Ryan Apollos [vs.] Hostyle Jones [vs.] Griffin Hawkins

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- POST BATTLEGROUNDS LXI (BRANDON MACDONALD H.O.F SHOW) -

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"Alright, so my return didn't go exactly the way it had planned to. Hell, I went down swinging, though. In my mind I know I'm better then Parker Wayde, I was better when I left, and I am better then him now. Rustiness? I don't think it was a fact of rustiness. I think it was more of the fact that I had needed a wake-up call. Something to spark some more desire into my return. In the end..."

"I am still the better man!"

"Did I feel bitter on that windy night as I made my exit to the area through the garage loading docks after losing to Parker Wayde? You can bet your ass that I did. I had a score to settle, and I was hellbent on settling it."

"As I began to walk through the lot, I watched vividly as each car passed by, exiting the lot. Each car filled with IWF persona. As usual, I still attempted to blend to my surrounds. You know, the typical Hostyle Jones, sweater half-zipped, and hood up. Head slightly slanted to the ground to but still high enough to scope everything as my eyes wondered."

"I could hear the faint sound of 'clacks' getting louder from the footsteps running up behind me..."

Marley Jones : Christian, wait...

"The voice of my little sister came from behind me in between the gasps of breath due to her racing through the parking lot. I turned around to look at Marley."

"I looked down at her as her right hand lifted to wipe the tear that trickled down her eye. Her face windburnt from the breeze. She stopped to catch her breath as she lunged forward and hugged herself tightly against my chest."

"Her nails tightened into my back, as I could tell she was worried about me, not knowing where I had been, or what I had been through. I wrapped my arm over her shoulder, giving her a mutual one armmed embrace."

Marley Jones : You said you wouldn't leave...

"I didn't know what to say at that exact moment. I had let her down!"

"I did tell her I wouldn't leave, and I did. The last thing I had ever wanted to do was break my sisters heart. She was just so fragile, due to our pig of a father, who couldn't keep his hands off of her. "

"Still with Marley cradled in my arms, I did not know what to say. I knew that I was wrong and that I had let her down, but at the same time, what was I suppose to tell her? Was I suppose to be honest and tell her that I had momentarily lost my life to drugs, strippers, and cheap motels once more? If I told her that, it would only be like throwing salt on a wound."

"With that, I could only think of one tactic, that much of the world uses when their back is on the ropes. As sweat dripped from my brow, I let go of Marley's comfort and began to crawl into my defensive shell."

"Looking my sister in the eyes, it was almost hard to hold my head straight."

"Marley looked at me momentarily as I tried to look away, for the first time ever ashamed to look my sister in the eyes..."[/color]

Hostyle Jones : Well, I'm back now...

"I began to lower my head, and to continue to avoid eye contact with Marley. In the end it was the glimmer on her finger that I noticed. Her once vacant hand had now bared a ring."

"This made the moment feel even more awkward. First, I felt like I had let my sister down. Now I realize that she has gotten engaged to my partner in my absence."

"A sudden anger and hatred grew in my mind and heart momentarily. It was like my whole life I vowed to protect her after ol' man Jones ruined her childhood, and now, here I am, feeling like my sister is slipping away and relying more on my partner."

"Marley then broke the awkward and confusing silence..."

Marley Jones : Well, say something other then... "Well I'm back now..."

"I blurted out the very first thing that had came to my mind."[/color]

Hostyle Jones : What the hell do you want me to say, Marley? I let you down...

"As I turned to walk away, Marley let out a gasp before speaking."

Marley Jones : But, Christian it's alright...

"Those words really meant nothing, even if she had forgiven me. It was I who would have to forgive myself. I had come back to the IWF with three things in mind. The first had been to seak redemption against Parker Wayde, which I had failed to do. The second thing was to recapture IWF gold at any cost, preferably the belt that I lost upon my hiatus. As for the third? I needed to claim my pride and dignity back. I could not look my own sister in the face. I hung my head to the ground staring at the parking lot black-top."

Hostyle Jones : Congradulations sis...

"This was in regards to her engagement to Steel Angel."

Hostyle Jones : ... but, now that I'm back, Steel doesn't need to have my back. I can take care of things myself. My friend or not, I don't need a bodyguard, I have always defended myself after getting my ass-whooped by our old man, and I will continue to defend myself until the day I die!

Marley Jones : But, you lost tonight...

"Why would Marley say that? I don't beleive she meant for it to come out as painful as it sounded, but it was like a row of daggers shooting me straight into the back. This was my little sister, who I fought to protect all my life. The very one that I went to bat for to give her a better life."

"However, this comment had caused me to turn around as I could feel the chill come up my spine. My teeth almost grinding from holding in a sense of rage. One that I had never had toward my sister. In the heat of the moment the only thing I could think of was the bitter taste of defeat, and for it to go known in the eyes of Marley."

"As much as she probably did not mean any insult by her comment, I myself snapped back with a harsh comment in which I knew I fully did not mean."

Hostyle Jones : Marley, I love you- but your lucky mom had a girl instead of a boy, otherwise I would have just knocked your fucking teeth out for what you just said!

"As what I had just said had sank deep into her ears and penatrated her brain-cells, her eyes widened. It was then that I knew she had now taken what I had said the wrong way."

"I reached out to her at that very moment and I rested my hand on her shoulder. Not knowing how to make things right, I said the only thing that I could say, or at least the only thing that I could say until I forgave myself."

Hostyle Jones : I'm sorry I let you down, I hope Yuko never will. In time I will be able to forgive myself for not being there for you, but until then I can't help you if I can't help myself.

"I turned away from Marley at that moment, taking my hand off of her shoulder. I could tell I had hurt her more with these words then was in my intent, but my logic was, well, logical. Right now I was trying to pick myself back up from recently falling apart, and Yuko was still stable on his feet. There was no love loss with Steel Angel, he was always my partner, and a good man to my sister. In fact right now, he was the better man. He could protect my sister more then I could at the moment. My goal was to live and learn. With that, that was what I sat out to do as I strolled off through the parking garage, leaving Marley standing behind me with wonder and worry in her eyes."

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-SOMETIMES PAIN IS HARD TO SWALLOW -


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Syco Angel - Marley is with me now, Jones!

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Steel Angel - Hey Hostyle, I broke into the IWF headquarters, I have found some video feed you have to see...

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Rick - This next match is a Live Or Die, Marley Jones match! Can Hostyle save his sister from being buried alive in a cylinder of concrete?

Matt - He's got to do something, because this is also a strap-match, and the only way he can win is to drag the big frame of Syco Angel around the ring and touch all four ring posts before the concrete will stop pouring down into the cylinder...

Rick - No matter how you look at it, the odds are stacked against Hostyle Jones

(The sound of the IWF crowd booms through the arena...)

Heather Thompson - This next match is a Live Or Die Strap Match!!

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Syco looks up at the chamber and spots Marley almost incased with cement. He picks Jones up and is looking for the Syco Driver on top of the steel chair. As he looks to sit it up, the crowed roars as Steel Angel comes running out from the back with a sledgehammer in his hand, Steel cocks back and smashes the hammer into the side of the chamber!

Rick – WAIT A MINUTE! STEEL ANGEL IS RESCURING MARLEY JONES FROM THE CHAMBER!

Steel takes a second swing shattering the side of the chamber just before the cement covers the face of Marley! Syco drops Jones and looks at disgust as Steel helps Marley to her feet. Jones also spots the save and without warning picks up the chair and drives it into the back of Syco’s knees, he brings the chair up over his head and smashes Syco in the back of the head with the chair!

Rick – This match has just gone from a live or die match, to your everyday Strap match!

Matt – Hostyle Jones looks like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders

Hostyle rolls out of the ring, and grabs a barbwire baseball bat! He gets back into the ring, Syco back on his feet uses the strap and attempts a Clothesline from hell, but gets the barbwire bat right into the throat! Both men lay on the matt.

Rick – Hostyle just drove that barbwire bat right into the exposed flesh of Syco!

Matt – If you ask me, Syco got off easy. Let a motherfucker kidnap my sister …

Hostyle crawls to the corner and slaps the top turnbuckle, He leans on the ropes and makes his way to the second, at the same time Syco slaps a corner. Hostyle slaps a second, Syco stumbles into his second turnbuckle. Syco and Jones pull at the strap trying to stop each other from slapping a 3rd corner, but they both manage to get it.

Rick – Both men only need one more corner apiece to walk outta here the winner

Syco uses everything he has to pull Hostyle towards him, Jones does the same. The two are in a heated tug-of-war match. Jones gets the best of the tug-or-war, but Syco comes in and without warning sits Jones up with the Syco-Driver! But Hostyle pulls out all the stops and reverse it and drops Syco with the Book Of Revelations! Jones rolls away from Syco and towards the last turnbuckle. He looks at Syco and slaps it!

[DING! DING! DING!]

Heather Thompson – Here is your winner … HOSTYLE JONES!!!!


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"I kicked myself in the ass more and more over the holidays about letting Marley down. Then, recalling the match I had at Isolation against Syco Angel with Marley's life on the line, I found myself down in the dumps even more."

"Even then, I was too slow..."

"That night it wasn't me who had protected my sister. She would have been a tube of concrete if it wasn't for Steel Angel. Really, the only conclusion I can draw from this is that I haven't been there for her since the start of IWF career. In the end it was Yuko, who has served as her guardian angel."

"Should I feel mad about this?"

"I mean, Steel has done an excellent job taking care of my sister. He even threw a rock on her finger, but before him, all she really had was me. I "am" happy for them, but from being upset with myself, I feel a since of lost honor hanging somewhere in the balance..."

"At what point did I stop looking after my sister, and at what point did "Steel Angel", become her provider? Maybe, I was confused, but like I said, a sense of lost honor felt to topple onto my shoulders."

"All this began to soak into my mind like water to a sponge. I had began to zone out in deep thought, not even paying attention to the noise of bar glasses clanging and drunken chatter."

"It was Christmas time, and just because I had put the drugs behind me, didn't mean that I wasn't going to drink my sorrows away for the moment. I don't know if it was just the alcohol intoxicating my system that brought me back to reality, or if it was the bartender? Either way, around the time I took focus off of the problems that weighed on my mind, he was asking."

Bartender Jack : Are you going to take that shot, or are you just going to stare at it? You've been babysitting that thing for a while.

"I looked at the bartender and kind of snubbed him off for a moment as I lifted the shot to my lips and took it back. Upon dropping the shot glass to the table, I hit him with a stale face."

"In reality, this was not my idea of fun. Strip clubs were always like a solitude to me, but on this particular occasion, I had no choice, but to stray from my comfort zone. With everything on my mind, the strip club was the last place I needed to be."

Hostyle Jones : Hit me with another shot of Jack.

Bartender : Sure thing, this one is on that guy...

"Now I know what you're thinking, but it wasn't that. What the fuck would even possess you to think something like that? No, I wasn't in a fucking gay-bar."

"The bartender pointed down the lane of stools to a few guys on the corner. One of the men stood up and pointed toward me saying..."

HOSTYLE JONES, YOU'RE ONE SICK FUCK, MAN!

[i]"As the bartender put the shot to the table, I picked it up and raised it into the air with a fake grin across my face, thanking the guy, before tipping the shot back and downing it."

"I looked down at the empty shot glass, and raised two fingers into the air. The bartender who was now on the other side of the bar, mixing drinks for a couple sitting on the far end opposite the IWF fans looked over and nodded his head, letting me know he got the order."

"I put my elbows down onto the bar counter-top and rested my forehead against my hands, closing my eyes for a slight moment, embracing a slight buzz. I looked up around the same time that the bartender slapped the two shot glasses down on the table next to me. The bartender tipped the Jack up, and I watched as the liquor dropped down into the glass, swiftly, as he filled both shot glasses in one swipe motion, and then slid the shots closer in my direction."

"I reached into my pockets and searched around for a moment. Before throwing a fifty dollar bill onto the bar counter. I then took back my first shot, and dropped it to the counter with enough force that the shot glass banged harshly against the wood. I looked at the second shot, and followed that one down with hesitation."

"At this point, I didn't really know what else to do? I just wanted to take the edge off, I didn't want to get oblivorated, but Jack Daniels is one hell of a drink."

"I looked at the clock on the wall behind the bar..."

10:34...

"I had been waiting on my ride for a while now. I lifted myself from the barstool and started to walk through the crowd of people. I made my way to the small hallway in the back."

"I walked over to the payphone, and began to dig through my pockets once more, collecting all of the change that I could feel from a quick skim across the bottom. As I pulled it out I sorted through the change and grabbed fifty cents before dropping the rest of the change back into my pocket."
"As I lifted the receiver to my ear I threw the quarters in. Button by button I began to dial..."

Ring... Ring... Ring...

Hostyle Jones : Where you at?

"I waited as a heard a reply momentarily on the other end...

"Pulling up to the corner of the pub."

Hostyle Jones : Alright, see you in a minute.

"Placing the phone back on the hanger, I turned away and began my walk out of the bar, lifting the hood on my tan LRG thermal hoodie. I knew it was going to be cold. The New Jersey weather has been harsh well after Hurricane Sandy, and the winds and rains continued to come down outside."

"As I exited the bar, I almost bumped into a group of people smoking under the awning above the bar entrance. After sorting myself out for a moment, I lifted my head and inhaled the smell of the mildewing environment. The smell of nasty weather was so vivid, that it could have metaphorically scorthed your nostril hairs."

"Looking to my left and my right with my hood low to me head, I examined the perimeter. I was artiqulate like that. I always have to know my surroundings, even if I have a mountian of other shit on my mind."

"The big black Brono pulled up with the lift kit, the exhaust rumbling the neighborhood. I stepped forward and opened the passanger side door of the Bronco, and climbed the step into this monster of a truck."

Hostyle Jones : How in the hell do you drive this thing?

"Muffin's The Midget looked at me with anger. I looked down, seeing the stack of telephone books she was sitting on, and the platformed shoes she was wearing, and it was obvious that her height and frame was not the problem. I shrugged it off and closed the door as she began to pull away."

Muffins : You smell like a liter of JD!


"There was no denying that Muffins knew her liquor well."

"I glazed out of the passanger side window a looked upon the dark, wet landscape. focusing through the raindrops that still lingered on the window. I reached down and pressed the button to crack the window. I needed some cold air. This chick had the heat blasting, and it was damn near drying my eyes out."

Muffins : So, why didn't you just come to the club?

"She must have been talking about "Naughty Language", this was the new titty-bar that Muffin's had been performing at since Hurricane Sandy destroyed the old club in Atlantic City."

Muffins : Really? That's a first for you...

Hostyle Jones : Don't feel surprised, I have a lot of things that are bothering me right now. It doesn't mean that tits and ass still doesn't linger on my mind.

"I had tried to change the topic quick, before she asked me what was on my mind. I had been kicking myself in the ass about damaging my career the way that I had all night. All I wanted to do was let the Jack numb my thoughts so I could take my mind off of the whole situation. If she brought it up now, it would be like an anvil dropping right on top of my brain."

Hostyle Jones : I'm surprised you're not working tonight...

Muffins: You and I both, but that was a good thing for you, because otherwise you would have been stranded I guess?

"Muffin's always tried to throw the things that she does for me in my face, it was typical. I think it was because she wanted to be with me so much, that she was trying to make me see how much she has been there for me through it all, but like I said many times before, to me, Muffin's is like one of the fellas. She can party her ass off, and you can tell her anything."

"However, I guess changing the topic didn't keep me off the hook that easy. Muffin's looked over at me for a slight second, before focusing her eyes back on the road."

Muffins: So, why don't you tell me what's on your mind?

"I tried to look out the passanger side window, to act as if I had not heard her ask me that. As I watched the raindrops trickle down the outside of the glass window I could almost feel as if her eyes were watching me.

Muffins: So...

"I looked over in Muffins direction for a moment as I reclined my seat back a bit to relax. Then I spoke back to her..."

Hostyle Jones: It's Marley, Muff'. I just don't know, I feel like I let her down. I told her that I would always be there to protect her, and when it came down to it, I just couldn't do it.

"Muffins looked over at me like I was crazy..."

Muffins: Chris, are you fucking serious? How can you sit there and beat yourself up over something like that. Did you ever think that Marley can take care of herself? She's a grown woman now. The only thing that you need to remember is that you were the one who saved her from your pig of a father! Even if you are not there for her through everything, you are still always going to be there for her when you can. Marley is not going to feel betrayed, or any type of hatred toward you in anyway. You are her brother, and she loves you.

"Muffins made a lot of sense with that, maybe I needed somebody to snap me to my senses and to basically tell me to 'stop being a little bitch'. Muffin's was right, I saved her from years of molestation at the hands of our deranged father. If it wasn't for that, who knows how Marley would have turned out? It's bad enough that the past will always haunt her, but at least I showed her when we younger that through all the fucked up things that life has to offer, you can still rise above and build a better future."

"After being enlightened on that, the only bitter thought I had in my head was Yuko's engagement to Marley. It wasn't a big deal, I was happy for them. I just wanted to make it a point that I was the better man. Maybe that had been what it was along? Maybe I was kicking myself in the ass all week because I felt like Yuko had somewhat overthrown my life a bit. First, he got engaged to my sister, and then I came back to him holding the High Impact Championship."

"Maybe I was a little jealous? Maybe I felt like I was always in his shadow my first time around?"

Muffins: Are you understanding what I'm saying?

"I had zoned out in thought for a moment..."

Hostyle Jones : Yea, I understand you- it does make sense, but there's more to it then that.

Muffins: Well, I can only tell you what I feel is the right thing, Chris, and I think that you're beating yourself up over something that you really shouldn't even be beating yourself up over.

"I let Muffin's words sink in as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pack of Newports. As I pulled one out of the pack and rested it between my upper and lower lip, I reached to the side of me and began to crack my window, causing the cold draft from outside to overwhelm the heat blasting from the heating and cooling vents in the Bronco."

"I reached into my pocket once more, and I pulled out a pack of matches. Ripping the match from the pack, I looked over at Muffins as she began to speak to me."

Muffins : Christian, do you understand what I'm saying to you?

"I ignited the match and cupped my hand around the flame as I brought it up to the cigarette. I took a pull off the cigarette a few times, staring down at the tip of it, watching the tobacco catch fire, causing the cherry to slowly form. The smoke lingered from the cigarette as I inhaled and pulled it away from my lips. I looked over at Muffin's once more to give her an answer."

Hostyle Jones : Yeah, I understand exactly what you're saying Muff', and I know what I have to do to make everything right again.

"Really, what I had to do, was what I had intended to do all along. I always knew that sooner or later it was going to come down to this. Even if I could find clarity in the fact that I did not let Marley down, I still had to make a point. The conclusion to my problem was that I would have to walk down that IWF entrance ramp in the near future, and look across the ring at Yuko. Not in a sense of madness and jealousy, but in a sense of survival tactics."

"Steel Angel had always been a friend to me, so there was no love loss between either of us, but it was about a sense of pride as a competitor. I was all about competition, and I had to prove that I was the alpha male of my sisters life, and that I would always be."

"I lifted the Newport to my lips once more, and I began to take a drag. I focused my attention back out the passanger-side window, looking out into the distance once more. I knew there was going to be a lot of friction along the way, and that I would probably hurt Marley more before I could make things better, but the cold, hard facts were that Steel and I must settle this like warriors would do."

"I was ready."

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-Exclusive IWF Interview-

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-It has been months since IWF.com has spoken to the verbal grenade, and now by popular demand, Hostyle Jones has finally sat down with the IWF.com team today to make it official, that he is back in the Insurgency, and that he still have a lot to prove and a lot of paths to pave. So, with all of that on the line, and a triple threat match awaiting Hostyle Jones at Battlegrounds this week, IWF brings the IWF Universe the first Hostyle Jones interview in nearly six months.-

IWF.com : Good to have you back in the Insurgency, Hostyle. You were always such a great personality to watch, and there is no doubt in our mind that you will continue to contribute to the IWF federation. With that said, the first situation at hand, brings us back to your last confrontation here in the IWF. You and Chuck Matthews had seemed to grow an unimaginable hatred toward one another. This spilled out from the wrestling ring to an even more personal vendetta. Chuck Matthews and your ex fiancee Chalida had managed to ruin your life in a sense. Does a fire still burn with rage in your heart because of this?

Hostyle Jones : I would be lying if I said that there wasn't. I mean I won't fully blame Chuck and Chalida for the downfall of Hostyle Jones. There were other factors, but did they push me into a corner and and help push me to lose control of myself and my career? You bet your ass that they did. Chuck Matthews, I would deficate on that mother fuckers face if I ever seen him step foot into the ring with me. We still have unfinished business, and I still owe him a lot of ass-whoopings that were I.O.U's that date back from me losing the High Impact Championship to Parker Wayde, all the way back Chalida helping him cost me my chance at shattering his record at From The Ashes. As for that, I will simply just let it ride for now, because that is just more determination to make a bigger impact this time around, for this is the pain that fuels my ambition. These are the ties that bind.

IWF.com : Your first match back in the IWF, two weeks ago, you actually stepped into the ring with the man that took the High Impact Championship from you and sent you out of the arena on a stretcher. You were unsuccessful, and when the bell rang, Parker Wayde had his hand raised in victory once more. This has caused some fans to say that you lost your edge. How do you feel about these comments, and how do you feel about losing to Parker Wayde once more?

Hostyle Jones : To tell you the truth I don't feel bad. People look at Parker like he is some wrestling god. His success was the downfall of Robbie Hart, and the half assed win he pulled over Stygian. Parker Wayde hoped on Corey Casey's nuts, and he is only the success he is because of the power players he has in his corner. You saw what happened at New Years Evil! Parker Wayde is shit, and thats the facts! As for if I lost my edge? I will let this triple threat match prove otherwise. This week, I'm going to burn the fucking arena to ashes- the way that I used to.

IWF.com : During that match, and after the show, we noticed you had very little communication with your former partner, Steel Angel, and your sister Marley Jones. Have you talked to either of them since your arrivial back? In some peoples mind, they're buzzing that you're angry with Steel and Marley? Is this true?

Hostyle Jones : Angry? No... I will say one thing though. I am happy that the both of them got engaged. Yuko is a hell of a good guy, and a pretty good wrestler as well. The thing is though, I feel like maybe he got a little too comfortable being a part of my life and my sisters life as well. Before Hostyle Jones and Steel Angel became the Human Highlight Reels, Steel Angel was a very stiff personality. Mysterious, don't get me wrong- but stiff. I'm not going to take any credit for his success, but statistics could show that Steel's popularity that he already had, had skyrocketed more during the days of our faction. He reigned for a month with the IWF World Championship, and was involved in a big fued with Chad Mason. I followed behind with my fued against Robbie Hart, so I was always kind of shadowed by this. However, if you think about it, I did give Steel Angel the motivation he needed to be the man he is today, as oppose to the man he was a year ago. So bitter, not at all. I just feel like I have to put his 'success' to the test eventually.

IWF.com : In other buzz around the IWF, in recent weeks we have seen The Empire gain strength in numbers, and also develop into another threat in the IWF. What is your impression of the Empire? After being gone for so many months, and coming back to a whole new faction of people in the Insurgency, how does that feel?

Hostyle Jones : Can somebody else say Natural Law version 2.0? First we had Chad Mason lead a set of talent that never made it anywhere, except for Parker Wayde. Then we had Corey Casey grow balls to start a faction, and who is his top dog but- Parker Wayde? In the end of this whole Empire run, sadly I feel it will turn out the same way. People like Jack Savage and Eric Steel won't last long, and when shit hits the fan, Parker Wayde will go back down to undercards but still remain a factor because of his title reigns. As for Corey Casey, well, he will then be tucking his head between his legs and kissing his ass goodbye, because, let's face it. We all see how long Chuck Matthews was in charge for. When will these former IWF champions realize, you wrestle, you retire, you stay retired. Everyone always comes back to do something or 'play a differant part', and in the end they destroy their career. Good luck though, Corey.

IWF.com : The last question is directed to your opponents this week on Battlgrounds. Ryan Apollos, a true veteren in this sport, in which you know well from having an faction with him in the past, and Griffin Hawkins, a newer superstar who arrived during the time you were gone, with an impressive record of wins under his belt. How do you feel about stepping into the ring with these men? Two totally differant superstars, from two totally differant eras.

Hostyle Jones : Well, I'm not going to think, I'm just going to fucking do! I know Ryan Apollos and I know that he is a pushover in this sport. Can he have his moments? Of course he can, every dog has his day, but Ryan Apollos has let the fans down time in and time out. Ryan Apollos is still the same Ryan Apollos that entered the IWF. Ryan Apollos is 'the man with the dream'. Too bad he hasn't fully grasp the concept that the man who dreams- 'keeps dreaming'. That's this guys major downfall, and this is why he comes up on the short end of the stick in every big battle that he absolutly needs to win. Apollos, this is one of those battles that you need to win, so bring your A game. As for Griffin Hawkins? I don't know much, but I do know that Hostyle Jones is not going to get pinned by somebody looking like a drag queen! He looks like he belongs in an eightys rock flick, and I think he must have took a wrong turn and still doesn't realise that this is wrestling? Ain't no way, no how, no reason in hell that Griffin Hawkins is going to know what to do in the ring with Hostyle Jones. This time I'm going to dismantle frames, and show the world that I'm not washed up. I'm coming to take my High Impact Championship.

[b]IWF.com : Speaking of the High Impact Championship, how do you feel about the new High Impact Champion, Gordon Fury?

Hostyle Jones : There is not much to think. Right now he is the man with the belt, and the man that has to be beaten. That means that he is the man as of now that I will have to find myself in the ring with to get the strap back. I don't know Gordon Fury, nor do I care about his accomplishments or contributions. Fuck him and everything that he stands for. Straight edge is so over-rated. I could take that belt back with a five blunts and a liter of Jack Daniels in my system. It's the heart that makes a man a man, and I have the heart of a lion, Gordon. Good luck to your reign as the High Impact Champion, and congradulations, but bet your ass sometime in the near future you will be staring across the ring at a challanger for that title, and that challanger will be me!

IWF.com : Well, that concludes our interview. Hostyle, thank you for your time, and thank you for once again letting IWF.com dive into the mind of the Hostile One. We look forward to seeing you in competition at Battlegrounds, and we look forward to seeing where you progess from here. To the IWF universe, this has been an IWF.com exclusive interview. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. Don't forget to check out Battlegrounds this week, and don't forget to call in advance to order IWF Rising Monarchy Live on Pay Per View on January 27th.

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SYCO ANGEL VS HOSTYLE JONES (IWF ISOLATION) -https://insurgencywrestling.forumotion.com/t2766-isolation

BATTLEGROUNDS XL (HARDCORE AT HART) "Marley's abduction" - [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]

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The segment opens with Hostyle Jones standing in his locker room. He is dressed in a forest green "Hostility" Trooper hat, a winter down jacket which is patterned with army fatigue, and a pair of tan stonewashed jeans. Looking up at the camera as he closes the door to his locker, the verbal grenade begins to explode with the only thing that matters most in a promo...

His words...

[b]There's nothing worse then coming home to the bitter taste of defeat. It's a taste that still lingers on the tip of my tounge. Parker Wayde should have been a breeze for me, and I'm not going to blame it on not stepping into a ring in a while, but I know I'm better then this, and when there is everything at stake, a loss is no excuse.

With every federation I roll into, I come with one thing on my mind. I come into every company with the intent to leave behind a legacy. In a business only so big, and brutal- few can do that...

When I first started, I set out to prove that, and I was doing a pretty fucking good job of it too...

Now what, is it suppose to be like a fresh start since I come back, and only see half of the faces I seen in the ring the last time I was in the Insurgency? With all these new faces, I'm suppose to be the underdog, because I didn't set out to do when I first touchdowned? Am I looked at differant, because I dropped the ball, when all I had to do was run with it? Has my pride and dignity gone away, because I drove myself to a relapse and was unaccounted for a period of time?

These are questions I have raised into my thoughts a lot this past week, and I have come up with one response...

HELL FUCKING NO!!

Yeah, I need to prove something to myself, but as for some of this 'new'...

Hostyle Jones uses the hand signal expression of quotation when he says this...

Yea, I said new, so what? Get off my dick!

I mean some of these guys in the IWF roster today, must stupid? The real 'talent' that is here, knows who I am, because- truth be told, the real talent was here on my first go around!

That's what brings me to the first of my opponents in the triple threat match this week...

Ryan Apollos...

You know me well, so there really is only two things I could imagine you did when you got the announcement that I was your opponent?

The first thing that you could have done, was bit your tounge, manned the fuck up, clenched your fists, and said, Hostyle Jones is going to beat my fucking ass, but at least I can give him one hell of a fight. This should have been the proper thing to do? But knowing the typical Ryan Apollos, you probably did the second of the two...

You probably smirked that stupid ass smirk that you present anytime a challange comes your way. Then you probably let it linger in your mind, that you could actually come out with a victory? You can say whatever you want, Apollos, but you and I know the real facts...

You have been here since day one, and you have ALWAYS come up short!

However, that's alright? Me, I got the chance and I made my chance count! I took the fucking belt from The Pretty Boy Assassin. He was the longest reigning champion, but I took that strap right off of his fucking shoulder, not you!

So, how can I be the underdog? Like I said, if you buy into the fact that you're coming out of this matchup at Battlegrounds with the win? Partna' , think again, because you and I both know what I'm capable of. This time I'm bringing the fucking pain. I can not lose again, and to be honest with you- I won't!

I mean, Ryan Apollos?

Yeah, you are noted, but like I said, you're noted as the guy 'who almost did this', or 'almost did that', You're noted for the failures that you have endured, because of how long you have been here. I mean, hell, even Chad Mason won the championship belt! With that said, next week is going to add another slogan to your legacy of failure...

'The 'vetern' who THOUGHT he could beat Hostyle Jones!'

I'm not going to slander you any further though, my man. You slander yourself enough everytime you lace up those boots and step out into the ring.

Now, let's talk about Griffin Hawkins?

Hostyle Jones shugs for a moment, and then sighs in disbeleif...

'A NEW GUY'

That brings me back to what I was saying about these 'new guys'. Griffin Hawkins, it's funny, because- I don't know you, and after this week, I probably won't even remember you, bro. You are a shitstain here in the IWF, and we all know what shitstains do...

THEY STINK!!

I mean, there is no way in hell a guy named Griffin is going to put an asswhooping on Hostyle Jones, that he hasn't endured in the past and survived from. I see no threat when I see your name on the opposite side of mine on the card, because as it has been proven, especially here in the IWF, I have fought better...

Shit, I have beaten better. Don't let my loss to Parker Wayde fool you. Do not buy into the fact that Hostyle Jones is washed up, because the fact is, 'if' that is the truth, then I'm the most dangerous man in that ring during our match. A washed up man is always the one you fear, because he is the one who has nothing to lose, and everything to prove.

So if the IWF talent wants to look at me as washed up, based off of my first match back, then so be it! I will play that hand, and I will come out with the wild card to change to outcome of everyones thinking. I isn't the first time that I have had too, and it certianly will not be the last. People must have forgotten what I have down in the IWF the first time I was here in only the short amount of time that I was present. I think they need a fucking wake up call?

It's alright, because I am handing out ass whoopings these week at Battlegrounds, not just to the young generation, but to the old generation as well.

Hostyle Jone lowers his head in thought for a moment, before he looks back up and continues to let the IWF Universe know exactly how he feels about his opponents.

Like I said, Ryan Apollos?

A lot of talent, but the problem is he goes nowhere in this business. He is like a lost little puppy that slowly walks in circles. I would like to even be able to give him some credit for his lack of popularity in the past months, but to be honest, I can't even say he is a has-been...

I can't say this because in order to be a has-been in this business, you would have 'had' to be something at one point in your career, but like I said, you climb a step and you fall down. It's like the fat man who has been fat all his life that thinks that because he jogs in place that he is going to lose weight...

Hostyle Jones extends his arms out in disbelief and shrugs his shoulders at the camera.

IT AIN'T GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN

Then, like I said- The new guy, Griffin Hawkins. I really don't even know if he is a dude or a chick, because he looks so feminine, but I'm going to break his fucking face open!

I'm all about breaking new faces open and letting their blood stain the ring mat. Someone like Griffin still hasn't hit puberty in his wrestling career. What in the hell makes you think that he can measure up to Hostyle Jones? Someone who has as much pain as me, can't be taken down by somebody who has not contributed.

Hostyle Jones lifts his arm just enough so that the camera can see him raise his fingers with his accomplishments and trademarks. Just to list several...

Last pinned opponent in the Path To Valhalla match last year!

The man to take the High Impact Championship from the longest reigning High Impact Champion to dat in the IWF.

The innovator of the Hand Of God...

The Dr. Kavorkian of the wrestling business...

Sick, twisted, and sinister.

It's all me...

It's all...

Hostyle!!

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They must have forgot, so I guess it's about time that I remind them? Their mind must be [i]'out of shape', so maybe it's time that I 'jog their memory'?

Yea, I guess it is about that time?

Hostyle Jones gives off a sinister smirk, before looking back into the camera with a serious expression on his face.

Enough said...

The camera zooms out to get a better view of Hostyle Jones locker room, before fading to static...

[Off Camera]

This was not a good way to start 2013.

I was hoping to start the new year off good. I'm the holder of the Championship briefcase and I am finally free of Baron Tomson...for good. I thought that I could go out and celebrate, but I got some really disturbing news from home, something that will change things for my family forever...

My Dad got arrested.

I got the call from my older brother Charles and he told me that Dad was caught embezzling from the Children's Charity Foundation and was arrested. It was all over the news and word was that he could be going to jail for a long time. I knew my Father was an ass...but I never expected him to do anything like this. My entire family was going through a tough time and I had to be there. I took the first flight back to L.A. As soon as I rode my harley up to the family Mansion, I saw a few cars up there.

This was not good at all.

I walk into the Mansion and saw a lot of men in suits in the main hall. A few of them are talking with my brother. I make my way over to them, wondering whats going on.

Griffin Hawkins - Hey, whats going on?

Joey Palmer - I'm detective Joey Palmer of the FBI..are you part of the Hawkins family?

Griffin Hawkins - Uh..yes I am, I'm the middle child of the family..Griffin Hawkins. Whats the FBI doing here?

Joey Palmer - Your father Duke Hawkins was caught stealing from a charity, the FBI is investigating the matter and for the time being, freezing your parents assets and account.

Griffin Hawkins - Whoa..the FBI? All he did was steal money from a charity fund, its not that serious..

I couldn't believe I was defending my own Father..

Joey Palmer - I'm afraid this is serious son. Your Father embezzled a lot of money and until his trial the family account and assets will be frozen.

Griffin Hawkins - Is he here right now?

Joey Palmer - Afraid not, he's been taken into custody. He refuses to say anything until his Lawyer arrives.

Griffin Hawkins - ...Is my Mom still here?

Joey Palmer - Yes, she's upstairs.

This was really getting out of control. I slowly make my way upstairs into the hallway. This was really ripping the family apart, I could only imagine how my Mom felt. She had stuck by my Dad no matter what he said or did to her. This would likely change the way she looked at him forever.

I already knew how this would end up.

I slowly make my way into the room on the far end of the hallway. I heard what sounded like crying behind the door. I slowly opened it...peering through the doorway and saw my Mom crying on the other side of the bed with her back turned to me. I slowly walk over to her side.

Griffin Hawkins - ....Mom?

She slowly looked up at me with her tear stained face, a little surprised to see me.

Patrica Hawkins - ...Griffin? What are you doing here?

Griffin Hawkins - Charles told me what happened and I figured I come down and check on you guys.

Patricia Hawkins - That's really sweet of you..

I slowly nod as I sit by her. She wiped her eyes with a tissue.

Griffin Hawkins - Mom..everything is going to be alright..I know it.

Patricia Hawkins - How could he do something like this?...to us?

Griffin Hawkins - I don't know Mom..I really don't know. I don't know what would possess him to steal from a charity..

Patricia Hawkins - That's not it Griffin..

Griffin Hawkins - What do you mean?

She slowly looked down at the floor, I could tell whatever was coming..it would only add more pressure on the family.

Patricia Hawkins - Your Father....was having an affair.

I was floored upon hearing those words come from her mouth. Dad had done a lot of fucked up things, but this had to be the worst.

Griffin Hawkins - ...What?

Patricia Hawkins - It's true..he was seeing another woman behind my back for Months.

Griffin Hawkins - Who is this woman?

Patricia Hawkins - Some College co-ed...about your age.

Griffin Hawkins - How do you know he was having an affair?

Patricia Hawkins - After he was stealing the money on camera..the Police were called and they found him at this restaurant with this girl and they arrested him. When the cops questioned him he said it was his girlfriend. After his bail was posted, I kicked him out of the house and told him I never want to see him again.

I couldn't believe it, after all the hell Dad put her through during their marriage, she finally had enough and kicked him out. In spite of this turmoil...I was proud of her.

Griffin Hakwins - You did the right thing Mom..

Patricia Hawkins - I did?..

Griffin Hawkins - It's..no secret how I feel about him. How he would demean me..come home from work smelling like alcohol and beat me, but my main concern was how he was treating you. I'm just glad you got out while you could..better late than ever as I always say.

Patricia Hawkins - But I don't know whats going to happen to us...Griffin we could lose everything..

She started to cry some more, I wrapped my arms around her for comfort.

Griffin Hawkins - We can get through anything Mom..we've overcome adversity all our lives. This will indeed be a challenge we have to overcome..but we have to do this together.

She continued to cry as I held onto her. Me and my family would be facing the darkest chapter in our lives. I don't know how we'd deal with this..but now is the time for us to be a family and stick together.

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January 5th, 2012, 9:24 PM
Cleavland, Ohio
Holiday Inn

Days later, I was relaxing in my hotel room just thinking about everything going on in my personal and professional life. I had no idea how I was going to handle everything going on. I feel like running away from everything...everyone who keeps hurting me...but I couldn't leave
Tiffani behind to take on everything.

I hate being like this.

Why can't I ever be happy? It feels like someone or something is always there to snatch everything away just when I'm feeling good about myself. I'm tired of all these problems arising. Damn I could really use a drink right about now. I lie on my bed looking up at the ceiling until I get a knock on the door. Hopefully it's Tiffani coming to check up on me. Unfortunately It wasn't who I thought it was. I opened the door and saw it was none other than Corey Bass...the last person I wanted to see.

Griffin Hawkins - You've got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here after what you did to me..

Corey Bass - Look, Griff, I know you're pissed off at me..and you have every right to be..but..

Griffin Hawkins - I don't want to hear it Corey, I'm going through a lot of shit right now, and I don't need to see you.

Corey Bass - I just came here because I thought you needed a friend to talk to...Tiffani told me everything that happened and I just came to see if you're okay like a real friend would...come on man, just let me in.

Griffin Hawkins - No tricks?

Corey Bass - No tricks..you have my word Hawkins.

I sigh and open the door, allowing him to come in. As I shut the door behind him, he takes off his coat.

Griffin Hawkins - You're lucky I'm such a forgiving person..it's a strength and a weakness.

Corey Bass - Everyone has one. So...your old man is going to court?

Griffin Hawkins - Soon..it does not look good against him. He could be going to jail for a long time. Mom is totally devastated. It's all I've been thinking of for the last few days.

Corey Bass - I've got just the thing to take your mind off your problems?

Griffin Hawkins - Oh really?

With a sly smile, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out three rolled joints. I just look at them in the palm of his hands. This is one road that I don't want to go down again.

Corey Bass - A little something I like to call Doobie Snacks..

I quickly push his hand away, I can't believe he'd do this to me..now of all times.

Griffin Hawkins - Dude, have you lost your fucking mind!?

Corey Bass - Relax, it's just a little pot. It's not like the first time you tried this stuff.

Griffin Hawkins - Dude, I keep telling you...I'm off this stuff. Is that the whole reason you came here? Wanting to roll some joints and get high?

Corey Bass - Well that's what we did back in the day when you were stressed about something.

Griffin Hawkins - You are just...unbelievable..I swear to God..

I sigh and turn away from him. I'm completely disgusted with my friend to the point where I can't even look at him.

Corey Bass - Dude..what the fuck is wrong with you? Since when did you become such a damn boy scout all of a sudden?

Griffin Hawkins - You just don't get it do you? This isn't like old times. I make mistakes when I'm with you, I'm done living that lifestyle that you live. If you want to destroy your life, thats fine, but you're not going to drag me down with you.

Corey Bass - Oh so you're all high and mighty now aren't you? You act like you're so much better than me..when deep down inside, you know you're like me, probably even worse. You've done a lot in those days and you can't erase it no matter how hard you try.

Griffin Hawkins - The past is past Corey..I can't change it..but I can move on from it.

Corey Bass - Really now? Does Tiffani know about your old life?

Griffin Hawkins - She already knows about the way I used to be, she's accepted it and she helped put it behind me.

Corey Bass - I'm not talking about some little after school special where everyone learns a valuable lesson..I'm talking about what you did..

I just froze...I had no idea that he still remembered what I had done a long time ago..the people I had hurt, the lives that changed on that fateful night. I was at loss for words..just what he was expecting.

Corey Bass - Ah...so you haven't told her your dirty little secret..

Griffin Hawkins - She doesn't need to know Corey..

Corey Bass - Well if you put your past behind you..why can't you admit it to her? Are you having trouble?...Maybe I could help her out...

He slowly went towards the door, I had to stop him. I grab him by the jacket and pin him to the wall.

Griffin Hawkins - You tell her anything..and I swear to God..

Corey Bass - What are you going to do Hawkins?...I know everything...

I can't believe this asshole is blackmailing me. I want to rip his throat out..but I have no choice, he has me over a barrel. I glare at him as I slowly let go.

Griffin Hawkins - ...What do you want?

Corey Bass - Just one night..a night where we turn back the clock and relive everything. Back when we didn't give a damn about anyone or anything..back to a time where it was nothing but sex..drugs..and rock and roll. You remember right? The all night parties...oh..wait you don't...but anyways all I ask is one night, or I could always tell your bedtime story to Tiffani..

Griffin Hawkins - Alright Alright!....I'll do it.

He just smiled, patting me on the shoulder.

Corey Bass - I'm doing this for you Griffin...remember that. In the meantime, get some sleep.

He walks out and shuts the door. I was so angered I grab a vase and toss it against the wall, shattering it. As if things with my family wasn't bad enough...I could lose Tiffani as well if I didn't do what Corey said. I sit on the bed and bury my face in my arms, completely upset. I may end up doing something I won't be able to come back from.

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[On Camera]



Cameras come to a familiar place..a place I am quite familiar with, The Rock and Roll hall of Fame Museum. I had taken Tiffani here once and quite frankly, she had the time of her life. The camera man catches me walking by the guitars in true rock and roll garb, A Black Leather Jacket with a black T-Shirt that reads "Slut" under it and Black Leather Pants. The camera man can see himself in my silver Aviator Sunglasses. I smile before beginning.

"Ah, here we are...The Rock and Roll hall of fame! A favorite place of mine and the only place someone like me can fit in. Many famous bands have been inducted into the Hall of Fame, The Rolling Stones, Queen, AC/DC The Doors...and far more to mention. All these bands have carved their niche in Rock and Roll history...just like I want to carve my niche in IWF history. I came one step closer to it by winning the World Championship Briefcase. And in 2013, my goal is to become the World Heavyweight Champion. I set the world on fire in 2012...there's no telling whats to come in 2013. And to start off this head banging tour...I face an old enemy Ryan Apollos..and a man I have never faced in my career...Hostyle Jones."

I take a cigarette out of my jacket and put it in my mouth, lighting it up. Two people who want to start 2013 off right...and they have to get through me.

"Lets start off with the first guy in this match. Mister Hostyle Jones. I don't really know much about this guy other than the fact that he is a huge mark for himself. But I saw his little interview...I dunno why..I was bored...and apparently he said that I was....New. Wow...he really hasn't been watching IWF much has he? Because if he did..he'd know that the people I've beaten..the briefcase I've won..I'm not just some new kid on the block. You see Hostyle..as much as you like to play it up like I'm some rookie living off his 15 minutes of fame. You couldn't be any wrong jack. Because I have been in this business for a decade..and I made chumps like you famous when they thought that they could bowl through me like I'm nothing. I also find it strange that you of all people are ripping on me for how I look. I mean..suddenly a guy who paints himself with more makeup than all the women in IWF combined is harping on how I look? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.."

The dude was a total hypocrite...its so easy to rip on this guy..

"You actually say I look feminine..when you look like the ugliest woman I ever seen? Before you hurl insults at me dude, you might want to take a look in the mirror first. But this isn't about looks Hostyle, this is about making an impact in 2013..something we both are looking to do. You said that I won't know what to do when I get in the ring with you...you know who was the last person who said that was?...Ethan Cage. The same man who held this briefcase here. He said the same thing you said and all that good shit...do you know what happened?...I kicked the living shit out of him..just like I plan on doing to you. Because there is nothing you said that sounds different to me at all. You act like you're the be all end all of IWF when you can't even secure a victory over Parker Wayde..a gutless little shit who wouldn't be anything without The Empire. If anything kid, you need to study me..and study me good. Because I'm coming to bust your ass up like a looter in a riot."

I didn't even know this guy and I hated him already...

"You say the same thing every time. What do shit stains do? They stink. What? Noo really? You're talking about shit stains when you look like someone took a massive dump on your face. Seriously..whoever is writing your schtick needs to work on some better comebacks. You say you've fought better and beaten better than me. If that was the case..you wouldn't be struggling to get a win for yourself. No one is calling you a washed up has been but you. Maybe you're the one who thinks that you're not going to make it here in IWF. You like to play it up that people everywhere are talking about how you just don't have it. Well it seems the only person saying it...is the voices in your head. So if you want to prove to yourself you still got it, bring your A Game..because I'm rolling into Cleavland on a mission to make 2013 an unforgettable year."

I take out the cig and stomp it out with my foot.

"Seeing as we're in the city of rock and roll...you seem to remind me of another band. Generation X...those who don't know who they are, here's the skinny. Generation X were a British Band who were doing so well their first time around. But as the years went by..they became more and more irrelevant. They were viewed as a one hit wonder. That's how I see you Hostyle. That's why you got all this arrogance, giving yourself a verbal blow job about how great you are..because no one else is going to say it for you. You've become the one thing you hate...and the one thing that you fear. You've become irrelevant. The two of us are going to clash in that very ring..and nobody knows who's going to get their hands raised. One thing's for sure Jones...somebody's gonna get rocked."

I turn around, looking at the building. The Camera man can see the guitar strapped to my back.
After I tie my hair in a ponytail, I begin with the next spiel.

"And then we have my old buddy..Ryan Apollos. He too hasn't had his share of good luck lately. In fact it was me who beat him at Pick Your Poison for this briefcase. And now he wants to start 2013 off the right way with a victory over me. But in the immortal words of another band, You've got another thing coming. You see Ryan, i've beaten you before. I got you all figured out. You seem to think you should be handed things that you don't deserve. A long time ago you went barging into management office demanding that you become the number one contender. You probably think you deserve this briefcase. Whether you think so or not..at Pick Your Poison..who was it that walked out of there with it?"

I pointed to myself with my gloved hand.

"That's right...me. And now..here we meet on the first Battle Grounds of 2013. My career is on the way to the top, while yours is plummeting faster than that a fat guy off a cliff.
I've proven before that I can beat you...and I'll do it again. I just hope this long streak of bad luck ends soon, because everyone thinks you're a joke now. When was the last time you got a big win for yourself? The new Superstars of IWF have passed you by Ryan...maybe it's time you spare yourself the humiliation and ride off into the sunset. Otherwise...its best you don't show up for Battle Grounds."

Beating him again would put me on the map.

"I don't just talk it Ryan, I walk it. Some say I'm arrogant, some say I'm insolent. Hell, I probably got the biggest mouth in the IWF locker room. But I got the tools to back up my big mouth. On many occasions I proved that I am indeed one of the fastest rising stars in IWF and possibly the future of this company. I never been in a Hawk's Nest Match..but that didn't stop me from beating you and staking my claim as one of the best in Insurgency. This is your chance to make it up..this is your chance to start off the new year right.."

I slowly turn away from the camera.

[color=red]"2012 was the year of the Rock Soldier. Now 2013...will be bigger than 2012. It doesn't matter if you're Ryan Apollos or Hostyle Jones, if you run into me...your problems will just continue. You're looking at a future IWF World Heavyweight Champion..and on Battle Grounds...the whole world is going to know why. In the city of Rock and Roll, somebody is going to be singing the blues."[/color

I walk away as the camera fades to a commercial.