Ya know Frank… I have to say you sure do have a way with words. A way of taking even the simplest comment or insult and have it come out like something a teenager would say. You can sit there and try to convince to the world that throughout that Valor title match you had last week, that you knew you’d win it all, and that them controlling the match for the most part was part of your plan but I don’t buy that. You got lucky plan and simple, if you want to sit back and pretend it was your genius you go right ahead, but the term genius and you don’t go well in a sentence together. Unless the sentence is Frank Murdoch is not a genius, That’s about the only time your name and that word ever mix. Go ahead though act as if beating a glorified stuntman and as you would say some sexually frustrated spider, is an accomplishment. It’s not though Frank, in fact to a guy like me it means next to nothing, do you think I care that you beat a couple of lower level competitors? Nope I don’t care at all, I mean for godsakes kid, you just won the Valor Championship, you might as well pull on a dress, blow kisses for the camera, because that Valor Championship is about as credible as the WWE Women’s Championship. It’s not like you need any talent to win that belt, case and point that’s why you’re the champion. Out of the three of you curtain jerkers, you were the best one on that night. You must be so proud!

I bet your flipping through the phone book, calling random houses and talking to anyone that will listen about your great victory and how great it is in your mind anyway to be the Valor Champion. I’m sure the second you won that belt you called your best friends and told them you won, I’m sure they told everyone they know, and then you went onto the TV and bragged about how great you are for winning that belt… So basically you can total up the friends you told, the friends that your friends told, and all the people that watched your latest promo and my god, I’m sure those ten people are just thrilled you a belt with a big V on it. For being the best curtain jerker, good for you. Quite frankly though, your looking at that belt as a status symbol, well let me ask you this … where was your match on the card? Oh right .. the show opener, and where was my match? Pfft, that’s right the final match before the main event. Looks like despite your futile attempts at proving you’re a big shot, even with your little Valor Championship, compared to me… You ain’t shit.

So don’t even pretend like you actually belong to wrestle in the same damn ring as me. I’m so much better right now in my rookie year, then you will be by the time your career is done. You can stand there next to Felicia and flap your gums all you want, trying to talk tough, like your important – like you really mean something, but there’s only one place where you mean something, and it’s the same place where being Valor Champion means something in your own little mind and in the small group that start the shows off. Do you think your little high school level jokes and things mean anything, I mean I had to sit there and try not change the channel just to see if you’d say something actually worth while. Didn’t happen in the first half of your promo that’s for sure.

All I heard was unearned self hype, a strange fantasy you seem to have with this black widow. In light of her as you bothered to talk about feminine problem, yet it still seems you none the less keep hoping that your little high school attitude of, I bet if I make fun of her a little or, toss something at her, it’ll mean I like her… maybe then she’ll notice me. I hate to break it to you but nobody found that rant funny. It seemed like filler as if you just said to yourself I need something to fill up the ten minutes of air time I booked. Congratulations your ramblings filled the time alright and, showed me exactly why I’m going to be kicking your teeth down your throat, so you can chew on your own ass, just for wasting my time.

I don’t take kindly to people who waste my time Frank. Especially when it comes from a little bitch like you, who thinks just because you’ve done something that seems good to those at the bottom of the rankings that, that makes you somehow better then me. If you believe that then your stupider then your old wrestling name. And KonKrete Kid, is pretty damn stupid it’s right up there with “Sparkplug” Holly. Oh yeah I went there, it seems to me though, you’ll do anything for attention, like keep bringing up how, Nick mentioned the whole KKK thing. To be honest I think your rather proud of that little bit of controversy you keep bringing it up, just praying that someone will remember you. Lord knows despite what you think, nobody is going to remember who the first eWo jobber belt – nobody will care about any name associated with the Valor Championship.

I hate to burst your bubble but Cody Clark created that belt to give the losers something to do. It was to keep you lower card assholes happy, while the real main events and even mid carders kept the show moving forward. That Valor belt was just a way to give the baby his bottle. With the Valor belt in place it’s like giving the lower card a tit to suck on. IT damn sure shut you up. You’re all up on the top of the jobber hill, thinking you’re the coolest thing ever. But your not, no amount of high school level comments like “IS this Dr. Phil” are going to make you look more confident, more laid back or look like you actually deserve to get in the same ring as me.

You can say that it doesn’t matter what I did in the past and that I don’t matter. However the fact of the matter is that come Sunday night when we step in the ring on Violence, and you look across the ring at me, then you will notice that your not on my level. You don’t deserve to even have a shot at possibly going to hell and back to face off for the World Title. I’ll prove that to you Frank, mark my words, you can hide behind your little jokes and insults. You can pretend that I won’t be remembered but do you really think you’ll be remembered? Please, If anything I will be the only one remembered, ya see Frank, it’s not about who won a title the first show, it’s not about who became the first Valor champion in history here. The only thing that matters to me is going to Hell and Back and wrestling once again for the World Heavyweight Championship.

That will become a reality on Violence this week, when I beat you in that second fall. Will I win the first fall? If I want to then yes… if not then you’ll win… but I have a feeling I’m going to let you have the first fall. That’s right I said it I don’t want your precious Jobber Belt. I have no need for it… no want for it. So don’t worry about your belt Frank, you can keep that piece of shit. I got a much more important title to go after and bigger fish to fry then you. Sorry to burst your bubble kid, but if anyone is going to be remembered not just in eWo but in a historical context then it’s going to be me. I’ve probably got the more important accolades, the better track record and most importantly I’ve wrestled a World Title match already and I’m about to do so a second time, and all this in my rookie year. So why don’t you stop looking at the reflection of yourself in that Valor championship of yours, and look at the big picture instead of just the world of the jobber.

Because the big world outside of your jobber status is dark and scary my friend, You don’t belong in the big leagues. You want to knock on what I’ve done, but hell to my knowledge at least I’ve had a shot at the World Championship, in my rookie year no less. But ah how many world title chances have you had? I’ll say none, because if you ever had even a shot at the world title, you wouldn’t be fine with opening the card. You wouldn’t be content with just the Valor Championship. You don’t know what that’s like though because you are and always have been nothing more then a jobber.

But your going to get that two pins over me and sweep me in this match. HAHAHAHA! Oh my god that’s rich, really it is. Oh ya your going to beat me, as if. But you were partly right, just concentrate on holding that Valor championship, because it’s the only thing “meaningful” you’ll ever hold here in eWo. Don’t worry at all about losing your title, because I will only take what I want, and while a clean two fall sweep would be fun, I wouldn’t want my name to even be associated with the Valor championship. So even if I happen to win that belt, I’ll just walk backstage with it and toss it in the first garbage can I find. – So that’s where you can pull it out from, and put it back on your shoulder, don’t forget to kiss it first though. After all it’s just so important and if you don’t have the Valor belt then you’re a nobody right? Or at least that seems to be what you want us to believe.

That’s not the case, and just like when I pin you shoulders to the mat, once for sure to go onto the main event, and possible the first time as well, just to make you feel great embarrassment, too lose it in your first defense. Well that might be a big deal in your world, but in my world, the world of the main eventer’s, even holding that belt – ya that one you so proudly have on your shoulder, that Valor Championship is an embarrassment. That’s just the difference between you and me, You think the Valor belt is great, I know it sucks, you think you can win, I know I can win. You think your going to Hell and Back to compete for the World Title. I know I’m going to Hell and Back to compete for the World Title. I’m obsessed with being the best of the best, your obsessed with at least having a belt, even if it stands for being out of all the low card dime a dozen wrestlers, you’re the best of that group of losers.

Bottom line, I will walk out with the World Title shot, and depending on whether or not I allow it, you just might… just might still be Valor champion. This is your shot to step up… you’ve tried to but I’ll be the first to send you right back down to opening the show. Make no mistake about it, the only reason your in the main event, is because of me. I’ll be damned if I’m going to carry you through this match though. I’m just going to go out there, out think, out perform and out wrestle you. Showing once and for all while I’m the guy to watch, and why any other time aside from when your in the ring with me, that you’re the guy that wrestles in the match where people say ‘It’s time for a piss break.”

This is my Affliction Frank Murdoch, KonKrete Kid – Valor Champ… Jobber.. whatever you want to classify yourself as. It all points to one thing. Me setting the trend that you try so hard to follow but never can. I will give you a fall from greatness on Sunday. This is your big chance kid, to be in the main event and you blew it. I’m sending you right back where you came from. Down in the depths of jobber ville. All praying that there Valor will amount to something. Which clearly won’t since your that levels champion. I hope you suck all that spotlight in that you’ll be leaching off from me for that night, because in the end, that taste of the main event will turn sour, and you’ll realize that there was no true spotlight or shining moment for you. It will just have been the spotlight reflecting off my sunglasses and into your face. For my future is so bright I have to wear shades.

I have more important things to take care of now, so you can go back to playing the ‘big time’ champion Frank. For on Sunday, things will become crystal clear. I will continue to leave a profound mark as my career progresses and you, you’ll just leave a stain. A jobber of a stain.

Go back to pretending you mean something Frank, to where your mother never lied to you, to where your father loves you… to where you have a wife and kids… and a little white picket fence around your cookie cutter house, and where the Valor Championship means something, you might as well since your living in a fantasy world anyway… I mean you think the belt you have means something and you think you can beat me. That is all pretend Frank… hope for those things all you want because when Sunday rolls around.

You will learn that by making those cheap high school jokes, and thinking you were actually on my level will give you the edge and keep you save. Well Frank, when the bell rings and our matches begins you will realize that fantasy will never come true that this is reality. That you are full of shit and you will learn your not only not in my league but your not in the league below me. When that bell rings you’ll snap from your day dream and it will become clear to you that, just when you thought it was safe, you realized – YOU WERE WRONG.