A tried to bury this deep in the depths of the OPW video vault. Way under the shit that Hydro was cutting before Ichiro was wading through the lakes and streams of 'Leon's shit.

What am I doing, sending this to OPW at...

Stein looks to his watch.

Five fifty-six on July 8th, 2006? Why is Dan Stein, the man that split from OPW to go to SHOOT Project, then came back only to go to TTW... what am I doing here?

What the fuck are you doing here? Wrestling. Making a living. Enjoying getting money for what you do best. Putting on a show for the thousands - and thousands - of the most... EXXTREEEME wrestling federations this side of the Mason-Dixon line.

I'm here to do what I do best.

Wine 'em.

Dine 'em.

And... put 'em in submission holds so painful their mothers feel it.

Since TTW closed, I've been in LEGACY, PHW and CWA. Testing my luck in the indy feds. Enjoying life after 20.

You opened this thinking it was someone else, I'm sure.

You didn't know who sent in this unmarked video.

When you opened it, you smiled.

Grinned.

And sat back in your chair. You know what this means. You know what I am.

Sky.
High.
Champ.
And I'm destined for more.

Elliot Landry. Marc Stanton... even you Mike Dexter.

All of you want... claim... to be the best lightweight to bless the mat with your presence. Mike, I beat you. Stanton... heh... if you can keep your head on straight... you're still half the man you used to be.

ALL. Of you know of me.

ALL. Of you know what I've done.

ALL. Of you wonder what I'm going to accomplish now.

You took away the Atlantic Coast Championship. You got rid of the trash that made it famous.

Now it's time for Dan Stein to get what's rightfully.

Fucking.

His.

And there is nothing.

Anyone.

Can do about it.

Lights out.

Goeren, give Taylor a kiss for me.

Stein smirks.