a fridge opening and closing is heard and seconds later Dan appears again with beer in hand.

Dan: You seem to think that you are all that you hype yourself up to be. Nothing surprising about that. Everyone in this business does it. They all believe they are going to steamroll everything in their path. And for a certain period of time it seems like it. Everyone has their moment in IWF. Where you seem just unstoppable. Superior to everyone. The best ever. But once in a while you hit a speed bump. And sometimes you hit a wall. You seem to think I have hit that wall, but I say nay. How can I deny this? Brandon did win the briefcase. You did get the win over me. I did lose the IWF Tag Team title match against Apex. So how can I deny your accusations? That I am on my way out. How can I?

Dan takes a sip of water.

Dan: Because I am your wall Stygian. I am the wall that will stop all the progress you have been making. Your path to the IWF Championship will come to a screeching halt. And you will have me to thank for it. But wait... wasn't I the one on my way out? Wasn't I the old worn out man just another match away from hanging my boots up? You liked to mention my age. Twenty nine. But what about yours Mr. Thirty? We're pretty much the same age so it's pretty much futile to dispute who is going to retire first. But have you forgotten your own mortality. Just like you forgot your own age. You are so focused on me that you don't even know yourself. That you don't even know it may be you who will be forced into retirement. So foolish of you to think that you are somehow exempt from natural laws. You could easily tear your ACL just as easily as I can. You can easily suffer a severe concussion as I can. And I could easily snap your arm in half. You know... kinda like last time.

Dan puts down the water bottle down on the coffee table.

Dan: Speaking of snapping. You said that I snapped when I held on to the armbar that day. You think that I snapped when I got disqualified for that. And you said the reason was because I lost at Violent Impulse. You said it was because of Brandon Macdonald...

Dan chuckles to himself.

Dan: Brandon... You know we faced off two times already. And it's been pretty controversial both times. The first time I nearly ended Brandon's career. You should have seen him back then. He was in worse shape than Lindsay Lohan after it was all said and done. But he won. Brandon won. He had that match won before it even started. Because the odds were stacked against me. He had everything going for him in that match. He could have gone in that match blindfolded with arms and legs bound together. He would still win. Ten times out of ten. Sure I won the title later. I got my revenge on Ruben. Then months later you would recall Brandon beating me at Violent Impulse. So close yet so far away. And you could never let the fact go that I climbed that ladder when the briefcase wasn't even hanging there anymore. Oh how you like to bring that up. As if it is your saving grace. The one flaw that assures you victory over me. Fact of the matter is Brandon is an IWF Champion. Something you will never be. In fact it's a shame I even mention your name right now. Among Brandon's and mine. But that's right. You say I'm not what I used to be. You say that I snapped...

Dan adjusts himself on the chair. He looks off to the side where a window is. He notices the sunlight pouring in then looks back at the camera.

Dan: I snapped? Why? Because I almost broke your arm? And why wouldn't I want to do that? Because your too good for that? Oh it's because I lost the match right? I got a loss on my record. That's it. I mean OH MY GOD I lost to Stygian. I DON'T HAVE IT IN ME ANYMORE!

At that moment a woman's voice came from upstairs. Dan looks behind him.

Dan: Sorry honey! Anyways. You attribute the fact that I lost against you, to me losing my marbles. Well Stygian, the fact is that I don't give a damn if I lost to you or not. At that point, I just lost a close match to Brandon. One that could have gotten me the briefcase. Did I care that I lost that match? Yes. But to say that I cared that I lost against you? That I cared if I got disqualified? That maybe if I let go and did something else I could have gotten a legitimate win? How fucking clueless are you Stygian? Apparently very clueless...

Dan: You see Stygian. I don't care about your well written speeches. Or your thought out jokes and humor. I could care less what you do in your free time. What do I care about? Winning titles. So when I lost to you that night I could care less. I would care more if I bought an ice cream cone and accidently dropped it. That's the amount of fucks I give about your disqualification win over me. I mean I basically set out what I said I was going to do. Beat the fuck out of you. I made you bleed. I made you think about tapping out. And that's all I needed. All I needed to know that you were just another no heart, all talk newcomer. I mean you talk so highly of yourself and so low of everyone else here. But I know Brandon Macdonald wouldn't tap to an armbar just like that. You know who taps to an armbar? Bryan Blaze. You know who else? Ryan Apollos. People who talk like they belong here but they clearly don't. But wait. I think I hear something. What? You didn't tap? True. You didn't. But if you weren't so close to the ropes you would have. You were flailing around like some kid who didn't get what he wanted. When your hand felt the ropes and you grabbed it with all life left in you. Because you knew if you didn't you would tap. And that's all I needed to know. As you lay there with blood dripping from your forehead. You aren't an IWF Champion. You're just someone who thinks he is. Not any different from thousands of other teenage kids who dream about being IWF Champion. So I didn't give a rat's ass if I lost that match or not. Just that you would be put in your place. Like the rest of the IWF benchwarmers.

Dan: But you had some success. You became the High Impact Champion. Maybe with some luck you will be mentioned in the same sentence as Sean Libby, or Steel Angel. Great. Just great. And I guess that's why they pitted you against me. I can't blame them, I mean our first match was pretty entertaining. But I am afraid it's just going to be like the last time. You know why Stygian? Maybe you are faster. Maybe you are stronger. Maybe you have improved leaps and bounds since we last met. But you know why it will end with you on the short end of the stick again? It's because you are approaching it the same way you did last time. Trying to argue pointless arguments. Trying to dig up useless and pretty much non relevant dirt on me. Laughing at my expense. Things like that. Things like that are exactly why you aren't IWF Champion yet. You mentioned that I was trying to make the argument that I am better than you because I was the IWF Champion and you aren't yet. No. I wasn't trying to argue that. I was merely stating facts. You see you seem to think this is all a game. You approach this business as if it were a game of chess. Is there strategy involved? Yes. Is there thinking involved? Yes. But is it a game? No. Because you can plan out anything you want. You can strategize all you want. But all I have to do is smack you in the face and there are no rules anymore. I don't have to sit there and wait for you to make your move. I can just slam you into the turnbuckle. I can break your back. And I can snap your arm any way I want to. All the while you were planning to take my queen on the third turn. I think it's going to take me flipping over your chess board and letting your pieces fall to the ground to make you realize this isn't a game. I don't run my mouth for hours belittling my opponents. I simply state the facts and tell them exactly how it's going to go down. Because what matters is what happens in the ring. That's where you win titles. That's what people come and pay to see. Not some long and frankly boring lecture of how your smart and I'm not. I mean you sound like those self entitled pricks that just spend their whole day in Wall Street. Generation give it to me cause I deserve it. You think anyone will just give you the IWF Title? No. You think you can just earn the IWF Title? No. You have to fucking take it. And that is exactly what you don't do. You stand around with your hand out waiting for someone to give you things. I became IWF Champion. You haven't. So what if I lost to Brandon. So what if I lost to you technically. This isn't a mathematic equation. I don't care if you beat A B C D E F G... Did you ever wonder why they aren't giving you the title shot? Because Brandon is scared of you? I don't think so. It's because you aren't an IWF Champion. You think people are ridiculing me because I lost at Violent Impluse? No. In fact it's most likely going to be nominated for best match of 2011. But they are laughing at you. Three hundred pounds. Self proclaimed genius. Two women by your side. By the way I am sorry if I called them prostitutes. I just assumed they were. All that going for you. And I just played around with you in that ring. I ran circles around you. Then yeah you beat people. People who were on their way out and you still had a hard time beating them. Hell I beat legends like SBK faster than the way you put away Tim Patrick. Oh wow you beat Connor so badly. Someone I don't even remember was in the IWF. Hell the only impressive thing you did was go to a draw with Chuck Matthews. I'm actually pretty sure he was fooling around with Lillian and Lilith backstage... but what do I know...

At that point Tori peeped out of the room and looked at Dan down the stairway.

Tori: I'm gonna take a shower. Wanna join me?

Dan: Oh baby. I'm in the middle of this thing....

Tori: But Dan. It's a shower with me...

Dan: Fine. I'll be there in a minute.

Dan looks back at the camera.

Dan: I'll have to wrap this up now. You know women... I think... I still don't know where you picked up that Lillian chick but I do not want to know. Well there's really not much left to say. I mean I bet you'll go on and on about things.... oh wait. There is one more thing.

Dan moves the chair closer to the camera and starts to whisper.

Dan: What the fuck are you smoking? Black Crusade? Black Dragon? Thunder, fire whatever... This isn't Dungeons & Dragons. I already told you this isn't some game. And why are you calling Tori, Victoria? By the way. I really didn't appreciate how you criticized Tori and I. I have the decency to leave Lillian and Lilith out of this thing for the most part. But when you say anything, and I mean anything about Tori. Then you haven't seen anything yet. I wasn't mad at you that night when I almost broke your arm. But I will break both your arms the next time you talk about Tori. You talk about how your a fucking dragon. Good for you. You wanna be a dragon? Great. But I will shove whatever dragon bust you've been jacking off to up your ass if you ever say anything about her again. And I know you have one because the amount of times you mention the word dragon and how your face becomes red and you start breathing hard...

Dan starts to imitate Stygian talking about dragons by hyperventilating and saying how he will become a dragon when he's angry.

Dan: But I digress. You can do a better impression yourself.

Tori: DAN! Where are you?!

Dan: Coming!

Dan looks back at the camera.

Dan: Yes Stygian. I am a straw man. The one to scare you away from IWF. You little birdy. Not a dragon. But a little black bird.

Dan makes a tweeting sound and laughs.

Dan: Bye man.

He reaches over and turns off the camera.