Streets: Lift me up, bring me down, nail me to a crucifix. I am the one, chosen by fate and destiny, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. Do you see my blood that will leave a permanent stain on the canvas? Do you see the blood dripping from my eyes, my bleeding stigmatic hands. My lashes across my back. I’ve carried the cross miles and miles, and I have been shown the truth. I am the Disciple of the Streets, the chosen one, the prophet of reality. I am Tyrone Williams, son of Mya Williams. Son of a father too cowardice to show his face. My brother was murdered long ago, leaving me alone. My mother passed away. I have no family. I have myself, locked inside this killer’s body. This mind that has begun to churn, piecing together the life that I once had. These fists, this passion, that tear apart my opponents. You know not who I am until you have stared me in the eyes and looked into what lies within. Complex yet straight forward… figure me out and you’ll understand why I do what I do. You’ll understand why I have a one track mind. You’ll understand the mind of the Disciple.

* The cameras slowly fade in and we see Streets Disciple sitting in the same arena that Brawl for All took place. It is empty now, no ring, no equipment… just the chairs. He stands in the middle of the emptiness at the bottom of the arena, the cameras centering on him. *

Streets: Last week I became the winner of the second Brawl for All, earning my World Title shot at Clash of Champions. I was the first man into the ring, and I walked out victorious. One after another, I was eliminating opponents, until it all came down to me and Annabelle Lee. Then, I won her as I said I would, because I have the veteran mind set. I kept my feet up, making sure I wasn’t first to hit the mat. It was an easy call I’m sure, but that was all last week. This week I have Gladiator, or, as I have heard him referred to as before, Gladiat-poor. See, I made my debut at Brawl for All two years ago… count them… two. One month later I captured the XS Title at Clash of Champions… my first pay per view appearance. Gladiator grabbed his first title, the XS title, at his first pay per view… coincidental? Yes, because he isn’t going to walk my path to glory. My march of legacy. The XS Title is a title of prestige, not your every other “hardcore” title. The XS Title has been held by all of the greats, it is where you either build a legacy from or you break your future from. It is unfortunate that Gladiator, the biggest ego next to Buffler, has to have his future broken so soon. Coming off of a big win like that, it’s going to hurt falling so steep. I know how it feels to come crashing down from heights… something I’ll never forget… and it isn’t easy. But, Gladiator, this is a necessary loss in your career. This will teach you that you aren’t an Icon until you EARN it, and winning a few matches isn’t making you anything more than what Anite was to this business. You aren’t some messiah of wrestling, you aren’t a legend, and you sure as hell aren’t winning me. These next two months are MY months. Sit back, kick your feet up on the ottoman, because I’m taking the XWA for a ride.

* Streets looks around the empty arena, noticing that they forgot a Brawl for All banner in the top seating area. He sees nearly everyone on the roster but himself, laughing lowly at that. *

Streets: Last week I said I was going to be popping egos like balloons, and you have one of the largest balloons Gladiator. Makes it that much easier to hit. The XWA isn’t about egotistical, maniacal, steroid driven, superstars… even if that’s a very accurate description of our current World Champion… it’s about how much blood, sweat, and tears you give each match. I’ve filled buckets upon buckets with those three things, and I continue to move forward, I continue to progress my career, expanding my old perimeters, improving in every minor fault I had. This month is a warm up for next, but I take warm ups just as serious as the real deal. Small things need not be let slide, everything needs to be locked down… air tight. I keep everything under control, and I let nothing escape my grasp. Gladiator, you will walk into the arena in New Orleans… the fans will be staring at you and your XS title… and you will feel the pressure, the anxiety, choking you up. Your throat will feel as if it is closing up on you, your lungs will need more oxygen because the heart rate is rising little by little. You know what’s going to happen in the ring, the Disciple of the Streets is going to give you a lesson best learned early on, you can’t touch what you can’t even begin to see. Look up at me Gladiator, you will be blinded by the spotlights that are always on me. How do you think I became this big in the wrestling industry? By being the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be at bragging? You are sadly mistaken if you think boasting and stealing punch lines are going to get you anywhere besides sitting at home in the XWA. Pick up a tape of XWA matches circa April through June 2003. You’ll see me tear apart opponent after opponent, champion after champion, and you will see that what you are up against at Warfare is a man who is possessed by his obsession at being the best no matter what the cost. I risked my life every night because I, quite simply, didn’t give a fuck. It’s all or nothing, and I will NEVER settle for nothing. NEVER. You are amongst some of the greatest right now in the XWA, the roster is one of the strongest we’ve had in a great while, and now you must make the move. Will you be part of what might be the next era of the XWA… or will you fall apart within it? How long can you hide your insecurities with arrogance? How long can your fears keep you running… running to a you that is non existent. If you really do consider yourself a somebody here in the XWA, you need to start putting something behind it. A statement like that with no backing is as good as cookies with no milk. To become a name that echoes in the halls, the arenas, the venues… you must prove your worth. You must earn the food that the XWA provides you, and do so without biting the hand that feeds you. Doing so will get you stripped of everything you ever earned here… I know quite well. I never lost the World Title when I had it, it was stripped. But, that is the past… just an example of how the red and yellow conducts things here. If you are to be a part of the XWA, I am one to make sure all of you new faces know what you are a part of. I’ll show you the ropes while I show your face the canvas mat up close and personal.

But, don’t get too caught up in being a legend… being a hall of famer… if you ever get there. You’ll realize that even with that status, it is easy to be ignored. I lost two matches on my way back to the XWA and I wasn’t ONCE told do work on any advertisements… I wasn’t put on any flyers… I wasn’t seen anywhere. Then, I went on to be the winner at the Brawl for All as Annabelle Lee put her face everywhere possible. I’m not complaining, but I’m just pointing out how easy it is that people begin to overlook you… thinking you’re washed up. It’s funny, everyone told me the same thing… I already did my time here in the XWA. I already got my World Title, already beat who I needed to beat to be considered a somebody, but none of that mattered to me. They all thought I could never be the same as I once was, but here I am, taking the long and twisted road to the World Title at Clash of Champions. No easy rides, we saw how that left Annabelle Lee no wins, two losses at Brawl for All. Perseverance, strength, will, passion, desire… it all means more than taking an easy ride somewhere. I loved feeling like I was the underdog. I loved feeling down and out, because inside I knew I was going to come out victorious. I loved killing the hopes of my opponents, because that just made mine less hopeful and more realistic. REALITY, Gladiator, something you seriously need to get a hold of. Get out of your limos, get out of your high chair, and look around. Nobody respects you in the XWA, when your name is said people wonder just WHO you are. You have yet to set yourself apart from the millions of other past, present, and future athletes of the XWA, and until you do so consider yourself slightly above average at best. Sure, you can crack a joke or two, but we could hire Dave Chappelle or Ron White if we wanted some comedians. It takes ability in the ring above all us, it takes the spirit of wrestling surging through your body to make you special. It takes that moment when the crowd is dead silent at what just happened before you can move on to the next level. But don’t worry Gladiator, rumor backstage is that the Television Title is going to come back soon, so you might have at least one more title you can make a run at.

* Streets reaches into his hooded sweaters pocket and pulls out a small piece of glass. He examines it… *

Streets: Sometimes the smallest, tiniest things make a world of difference. I’ve gained my memories back… I’ve gained my life back… but the feelings of the past; the things that made me human, are all lost. This piece of glass is all I have left to look back at the moment of my life when I finally fulfilled my dreams… a memento I thought very small of when I walked away with it that night. When I hold this glass shard, I can almost feel the rush again. I can almost feel my body throbbing with pain. My lungs filling with smoke. I can almost hear the fans yelling louder than they ever have before. Gladiator, I sincerely do hope you can have a career here in the XWA, it is something you will never be able to forget. Though you are an enemy, there is a certain brotherly feeling towards anybody in the XWA, and who knows, you might be part of the next generation after I’m long gone. It is unfortunate that you must face me, because you just never know how far I might put your career to the test, but after the match you will have a new found appreciation for not only me, but what the XWA is. I suggest as you go through your career you keep things to keep the memory fresh in your mind. You only go through the moment one time and there is no way to reproduce the emotions, the feelings, the thoughts of the time unless you do it again. That is the folly I face now, so I am doing it all over again. Climbing to the top, risking my life… pushing myself harder and harder as time goes by. I hope you show up ready to fight for your life, I promise you I will not stop until you are inches between meeting the grim reaper and barely living off of life support in the emergency room. Show up ready to make new memories in your career, because I guarantee you Gladiator. I guarantee when the blood is done being splattered and spilt… when the sweat is done dripping from your pores… when the tears stop dripping down your crimson coated face… you will NEVER forget this match. Take heed to the apostle’s warning.

* Streets Disciple puts the piece of glass back into his pocket and turns his back, walking out of the arena. As he walks out a small slip of paper floats out from his pocket. The camera focuses on it as it sways down, back and forth. We see red writing on it, but can’t make it out quite yet. It finally settles on the ground, and in red letters it reads…*

Your time is up Buffler

* The cameras fade out with that being the last thing we see… end. *