Ryan Apollos [vs.] Alexander Remington

A camera begins recording before it is picked up to show Ryan Apollos.

"I don't know why I decided to do this again. I already told you fools, I despise speaking to the sheep. Why should I have to pander to the morons of this world that demand I do this or that. Why should I have to listen to the corrupt people of this world like there's no other reason to do so."

Apollos smirks as he chuckles a little.

"You know it's funny, I question why I should speak to all these cretins who don't care about my opinion. And yet, here I am, for the second week in a row. For all my complaints about how pointless these things are, I still go and do them just to shut you guys up."

Apollos fixes the hat on his head and looks at the ceiling.

"And then there's the ridiculous insults. 'Oh Ryan what have you done', 'Oh Ryan you aren't that interesting', 'Oh Ryan you're a joke', 'Oh Ryan you're worthless'. There's just no end, what the hell do I have to do to get my point across? Who cares if you guys think I'm nothing. I've been less than nothing but I've soldiered on. If I didn't have the balls, I wouldn't be standing here today, hell I bet I'd be dead if I didn't suck it up and pushed forward. How many times must I deal with the bullshit of the people who think they know who I am without ever really knowing me."

Ryan sighs and smiles before placing the camera on a table.

"Alex, I understand that you specifically requested this match. I don't mind actually. It's actually quite flattering to know someone like the 'almighty' IWF Champion Alexander Remington is willing to make time in his busy schedule to fight little old me. But the only thing I wonder is, what is the need to have Corey Casey be your male escort for the evening? Didn't you just bring in some little girl named Tiffani Michaels, now that's a better piece of arm candy to be bringing you out to the ring."

Apollos sits down in a nearby chair.

"Regardless of who has to lead you out here like a child. There shouldn't be a need for you to require the aid of your little boy band buddies, right? This should be handled like two guys who want to kick the crap out of one another. By the end of the night it's gonna be a nightmare for one of us, and let me ensure you, it's gonna be just that for you, a damn nightmare."

Apollos walks up to the camera and picks it up.

"I'm coming for you."

The camera feed cuts out and turns to static.