You see, Frank? It's not so much that you can't beat me... it's just that, well, you can't beat me. I'm not going to lie to you: the fans are against you, I'll be against you, and to top that my will and sheer drive to make it to When World's Collide and win that title is also standing tall against you.

You're the underdog, Frank... Goliath has become the underdog, and David's standing tall.

You've got size on me, Frank, and you've got NLCW experience to boot... but I've already received a handful of wins against you. I've already proven myself the superior opponent and, though you do still stand a chance to take me down... I've also proven how highly doubtful that chance really is.

Ethan Andrews has fallen.

Frank Merritt will fall again.

The final piece to my little puzzle draws closer to my palm with every passing day. Oh yes, a black rain will fall from the sky and try to black out all my dreams of becoming champion again and, yes, I'll have the fight of my life to go through if I want those dreams to come true.

But I'm ready.

We're all ready for the change, for the worthy champ to rise to the throne again. For someone who's prepared to do everything necessary to make that title shine like a diamond to step up, drop the clown, and raise the banner high for the NLCW.

I don't care what it takes. I don't give a shit if I have to bury Frank Merritt 6 feet under my own two feet. I don't care if Ethan Andrews rises again to be toppled again. I don't care if Kevin-fuckin'-Rider comes flying in on the Batmobile and tries to run me down... I'm GOING to do what I believe I can do.

I believe I can beat you, A... I believe I've already beaten Merritt, and I believe a new champion is on his way.