time: thursday morning

day: july tenth

place: bailey's bay, bermuda; engel residence.

(I'm excited for this week. Not only for my match, but for the surprise I will unleash on the world. It's going to be interesting, stay tuned. I hit record on the camera, a beer to my right.)

Matthew Engel:"The truth is I wanted you in the right state of mind and physically in one piece for our match. I allowed you to attack us for a few weeks, and I didn't take it upon myself to turn you into a serial killer victim. I didn't let my group tear you apart, and leave your lifeless body in the ring like before. I did something different. I let it happen, I let the insignifcant attacks occur. I let you walk away, because of how important this match is to me. If you can't understand that, then go fuck yourself."

(I take a sip.)

Matthew Engel: "I have my reasons, Jamie. Excuse me for trying to add some sophistication to this barbaric group. I never claimed to be Styx, Jamie Williams, or Angel. Those men would've gladly knocked out your teeth and made you beg for their mercy. Or maybe they would've hung you in a back locker room and not regretted it a single moment. 

I am not them. You know this, and Darren knows this. People need to get off this whole 'death and destruction' motif because this current Masters doesn't preach that. We preach skill, and we preach glory. For better or for worse, this is what we're trying to achieve. Dominance. People will fear our talent and unmatched glory, not our thirst for blood and violence. This isn't two thousand two anymore.

But, since you're simply begging for it, if you'd like me to walk to the ring with a Hurt Styk, turn you into a blood fucking popsicle, and then drag you out of the arena and lock you up in some abandoned warehouse somewhere, I will gladly do so. If that's what you really want, the death and destruction, just say so. I would have no problem sowing your mouth shut, tying you to a chair, and having one of my many unknowns beat the hell out of you until you looked like a giant Buffalo Bill jersey. All red and blue.

Oh, and a complete loser."

(A quiet chuckle.)

Matthew Engel:"I guess I should learn to take heavy, heavy criticism for moving an organization in a different direction. A direction not bent on killing people, destroying careers, and torturing innocent people. When I talk about people fearing us, I don't mean the same fear you would have from a terrorist or a mass murderer. I mean the fear you would have from someone who is better than you in so many ways. A fear of someone who can dominate you in a sport, and it scares you just how good they are. That's a different kind of fear.

When I talk about domination, I talk about our group trying to establish a force to be reckoned with. I've started my incline up the ladder in the PWA, and managed to capture the Intercontinental Title. It won't be long before I capture the World Title. People will begin to realize just how great we are. And who's we? People laugh at the fact that I am the only active member. While this may be true, recruiting has proved to be a difficult task, but not an impossible one.

We have members, and only a few are wrestling-capable. It's going to take time, it's going to take sacrifice, and it's going to take everything we have. Something this great isn't meant to be accomplished to easily. It's meant to be accomplished with severe difficulty and heavy resistance. I have felt both of those, and I will persevere. My men have felt both of those, and they will perservere. You can try and twist my words, Jamie, and suit them to your own inadaquecies. You can judge me horribly for trying to take an organization in a different direction, but that won't stop us. You won't stop us. Win or lose, we are going to continue to grow. We are going to continue to get better and better.

But I find it ironic that while I preach about glory and talent, not killing and torture, I've recently had a chance to exact revenge on a certain individual. I indulged myself in this situation and took it by the horns. It's a little surprise I'll have for you all, probably right before our match. It should be exciting to watch. People may call me a hypocrite, but at least this individual won't be innocent. He'll be paying for his crimes against my family and the Masters. You can call it justice, hypocrisy, or whatever you want. It's going to happen whether you like it or not, and hopefully it will make others take us more seriously."

(I stare into the camera with determination.)

Matthew Engel:"Maybe you'll take us more seriously, Jamie, if I were to show up with that Hurt Styk. Like I said, say the word... and I'll make it happen. Just because I refuse to flash my power week in and week out and refuse to leave people's lives and careers hanging in the balance, doesn't mean I can't. You act like I don't have control, that I'm just a patsy. As cliche as it sounds, I snap my fingers and you're eating out of a tube for the rest of your life. Do you think I'm kidding? Do you think this is a game for your personal amusement?

This is no laughing matter. You're wrestling me this Friday because I simply have allowed you to. I have allowed you to carry on without much punishment, and Friday, everything comes full circle. I will gladly punish you myself, and I will make you bleed. I will break bones in your body and make you scream for everything to stop. If I don't hear the word 'Stop' come out of your mouth at least one time on Friday, I haven't done my job. My goal is to make you wish the Masters had killed you back in March.

Don't take my admiration for you as a competitor as a sign of weakness. Don't take my resistance to flex my power at every turn as a sign of weakness as well. Take my willpower not to do such things and try to take this group in a different direction as a sign of intelligence and strength.

And don't dance around the obvious, Jamie. I came out and told you that you were one of the few competitors left here in the PWA that could possibly challenge me in the ring, and take me beyond any limits I thought I had. I hold your talent high, but that's about where it ends. I could care less about win or loss records... I could care less about who thinks they deserve it and why. I'm the fucking champion the last time I checked, and I made that call. Sure, you bursted onto the scene with your vague commentary about what happened between us and you issued me a challenge, but I knew right then and there we were going to be fighting. I told my brother that night, 'Make it happen', and he has.

No matter what, every competitor wants to meet his equal or better in competition and see if he or she can beat him or her. It's one of few things that you and I can agree on and share, our desire for better competition. We strive when we're pushed to our limits, and when the pressure is on, we find ourselves at the top of our game -- or beyond. I saw that in you, and I saw the best match I've ever been apart of.

But hey, instead of taking it as a compliment and trying to be grateful, you throw some elementary bullshit back in my face. Talk about classy. 'Nu uh, I used you'? What the fuck are you talking about? As far as everyone else was concerned, you were dead or forgotten about. You randomly appear, with some half-assed plan, and you expected to get all the praise for it? Bullshit. I need you, you need me. You claimed to have used me to elevate yourself to the near top of the PWA in a matter of weeks. Good for you.

I'm setting an example with you. When I defeat you and keep my Intercontinental Title, I will add another name to the list that's growing. List of men who suffered at my hands, despite their tremendous abilities and exceeding potential. You fit the bill, Jamie, and when I destroy you in just a few short days, everyone is going to be reaffirmed just who one of the best wrestlers is now-a-days.

Two huge marquee match-ups, back to back... I faced Nightmare at Retribution, and now you at A Farewell to Arms. Suddenly, the MoA is to be taken seriously again. In the grand scheme of things, when I defeat you, it will not only reaffirm that I am a great wrestler, but it will reaffirm that the Masters are a force to be reckoned with.

And it will keep my pay-per-view undefeated streak going, but that's another matter."

(I clear my throat.)

Matthew Engel:"I hope to believe you'll give me a great match and a great run at my title, but I'm beginning to think more and more you won't be enough.

Funny, it seems it's never enough. You know, I think about it sometimes. Leaving this, and just disappearing. I'd never be heard from again, but I can't help it. I love the attention, and I love the spotlight. I love being on the tip of everyone's tongue, and I love it when young guys like yourself believe you can move mountains. This is a mountain that can't be moved, not by you, not by anyone. Incompetent leader with no self-respect, you've got to be kidding me.

How about a pesky deviant with no fucking future? Does that spell out who you are, motherfucker?

Or wait, even better. If your life had a title, would it be 'I had my career ended twice by the same fucking person.' Not Disney enough?

You might not be blaming me for what happened, but I'm close to taking the responsibility for it. After all, I did break your head open with a two-by-four and on Friday I'd be more than happy to do it again.

I do not forgive.

I do not forget.

Get ready."

(Fade.)