...and retard abound...
* Kin Hiroshi sits in the middle of the ring in London, awaiting his match with Johnny Styles. The ring crew is still setting up, and Kin watches Styles latest promo on a nearby television, set up for the Spanish commentators. Kin shakes his head in shame. *
KIN HIROSHI: Styles, you just don't get it do you? No one seems to get it. When it comes to Aho, how did I ride on his coattails? Huh? I wrestled him, and beat him. Then I went to CSWA to sign a contract there. That's like accussing Aho of riding Eddy Love's coattails. Everyone here are morons. Riding coattails is that they helped me along, built me up to stand on my own while watching my back. Did that happen with Aho? No, the man rejected me. If I rode anyone's coattails to where I am, it's Eddy Love's. The man built SSN with Marcus Gottfried, and I came along to join one of the most dominant stables in EWI.
Styles, you wanna say that I lost my championship to a stoner. Yeah, I did, but not because I am less of a wrestler, it's because you are a bigger d*ck than I gave you initial credit for. Sure, you do have SOME wrestling ability. Hell, if pigs fly you might make me sweat, but GXW has given contracts to the biggest retards known: Black Death Devil Mastr, Wassup, you. It doesn't take strong wrestling to get a contract here. However, it takes WAY more than just wrestling talent to headline an event. A couple guys here have what it takes, I have what it takes, but my mom and I are the only ones who see it.
Styles you don't have "it." You never had "it," and you'll never have "it." The only thing you have going for you is a piece of crap car, an ex-manager who was more than a friend, and wrestling ability that rivals a rock. Sure it's hard to hit, but once it's down, it stays down.
I win. You lose, bar none. That's how it's going down in the record books. Those don't care if you are a rookie or not. Sure, I wrestle rookies. Eventually, all rookies have to face one of the top dogs in a company, otherwise, do they ever stop being rookies? Hell, son, you should be thanking me for wrestling you because this is going to be your flash in the pan, your 15 minutes, your fun in the sun. But you'll get burnt in the ring with me. Ask anyone who's favored in this match. I got the game, I got the skills. What do you have? An extensive dancing career, and STD's. Boy, I hope that something I can achieve, you schmuck.
* Hiroshi stands, and leans on the ropes, looking down at the camera. *
KIN HIROSHI: You see me right now, Styles? This is how you will remember England. Me standing over you, everyone laughing at you. Not because you suck, but because you tried to out dance me in a wrestling match. Of course, this is the most ludicrous match I've ever heard of, but it will do. Finally, I'm going to get some revenge. Or maybe I should thank you, because now that I don't have the Television Title, I can go for the World Title. But no, I'll probably be pulled back into the dead Cruiserweight Division. Why? No one trusts an Asian...
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