We've been here before. Preparing to face one another. The only difference? you were my second match and I still brought you to a draw. What does that tell you Violent A? Look at me now. Do you honestly think that you even stand a chance against me? I've gone from the new guy to being the KING.

But I'll give you some credit.

You beat Champion, and then won the title. Man, you are just amazing. No wait, no you're not. Your redundant, lame, old. Your promos don't change from week to week. The same shit talking every god damn promo. Take a page from my book and get creative. The buzz around the locker room is that you're talented. Which matches are they watching? You don't impress me at all. In fact, I think my little brother would give you a challenge; and he's half the athlete I am.

It's simple.

Your reign as champion, for the most part, is over. Hate to burst your bubble, but it's gotta be done. It's sickening watching you carry around such a prestigious title. I don't know how we're rated five stars when you are the face of the fed. Put on your coverall, and put on your eye shadow. God you disgust me.

I beat Rick Majors. I beat Dazz.

See that? I beat legends. So why would anyone think I couldn't beat you? I think it's eays to see. Plain as daylight if you ask me. Christ you had a chance to use my face to wipe the mat. But I still owned you. What did you have to do, get us counted out? Funny. You couldn't match me in the ring, so why not atleast get a draw out of it. It still doesn't matter. I'm on my way to beating any and every legend whoever graced the NLCW ring. Can you say best wrestler ever? No you can't; but I can.

Your name is already tainted.

When your name is mentioned in a match, no one worries about facing you. Your name doesn't strike fear in anyone. Instead, they know you're beatable. No one goes in facing you thinking they're gonna lose. They know there is a ninety percent chance they're gonna win, and a ten percent chance that you might get lucky. I mean that's how you beat Champion right?

Oh burn.

But seriously A, you don't bring a threat to the ring. Hell congrats on the championship. Congrats on even making it big time. Do you deserve to be there? But every dog has his day right? Even that shitty one. But me, I do strike fear. I'm the guy that makes their opponents nervous. Not only do I beat them in the ring, I beat them verbally. Just like I'm doing to you. But feel free to use this shoot against me. It's the only chance you've got to try and hate on me right?

Try and use my promo to your advantage, you uncreative prick. In the end, I'm the one with my hand raised, holding a victory over your head. I'm always going to be that one better than you, because I simply am. Your reign is over.

Tie those boots real tight.

You're about to get your ass handed to you.