Past, Present, Future.

::The Past::

Last week before IWF vs. WEW

- WEW.com Exclusive Hostyle Jones Interview -
(WEW.COM INTERVIEW)

...It's been a little short of two months since Hostyle Jones left the WEW line-up. Nothing has ever been said on the whole situation. That is why during the Inferfed challange, WEW.com interviewers have decided to reach out, and get the scoop...

WEW Reporter: Hostyle Jones, how are you doing? It's been a while since we've seen you in the WEW. Now, although you didn't stay in the federation long, you're name is known through the whole WEW locker-room. With the Interfed Challange event coming up, we would like to get you're thoughts on some things, as you are now a member of the IWF...

WEW Reporter: Firstly, what happened on the fall-out with the WEW?

Hostyle Jones: You really want me to speak about the WEW fall-out? Since I left, that has been the topic of discussion on the minds of every wrestling fan around the world. Even more, since I arrived in the IWF, that has been the topic of discussion between both IWF and WEW reporters alike. Ok, well for the first time... Mr. Hostility will address the issue! I'm going to finally speak out... and give you the scoop!!

Hostyle Jones: Let's face it, the WEW was never a federation cut out to hold the extreme antics of Hostyle Jones! They're too worried about things like... 'where their censorship is, and 'is this ok by our standards' or 'is this too explicit'? In all honesty... I stopped having a mother when she died giving birth to my sister, so for me to be censored? I am no child, and what that tells me is one thing... there are a lot of children in the WEW!!

Hostyle Jones: See Hostyle Jones is sick and twisted! I've slaughtered peoples farm animals just in hopes of getting title shots. I was the man who alongside Erik Killings, sent deseised prostitutes to our opponents hotel rooms. The WEW does not want a character of my nature in their arena, night in night out, running their 'elitists' down with bizarre and off-the-wall antics. Not to mention the Chalida incident...

WEW Reporter: Speaking of "The Immortal Goddess", it's been a while since we've seen Chalida. Does she plan on making a return to the wrestling ring soon?

Hostyle Jones: Cha', she plans on making me a little demon baby that we came name Damien! She is pregnant, and we got engaged... she's going to be out of the ring for a while. She will be front-row though, and you know she's going to be watching what the Human Highlight Reels do on their debut as a tag-team!

WEW Reporter: The match at the interfed challange, pits you and Steel Angel against Roman and Ryan Jackson. How do you feel going into this event? Do you feel confident, and do you have anything to say to the duo?

Hostyle Jones: I'd say Steel and I have the upper hand? Steel Angel has never been beaten in tag competition, and I have only lost one tag team match in my career. As for WEW, they had already gotten a taste of what I can do in the ring. The only tow matches 'The Hostyle One' only had two matches when he was with your feeble organization... 'Both' tag-team matches, and both of them 'victorious'.

Hostyle Jones: I will give facts, the WEW 'elitists', are not on the same level as 'The Human Highlight Reels'. My name still rings bells in the WEW, and that's because when I came their with the Era Of Revelations, I was the best that the company had to offer. If I seen talent, maybe I would have been persuaded to change my mind and stay?

WEW Reporter: It has also been noticed that last week upon you're return to the wrestling ring, at IWF's Bloody Sunday you could have possibly ended Sean Libby's career in that First Blood match? How do you feel about that?

Hostyle Jones: How do I feel about that? Well, I don't feel bad. Libby knew what he was getting into when he signed the contract for Bloody Sunday. He also knew that Hostyle Jones was a sick individual. They say Libby will never be the same after I broke that wooden bat over his head. Careers get ended all the time... hell, I end careers all the time!! Who knows, maybe the wrestling fans will get lucky, and see more careers end at the Interfed challange?

WEW Reporter: Big question here... do you think you will ever step foot in a WEW ring again, and do you think you have what it takes to beat the current WEW champion, Chance Rugani?

Hostyle Jones[/u]: Chance Rugani, I know I can beat him... We're too very differant breeds of wrestler. The only differance is, my breed is a dying breed. There are only few left in this organization. Unfortunatly... they only reside in the IWF! As for stepping back into a WEW ring, never say never. If the money is right, and the conditions are right, you might see Hostyle Jones again?

WEW Reporter: Thanks for your time Hostyle, and we look forward to seeing what the Human Highlight Reels bring to the table against Roman and Ryan Jackson.

- AND... SHOOT -
(BEFORE THE SLIGHT TO SPAIN)

Hostyle Jones
"Can you beleive that they put us against Roman and Ryan Jackson? I mean, does the WEW think them two have any chance? This is going to be like a walk in the park for us..."
Hostyle looks around the empty locker-room.

Hostyle Jones
"I'm going to go to Spain, and I'm going to give them the most sadistic ass-whooping they've ever experienced... DIRTY JERSEY STYLE!! You see, I've been in the ring with WEW 'elitists', and there ain't nothing elite about any of them..."

Hostyle Jones
"ANY OF THEM!! The Era of Revelations is upon the WEW once more, and FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY, will Hostyle Jones get to dominate the WEW organization!! On May 5th, Mr. Hostility is going to bring the darkness on his back, and he's going to unleash the evil on Ryan Jackson and Roman! DO YOU HEAR ME, WEW?? DO YOU UNDERSTAND!! Wrestling fans around the world are going to witness a clash of the titans on May 5th, when team IWF faces team WEW!! On May 5th the wrestling world is going to witness a battle of the champions, when James Shark faces Chance Rugani! Most of all on May 5th, they are going to see a tag team match of the Apocalypse!!"

Hostyle Jones brings his face close to the camera, and begins to laugh. He then bangs his head against the camera lense a few times, causing it to shift out of focus. Hostyle Jones backs up from the camera. It regains focus as Hostyle begins to speak again.

Hostyle Jones
"Anyone who's ever gotten' into the ring with The Hostyle One, knows... I am no slouch! I come to maim, burn, and decimate my opponents. It just so happens, on May 5th, I will have Steel Angel by my side! Ryan Jackson and Roman aren't ready for the Human Highlight Reels!! Steel Angel and Hostyle Jones are going to come uncaged, and BELEIVE ME!!! Nothing is going to compare to what I do in that ring!!"

Hostyle Jones
"Mark my words... THERE WILL BE BLOOD!! HELL WILL WALK ON MAY 5th!! The grim reaper is coming to Spain. Hostyle Jones, the Devil in Disguise... Sell your soul, or die a sadistic death..."

Hostyle Jones lets out a loud evil laugh once more, causing a echo through the vacant locker-room. The camera begins to fade, as Hostyles laugh is still heard, echoing...


- ROLEPLAY -
(THE HAND OF GOD)


"He didn't just do that... Did he...?"

The sound of the crickets chirping under the dim moon-light is heard so vividly. It's almost eerie, considering the sick and disturbing reason why Hostyle Jones, Steel Angel, and Cassidy Clay are at the Arkham Cemetary. The sound of shovels scraping the ground is heard, followed by the impact of dirt hitting the damp wet ground. Steel Angel wipes the sweat from his brow and he stakes the shovel into the cemetary ground.

Steel Angel
"Out of all the things you've asked me to do, Chris, this has got to be the most fucked up!! How did you talk me into this?"

Hostyle Jones scoops up another shovel full of dirt and tosses it to the side. He stakes his shovel into the ground, and looks at Steel Angel.

Hostyle Jones
"Cause you're my good friend, Steel. Plus, deep down the darkness inside you wants to do this just as much as I do..."

Cassidy Clay
"It's still pretty sick, bro!"

Cassidy Clay throws his shovel to the side.

Cassidy Clay
"We hit something solid! This has to be it?"

Chris "Hostyle" Jones pulls out the flashlight, and turns it on. A bright light shines from the flashlight, as Hostyle aims it around the graveyard. The path of light is seen through the rain. Hostyle Jones shines the flashlight down into the hole, and then looks over at Cassidy Clay.

Hostyle Jones
"Cass', let me see that crow-bar..."

Hostyle Jones hops down into the muddy hole. Cassidy Clay tosses the crow-bar to Hostyle. Hostyle leans down into the hole. You hear a few loud bangs, followed by a crack. Hostyle Jones lifts his head from the muddy hole, and tosses the crow-bar onto level ground.

Steel Angel
"You don't expect me to touch that, do you?"

Hostyle Jones looks over at Steel Angel and smirks...

Hostyle Jones
"No! I didn't expect either of you to do this. This takes the work of a sick individual. I'm going to do it, I just need someone to get the bag ready."

Hostyle Jones hoists himself out of the hole, and then kneels down, and reaches back into the hole. He begins to lift on something with all his might. Steel Angel and Cassidy Clay step away as Hostyle Jones pulls something out of the muddy hole, and onto level ground.



Cassidy Clay
"Ahhh... What the fuck, man?"

Hostyle Jones
"C'mon, don't act like you didn't expect to see a corpse come out of this grave? Matter fact, let me see the flashlight again."

Cassidy Clay picks the flashlight up off the the ground, which was never turned off by Hostyle Jones. Hostyle Jones shines the flashlight on the corpse examining it closely. He then shines the flashlight on the tombstone in front of him. He reads the name to Steel Angel and Cassidy Clay...

Hostyle Jones
"Jesus Delgado... JESUS!! This is going to work out perfect!!"

Hostyle Jones sits the light back down, in position so that the light shines along the decaying corpse. Hostyle Jones then reaches into a dufflebag alongside him. He closely looks at the corpse as he continues to dig through the bag.

Steel Angel
"Dude, there's maggots crawling through his eye sockets and everything!!"

Hostyle Jones
"Yeah, I would imagine when you're decaying and buried... your eyeballs would be the first thing to go? The maggots probably built a home somewhere behind his skull? Ahah!"

Steel Angel
"That's just disturbing..."

Hostyle Jones pulls a jigsaw from the bag, as an evil smirk grows across his face, and he shakes his head up and down in a mischeivious manner.

Hostyle Jones
"I wonder how brittle the bones are??"

Hostyle Jones begins to poke at the corpse with his bare hands...

Hostyle Jones
"Cass', Yuko said he didn't wanna' touch this thing, so I guess you're gonna have to hold it still for me?"

Cassidy Clay
"Forget that, Chris..."

Hostyle Jones squits his eyes with a confused look across his face. He yes Cassidy Clay down.

Hostyle Jones
"Bro, you want to keep dating my sister, then you're going to help with this... Stop being such a pussy!

Cassidy Clay walks over by Hostyle Jones, and kneels down over the corpse. Cassidy Clay pushes the decaying corpse forward a tiny bit, being very careful. He then extends the arm away from the body as much as he can. He holds the arm across the ground. Hostyle Jones lines the jigsaw up, and then begins to saw THE CORPSE RIGHT HAND OFF!!

Hostyle Continues to saw with a happy expression glimmering through the ray of the flashlight. A loud snap is heard, causing Cassidy Clay to turn his head away from the corpse, and throw up.

Steel Angel
"Aha, did you lose your dinner, Cass?"

Cassidy Clay
"Man, if you were holding this dead mans body... you would do the same."

Steel Angel
"I'm not dumb enough to do it!!"

Another snap is heard. Hostyle Jones lifts a severed hand up, and points it in front of Cassidy Clay's face. Cassidy Clay gags and throws up once more, as Yuko and Hostyle begin to laugh...

Hostyle Jones
"How does it smell?"

Hostyle looks over at Steel Angel.

Hostyle Jones
"Yuko, do me a favor and open up that garbage bag..."

Steel Angel pulls a rolled up garbage bag from his pocket. He begins to unroll it, looking for the top opening. Once he finds it he shakes the empty bag out to open it up, he then stretches it open as Hostyle walks over to him, and drops the severed hand into the garbage bag.

Cassidy Clay
"What exactly did you plan to do with this thing?"

Steel Angel ties the garbage bag up, and then hands it to Hostyle Jones. Hostyle Jones gives off an evil smile.

Hostyle Jones
"Well, Mr. Jesus Delgado is going to come to the IWF vs WEW event... well not really, but this stinky ass hand will be there. I'm going to smack the WEW with it!! Since the mans name is Jesus, I got a name for it too... 'THE HAND OF GOD'!"

Steel Angel
"Please, don't get us DQ'd!!"

Hostyle Jones
"Steel, relax... how can't you get disqualified for using hands in hand to hand combat? Plus it's not like someone else is coming in and interupting the match!"

Steel Angel thought about this for a moment and nodded. Hostyle Jones is right, and he couldn't argue with it. Even though it would be a weapon, could it really be that illegal?

Hostyle Jones
"Just imagine... Roman and Ryan Jackson are going to step in the ring, and when they do, the hand of god awaits them... Who the hell is that?"

Hostyle Jones noticed the motion of a flashlight in the distance bobbing up and down with the motion of a persons steps. Steel Angel looks toward the light as well. The light gets closer and closer...

Caretaker
"What are you kids doing out here? Wait-- you're not kids, an'... oh my god!!! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?"

Cassidy Clay
"Ummm... we dug up a corpse??"

Caretaker
"I see that but what the hell for?? I'm calling the police... ain't no necrophiliac's robbing graves in my graveyard!!"

Steel Angel looks at the caretaker with a funny look on his face. Hostyle Jones smirks and looks at Steel Angel.

Hostyle Jones
"Necrophiliac?? Hardly that... Steel could you throw me the bag?"

Hostyle Jones begins to walk toward the caretaker as Steel Angel throws Hostyle Jones the garbage bag. Hostyle Jones opens the bag, and pulls the severed hand out.
{SMACK}
The sound echos the graveyard as Hostyle Jones slaps the caretaker across the face with the severed hand. Hostyle Jones laughs as the caretaker slips in the mud, falling down stunned...

Hostyle Jones
"The hand of gad has claimed it's first victim!! Fellas, let's grab our things and get out of here. When he wakes up, he's going to be pissed, and my guess is he's probably going to call the cops?"

- I DO BELEIVE WE ARE GOING DOWN -

Death Angel
"Ay', look it's a bull!!

Breaking out of the cargo crate, Hostyle Jones and Death Angel are staring across at a caged bull, also bound for Spain. Death Angel and Hostyle Jones continue to make their way through the planes dark cargo hold.

Death Angel
"We need a match, or a lighter... It's dark as hell down here!"

Hostyle Jones
"Oh... right!"

{FLICK}
The flame from the wick of the zippo ignites. Giving off a light through the narrow passage way of the cargo hold. Hostyle Jones hoists the black garbage bag with the severed hand over his shoulder, causing Death Angel to get a wiff of the stench...

Death Angel
"That thing smells like shit!! Now, explain to me why we couldn't just wait in the cargo hold until we landed in Spain?"

Hostyle Jones
"Cause... I want to cross flying a plane off of my bucketlist... THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN!! Don't worry... I'll fly the plane. You just make sure we don't get into any serious trouble? The idea is to make it to the front of the plane, and we'll go from there??"

Death Angel
"I don't think that should even be a problem. Most of the people on this plane are from the WEW and IWF..."

Hostyle Jones and Death Angel get to the cargo hold exit. Hostyle Jones closes his zippo, causing the flame to die out, and the opens the door...

... 15 MINUTES LATER ...
(REACHING THE COCK-PIT)

Hostyle Jones and Death Angel pull back the curtain to the planes cock-pit and...



Steel Angel
"HAI!!"

Hostyle Jones
"Steel!!?? What the--"

Hostyle Jones and Death Angel look at Steel Angel who has already tied up the piolit, and is trying to steady the plane.

Steel Angel
"Hey guys, don't worry... everything is under control!!"

Hostyle Jones
"Let me fly Stee'lo??"

Hostyle Jones tries to grab at the flight stick. Steel Angel pulls it away. Causing the plane to shift to the side and upward drastically.

Hostyle Jones
"Steel, you know this was on my bucket-list, man! Seriously, let me see the flight stick."

Steel Angel
"Come on Hoz', I never do anything crazy! I'll let you see it in a minute..."

Hostyle Jones reaches for the flight stick. Steel pulls the flight stick to the side, causing it to shift once more.

Hostyle Jones
"Stee', STOP!!! You're going to crash the plane!!"

Steel Angel
"No!! I got this, man!"

Death Angel peers back from guarding the cock-pit curtian

Death Angel
"Will you two figure out who's going to fly this damn plane before you kill twenty-some-odd wrestlers?"

Hostyle Jones
"Yeah, see... let me fly!!"

Hostyle Jones grabs at the stick once more. This time he gets a grip on it. Steel and Hostyle Jones begin to tug the flight stick back and forth. This is causing the plane to dangerously shift back and forth.

Steel Angel
"Dude.... let it go!!"

Hostyle gives Steel Angel an angry look. He lets go of the flight stick as Steel tugs it one more time. This causes the flight stick to knock out of track, and disconnect from the steering mechanism. The plane begins to plummet out fo control...

Death Angel
"See... look what you two did!!"

Hostyle Jones looks around for a minute. He then opens up the black garbage bag and pulls out the hand of god! Steel looks at him in disbelief.

Steel Angel
"You actually brought that stinky fucking hand with you??"

Hostyle Jones smirks as the plane spirals out of control.

Hostyle Jones
"Look, this is the hand of god, Steel!! It will save us... have faith!"

Hostyle jams the decaying hand finger-side down into the gap in the shifter. He begins to raise the hand, and the plane begins to level out. One of the brittle fingers breaks causing the hand to fly out of the shifter. Hostyle Jones looks at it, as the plane spirals out of control again...

Hostyle Jones
"Damn, it was the middle finger."

Hostyle Jones scratches his head with the severed hand, thinking for a moment. Steel looks at him with a weird look across his face.

Steel Angel
"Ummm... the plane..."

Hostyle Jones
"Oh, right... I do beleive we're going down..."

Death Angel peeks back into the cock-pit...

Death Angel
"Uhhh... Wait... What?!?!"

Hostyle Jones thinks for a second.

Hostyle Jones
"Ok... Steel, I'm going to need your belt. Death Angel, I'm gonna need one of your size seventeens."

Steel Angel
"Seventeens?? Jeez, what are you... an elephant??"

Hostyle collects the materials. He jams the hand back into the shifter, and cautiously levels the plane, making sure not to break anymore fingers. After leveling the plane in the air, he puts Death Angel's boot over the flight stick and the hand. He then takes Steel Angel's belt, and wraps it around Death's boot. He ties it tight, securing the flight stick to the wrist. Making a make-shift flight stick. The plane begins to level out. Hostyle Jones looks at Steel Angel, and then grins.

Hostyle Jones
"Some Mcgyver type-shit!! YES! You guys can take your stuff back after we land... Now, all we have to do is try and stay on course??"

Death Angel
"Try and stay on course?? You do know what you're doing right??"

Hostyle Jones
"No! I'm a quick learner though, plus... we're almost there!"

Steel looks at Hostyle awkwardly. Hostyle Jones smirks, and then picks up the intercom speaker. He presses the button down to address everyone on the plane. He begins to speak as his voice broadcasts through the plane.

Hostyle Jones
"Ladies and gentlemen... This is Hostyle speaking, and we had some technical difficulties, but I assure you... everything is under control. We will be landing shortly."

Hostyle turns the intercom off as Steel Angel looks at him...

Steel Angel
"Are you sure you can land this? Do you have any experience?"

Hostyle Jones
"Yeah... I used to play StarFox 64!!"

Hostyle nods confidently, as he grabs the flight stick...

... OH NO ...


::The Present::

During the event, IWF vs. WEW.


It was a back and forth battle between the HHRs and the team of Roman and Ryan Jackson. Ryan and Steel were fighting hitting each other with their power moves, at one point Roman got the blind tag and tried to take advantage. However Steel managed to see the attack and reverse Romon into a sit down spinebuster, he then followed with a springboard moonsault before picking him back and attempted to irish whip him, however Roman reversed it and Hostyle was able to sneak in a blind tag of his own while Roman went for a back body drop. Steel Angel was able to flip over it while Hostyle charged in with his hand of god which he jammed right into Roman's mouth causing him to pass almost instantly. Steel delt with Jackson while Hostyle got the win for his team, after the match Steel and Hostyle walked side by side backstage hoping to caught some rest and perhaps get a look at some of the divas as the rest of the day went by without much incident. Yuko would take the plane trip back home where he would train himself in preparation for his next bout as it will be a huge test for him. Steel Angel had hoped to face Team Swag but seems that won't happen as Cody was fired from his contract just before the week was out. Still Yuko knew that it won’t stop Cody from interfering in this match and he knows it's bound to happen. A guy like Cody who always says "fuck you" to the people who make the rules is bound to make sure that Shark's team wins this match no matter what.

Yuko had been thinking alot about his poor performance at Bloody Sunday, it still eat at him like someone just took a huge knife and just buried it into his chest. How could he have allowed himself to let his guard down like that? How could Steel Angel; the man who always takes his competition seriously would allow himself to loss to such a crappy athlete like Ryan Apollos? Perhaps he's allowing the power of the briefcase to get to him, before Bloody Sunday Yuko had run rough shot with his briefcase, making like difficult for James Shark. He was crafting the coffin and was hoping that Corey would drive the final nails in and bury this guy.

Alas....his efforts were all for naught............and now Yuko faces what could be his greatest challenge yet.

The returning Dan Alexander, who James choose to be his replacement teammate despite their differences in the past have decided to reconcile at least for tonight's main event match between the new HHR and the odd couple of Shark and Dan. However Yuko cannot afford to look past these two men, he's award of Shark's punches and superhuman resiliency. He's also aware of Dan's mat tactics and vast arsenal of submission moves making even the most basic move look lethal. Yuko has even since fighting Brandon at New Years Evil greatly improve on his own submission prowess however even with that taken into consideration, he's still a rook when in par with Dan.

Add the possibility of Cody Taylor jumping into the mix and you have the ultimate do or die scenreo: Steel Angel and Hostyle Jones are facing overwhelming odds. Everyone is betting on Shark to win and they would be completely stupid not to, after he has the best record right now, he is number one the rankings and he's still the Heavyweight champion whether people like it or not. Yuko is facing all kinds of backlash from his humiliating loss at Bloody Sunday to the ridicule he's getting from the people backstage to the endless insult that Shark and Cody were posting about him on twitter. Yuko shut it all out and focused on the big picture itself: This is a fight he can't possibly win.

However Yuko has endured so much, had his back against the wall many times before, has fought the odds and won. This is unlike anything he's ever faced but one can never deny that Yuko ain't going down without a fight. He remembered his last encounter with James Shark, he was dominating that match in early going, catching him off guard and keeping him grounded. Then he got overzealous and took to the skies too early, he allowed the adrenaline to get into his head and all it took was one mistake and the tables would completely turn.

Even after getting a moment of reprieve he wasn’t counting on James reacting so fast.......and he wasn’t counting on Shark's fearsome right hook either. That was all it took for Yuko to lose that fight and even after getting "clipped" he was able to regain his senses and fight on. Shark this time is determine to break his spirit once and for all and Yuko knows what he's in for. The only way that Yuko would have any chance is to make Shark fight his fight, and that's where he came up with an idea.....

What if Yuko decided to take a page off of Shark's own book? Frustrate him, use his speed and agility and just kick, kick and kick some more. Bob and weave then strike and back away, make him fight his fight. Shark won't be expecting it, he'll be expecting Steel to take to the skies or perhaps play the power game. After all it worked greatly for Corey but the problem is while Yuko is known for his power, he's best known for speed and he'll need to use that speed. Submissions are useless and forget trying to trade punches. Hardcore would be another good tool to use however again Shark would be expecting it. In order to get inside Shark's head he'll need to think like Shark, be patient and be calm, don't rush in and don't take to the sky unless it's really necessary.

There is one other problem that Yuko faces: Dan Alexander.

He can't just primarily focus on just Shark, which would be EXACTLY what they would want. Yuko is no fool, he's aware of Dan's abilities, even after faking his death just to escape from Rick's bullshit, Yuko can't look past Dan.....he just can't. How Yuko will fight Dan? Perhaps mix his game plan and blend it with the one that he has for Shark. As for Cody Taylor possibly interfering, Yuko has really no control over it, he'll have to use that time take advantage or rest up and give himself time to recover. This won't be at all an easy fight but then again it wasn’t suppose to be, Yuko is no longer a mid carder, he's going against the elite class now he has to beat these guys someway, somehow.

There just has to be a way.........


::The Future::


This is it, the moment of truth. I'm fighting a battle that everyone belives I can't win. Who can blame them really? After my loss to Ryan Apollos I keep thinking to myself where the hell I go wrong? I have noone to blame but myself and now I'm letting Shark walk all over me and it's just pissing me off.

Then Cody Taylor comes in and tells says that I've been whining backstage and complaining that I'm not treated fairly. Uhh since when have I ever done that? These last couple of weeks I've been actully very quiet, both backstage and on twitter. I never went to Rick or Brandon and complained, I never threw a fit I knew I fucked up. However how can Cody presume to judge me when he can't even justifie his own actions?

You think your running the show Cody? Your not, your boyfriend is and if not for the fact that you got fired you would have been in this match.

It's a pity though, I'd hope you would be in this match because I've been wanting to kick your ass after that cheap win over me one week before Bloody Sunday. I'm not gonna go and say that loss caused me to lose focus and thereby loss the Ryan Apollos. No unlike Cody here who never "Mans up" his losses, I'm taking my lumps and I would love to see him try and "kill" me. Death Angel coulden't do it, Aric Voss tried and failed and even Corey himself was unable to finish me off. I sincerly doubt you and your black friend will have any better sucess but your all welcome to try.

I'm not gonna bother to trash talk, I can't afford it. Dan Alexander I respect you as an athlete and a person, you can count on me to give a 135% in this match. I know I'm fighting two very dangerous men and add in Cody trying to take this one away because he feels he needs to be in this. I guess he thinks Shark needs his help, but really: This is mainly between me and these two. I'm focused on NOT just Shark but Dan as well, I can't afford anymore mistakes, I can't allow myself to loss so quickly.

I'm going into this with both arms swinging, and I'm going down I will go down fighting to my last breath. You can count on it.