Stein shrugged his shoulders.

Dan Stein: “What has this place become? Back in my day here, the days of Ray Willmott and Cade Sydal, this place had wrestling TALENT. Not big burly men that can lift heavy things and do bad things to people. Back when the Atlantic Coast Championship, the Pure Wrestling title was still around and – gasp! - it meant something to the people. But, that was before the days of web camming and Greyson Blade tickling Azraith's balls. ”

Stein sighed.

Dan Stein: “Maybe that's all this place is. People tickling each other testicles, showing their jollies on web cams and eating bloody meat. Cavemen, I tell you. Cavemen. Long gone are the days of competitive wrestling, now it's just a fight to one up each other. Azraith hangs Akira, Kenji kills Ledge's wife. Azrael Goeren offers Damien Roy a cigarette, Aeolus Wrath pisses on his fathers grave. What the fuck are you showing kids around the world.

“What happened to the days of The Kings Row? When did OPW stop giving a fuck about wrestling and concentrated on letting people show off how big their wangs are compared to other peoples'? Long gone are the days when the fans marked out for a match that lasted longer than thirty minutes. I recall an Iron Man match that was dubbed Match of the Year.

What happened to that! What happened, OPW? What happened? I'll tell you what happened. Cade and OutKast left, Dave Hawkins and Cronos Diamante retired, Temujin vacated, and Del Carver left for home. The place lost its heroes. The fans lost their mark-out-players. They lost the money-makers, so Craig Carson decided to take this in a new direction... a direction towards the hardcore.

The exact opposite direction that OPW was meant to be taken when Dave Dymond first founded the company, back before the Goeren funded Battlegrounds was built. Back before Adam Davis left for SHOOT Project, came back as Derek Ruth and won the OPW Championship. Back before Goeren ever fucked with Cyrus O'Haire's head, way back before Evan Roy was imprisoned.”

Stein sighed.

Dan Stein: “This is what OPW has become? These fights? These stable wars? TRUTH/Syndicate, Dynasty/Outlaws... that's what OPW has boiled down to?”

Stein shook his head. As he continued to shake it, a chuckle began to build in his throat, becoming louder and louder until finally he broke out in laughter.

Dan Stein: “I love it! I absolutely love it! Davis is champion, Kenji is a shell of his former self, and Azraith DeMitri is fighting a ghost from his past.”

Stein's laughter stopped, and he stared deep into the camera. Dan Stein: “The one thing I don't like – Greyson - ? Is how you think you can just show up out of no where on Showdown 100 and expect to welcomed back with open arms. How you think you're the one that OPW fans loved... adored...

Hey, everyone. Is it just me, or am I the only one that remembers Greyson LEAVING OPW because he wouldn't take a pay cut?

Or that he's wrestling in LEGACY now, taking fake titles from Marcus Marion, who had such a stellar career in OPW before return to LEGACY with his tail between his legs?”

Stein shook his head.

Dan Stein: “Oh... but you did do something that I can't make a mockery of. You did beat me, didn't you, Grandpa? So you did. You beat me like the punk kid you said I was. Congratulations, pops. Maybe you're not as delusional as I thought you were. You still have some fight left in you, don't you.”

Stein ran a hand through his blonde hair, a black MMA glove over his fingers.

Dan Stein: “You think that's going to stop me from coming after you. From proving to you – and the fans – what you have become. What you are? What you said you'd never be?

How Heartless you truly... aren't?

Fuck that, Greyson. Fuck you if you think I would. Fuck you if you think I'd ever stop gunning for you, even after I take that fucking title from your hands, piss on it like Dropkick Murphy, God rest his fucking soul, and hand it back to you like it meant nothing to me.

Don't stop, Greyson. Keep on walking. I'll follow you everywhere you go.

Every place you eat.

Every whore you fuck.

I'll be there. In there. Fucking her right along with you. Until you realize, Greyson, just what you are.

What you've become.

No threats. No promise. That's a pact. To a hero... from a fan.

One who wants his money back.

Testify.”