Supremacy: Main Event: Team Thy WWE vs The New Age

[Vince McMahon]

Main Event: Team Thy WWE vs The New Age
War Games Match

RP BELOW

[Triana]

I am sitting in a cafe on a computer typing away. Logging onto the thy wwe website I have decided I will let the universe itself see my words and hear my voice. Typing in the password I use to talk with fans via my own account I start to type out a long message to post to the boards for all to see. A truth of this world they need to understand. 

You now a lot of you look at me running around the business and streets with this makeup on my face, this new look that has given people a question of whether or not I am sane or insane. The truth be told Sanity and Insanity are measured upon the same scale. While I am aware of all that I do the issue is that I do not fall into the norm of sanity itself so it becomes labeled insanity based upon my own views. But do you know why I do the things that I do? Do you know why that I love embracing the beauty of all selves that are within me? The simple answer is I am the only woman to stay on top in this company, I am the only beauty to settle within the masses of men that are high up on their testosterone level. I have beaten some of these men and I have done so within the New Age because unlike THY business aspect I was held back. I'm the only woman in this company to be a cut above the rest. There was a few others that have tried but where are they now? Where do they fall in this future that you've all seen? They are not here and why is that? The answer is simple they fell to the sexist example of so called woman’s frailty. I can tell you right now that I am not frail. You've seen me and maybe you think it is unfair that I go around with a baseball bat. The simple answer is that it is an equalizer for me when the men think they need to get violent. I won't fall back upon gender norms or the sad so called equal opportunity that such a team as thy wwe represents. 

For all of you reading this no one has earned their spot more than me at the top of the food chain. I've been here for several years now and how am I rewarded. I was a television champion and the first woman to walk around with the Intercontinental championship. Now I am in the main events competing with the best this company has to offer yet the respect I get from those outside of The New Age is lacking anymore. No one understands that more than I because being a woman in this society you have to fight for the right to stand at the top of the mountain. You get suppressed if your a woman because you are looked at by most as inferior in ways. But I've kept fighting this and no one comes before me. You all know that I love Joey and you know I am there for him but when it is my time to hold the gold no man will hold me back. Right now I fight for the lively hood soon of not only myself but the New Age. This note is a representation of my words towards so many people because you the fans will either boo or cheer me which either way I don't give a shit to put it precisely. You may wonder why? It is simple if I got here based on what everyone else thought I wouldn't be sitting at the top of the mountain fighting my way through this highway of testosterone. I'd probably be pandering to the board why there is no women's championship. I love the chaos and anarchy that I can cause with The New Age because I can be myself and so can others just go by the standard we set and be yourself. No need to lace up a pair of goody two shoes and try to play hero. But the truth settles in very lightly for the men who have claimed to be at the beck and call of Vincent Kennedy McAssHat. They are the villians, they are playing by hero standards since long passed with names like The Ultimate Warrior, Sting, Macho Man Randy Savage, and Hulk Hogan. These men are not megapowers, these men are not the Taker rising from the tomb of his casket seeking revenge, and these men are not The New Age a true defiant era of members that have given new life to a company that was fleeting in its own existence. So that is why I am writing this letter. 

This letter for the THY WWE Universe! I am giving you a chance to see the truth, to see the reality in which you've be falsely given. You think that the tenacity of Blade LaVigne will be a sign of a golden child reborn? You think that Beno the former longest reigning champion will be able to come back because management will feed him jobbers to make him look worth something more than an outdated war veteran? Do you think that Zak Shields whom is nothing more than a traitor can bring solidarity to honesty? No are the answer to these names. Christian Knight is passed due on his prime, he is passed due on what he brings trying to reform himself back into competition. The same goes for Dominic Reynolds he was a memory not really worth comment. No these are remnants of another time. These are men of days beyond your eyes and that is what is wrong with THY WWE. These men are the reason that the company fell into abandonment. They do not have the stock this new generation has. Look at what you have all seen and ask me if what The New Age has done is truly insane. We brought life back into a heartbeat, we gave it new life and you've been given a true entertainment. We as we are meant to be the faces of the future. The present modern era of what wrestling is about and we don't back down from anyone. The New Age is a standard for the modern times in which team THY WWE is just a memory trying to stay relevant. Look upon this letter as a the truth your wake up call. Are you to be herded cattle? Mindless sheep? Cogs of the machine? Or will you finally wake up and realize the truth and move passed the hyper reality that the business of Vince McMahon has created for you. I ask you to wake to the truth and join behind The New Age no for me but for yourselves because being a mindless drone in the system is just being a flailing excuse wasting breath drawing our oxygen. Back us or not we step forward and I will beat the living hell out of anyone that stands in the path of my love Joey, The New Age, and especially anyone who tries to detour the future of this industry and that is a woman like me at the top. 

I finish typing nodding to myself. I would log out of the site and back away from the computer. A lot of things have transpired lately, many things have come into question. I stand up slowly letting my long blonde, blue, and red hair fall against the top of my blue jean jacket. My face is unpainted right now per the norm as of late and I move my skinny blue jean covered legs caress one another as the click of my low ankle boot heels click on the tiles. Turning I head out of the internet cafe I was sitting in. Anyone who looks at me will get a glimpse of my New Age T-Shirt. Walking out I see a thy wwe production van. I knew the interview was coming because I told them to meet me here. I wave a hand to the camera man signaling for him to start recording me. I took a breath seeing the red light things have been different lately so I had to catch myself. The red light came on and I smirked slightly. 

Ladies and gentlemen, you obviously expected the glitz and the glam of my full outfit. The one women want and the one men want to see me in. Truth be told you need to get your head out of the clouds for a little bit. I wrote each and everyone of you. I made my message clear whether you want to follow it or not. Either way here is the reality of this life you need to understand what it is being fought for. This War Games as you so call it is not what you think it is not about just a win or loss then go home. It is all about a new stage for the company. It is about friendships being tested. And most of all it is about lively hood. I am covering ground today outside my usual manner which some of you may find boring and bland. I am sorry that my words may be a travesty for your flash style wanting minds. But I need to cover ground on a personal level. A lot of you have seen so much happen between me and Joey lately that is the truth. But even if you don't get it I will take a bullet for that man. When love runs deep even in pain you don't back away. If it comes to an end based on something he does I will take time to heal by beating the crap out of everyone else. See I come to work not only to be with my love. I come to work to take out my frustrations. I come in to survive another day in the world I know. This life is what I am about and having to share it with him means everything. I am a defiant woman that knows no remorse for any life. I've been tread upon and I have lost. I spent to much time on the sidelines to let a life keep me at bay now. I fight through tears, I fight through pain, and I fight so I can hold onto that kind of love worth breathing. People may think my choices are stupid where my heart is but just know my head is always in the game. I have never once backed away from things. The New Age is more than a group to me it is family to me whether in the end they love or hate who I am. 

I take a breath and while I do I removed the jean jacket dropping it upon the sidewalk. The camera keeps following me as my hands reach up to my hair I am starting to put it in pigtails. 

“The truth is some of them are not my favorites I don't like Kurt Orton, I despise him. I despise his existence but I will fight alongside him for the sake of this business and my brothers in arms. Kurt is a washed up has been. I don't get the running joke of keeping him around to me he is the only outsider of The New Age but Joey needed him to be with us because the truth is we don't have that many allies. People don't like how we do things and Kurt is one we put through hell and one I'd love to put through hell again. Kurt is to me as trash in a barrel you can burn it and be done with it. But names like Bob Cena and Steve Blackman are brothers to me, they have stood alongside me for the betterment of this business and for the vision that Joey sought. Now we may seem like we are on the ropes but these two men have been the kind that bounce back ready to hit again. Blackman is Joey's go to guy for things needing done. While Bob himself well he is a man of ideals and he may not like some things we've done but he also keeps his word. Bob Cena will have my back and in truth I like him to be right there. That is the kind of man that doesn't back away. As for Joey he will come to the conclusion of whether he needs us or not. He will figure that out for himself but in the mean time just watch Joey is a loose cannon the kind that will do anything to win. People may hate the throw you under the bus guy but seriously in this business its strive to survive or die. Joey is someone I back one hundred percent. But Joey knows if he screws me over and hurts me to deep he'll be a lesser man than most because I know him better than anyone. That old bit about a woman scorned can be truth and Joey knows the truth of my talent, the ability I have to compete and my fire. Unlike most he knows the level I am at and that I belong here. Joey can be the devil and I will be right by his side because the one man in this industry that knows I can hang with the boys and this lady can keep up.” 

Once that was done I would reach down by a gate grabbing a baseball bat I had sitting there. I gripped it tightly with both hands as I kept walking going down a few blocks and then stopping in an empty parking lot. I smirked walking up to five dummies that all had watermelons for their heads with pictures of Team THY WWE painted on each one. Walking over to the Christian Knight one I swung the bat and smashed the watermelon head in half. I laughed a little at that. 

“See when it comes to taking people out first you need to take out the strongest link that you see in my eyes that is Christian Knight because unlike most people realize he knows his stuff in and out of the ring. That man is a walking strategy. But after that what do you go for?” 

I turned and the bat smacked the Dominic Reynolds watermelon apart as it splattered all over. 

“You take out the weakest and most obvious link. You take out the last minute addition that tried to proclaim itself that it was worth something. That is what this was. Now don't think I am ignoring you. On the contrary I know what needs to happen for the other team to be at its weakest because if you take out the strong and weak link you get a team that just wants to try to survive.” 

In a swift motion I back stepped and nailed the Zak Shields watermelon which instantly exploded. I grabbed a piece of the watermelon and took a bite. Enjoying the flavor. 

“After you get that step done I take out the traitor someone that was once considered a source of assurance but is nothing less than a man lost to the times. I know his history and I know what he has accomplished but Zak is just a cast off in that group. He should be standing with the right side but you know he failed and he found himself on a platform that is just wriggling on a hook as bait. So like a shark we smell blood and we will attack. I will make sure Zak understands where I come from because to me it is a personal matter. But what happens after you attack the modern cause that should be standing with you? I mean what is left but the golden child and the veteran.” 

With that I spun smashing the fake head of one Blade LaVigne. I paused as I looked down at the pieces. My voice came out cold then. 

“You are a memory now Blade, we've had our battles with you. The keep getting up was cute to begin with, it meant something at one point. You try to act like it is the fans you fight for. You try to act like it is your family that is backing you. Trying to outshine the world with a supposed pure heart. But you are just a man Blade and your battle is over. The tired tracks of a man limping about on his last leg. You were golden once but as I wrote earlier your no Hulk Hogan, you are no shining knight in armor acting as a savior. Your trying to keep the pedals of a time passed moving. You under the choice of Vince McMahon someone who has had the monicker of a devil himself. Brave hero? No! Puppet of Power is more like it because the real villain is you even if you don't accept and see it. That saddens me because you could have prospered in a better world. You could have been a part of something better. But maybe when the dust clears your eyes will open to the world. It is the last chance for you Golden Child of THY...” 

I lifted the bat and swung around nailing the Beno one the hardest. I turned to the camera the hatred in my eyes lit. 

“Bringing Beno is like saying here lets combine the old and new and make X-Men Days of Future's Past. Beno is old school, passed his prime. He is someone that used to be a big name. Someone that meant something but how did he make his return over the last year? Promos and being fed jobbers. Beno to me is the exact example of what this company shouldn't be. He is the male pig that represents a time when the company was repressed to its basic cavemen instincts. We've climbed into a world of change and what do we get? We get Beno back on the roster. A relic of days that should have stayed gone and buried. A time when the company was alive but was under the rule of him and Vince feeding him people like he was Goldberg. I don't have any respect for Beno and he could beat me within an inch of my life he'd never get it. Beno is to me the very base of human evolution. I won't be a statistic to some old veteran of the field of battle. To me he is not a hero nor is he the reason for success. I view Beno in THY WWE the same way I look back to old talents like Hulk Hogan. He is not the only one who should be remembered and he didn't change the face of a landscape by himself. Beno is trying to show he is still threatening and being fed opponents of no meaning and cutting promos as if he is still an impact and threat. Beno you may have some fire left in your tank but the reality is your a relic, your done, outdated! I can't stand you being back even if I personally don't know you I know the history of this business because I've watched for a long time. You practically disgust me and whoever backs you I feel that same gag reflex at your lively hood.” 

With that I would step through the smashed watermelon guts and then at the entrance of the parking lot. I had to figure out my final thoughts. Facing away from the camera and with the bat over my shoulder I spoke. 

“In the end the result will be the same. The final stance is that The New Age needs to prevail. We are the faces of what is needed whether you agree or not. I've stated my stance, I will do anything to win, I will hurt who is needed. Because I will not go back to Vince's world, I will not go back to the dark ages. I am the only woman here that stands tall. That breathes the same air as the best. I Triana am the Queen, I am the Warrior of Women. The light that I have in me is what matters here and no one can take that. For me this is not just War Games I am fighting for my being. So I will not go down until the breath leaves my body and I will keep standing until my legs are broken. Try and test me because I've proven I will put myself through hell and back just make the point proven. So as I walk with The New Age and go face to face with Team THY WWE…..This Woman is ready for WAR!” 

With that I knew the camera was turned off. Call it sanity or insanity. I knew how to survive.

[Christian Knight]

Christian Knight is preparing for the main event of Supremacy as he tapes his wrists up.

So this is it. Supremacy is finally upon us. 

Christian Knight laces up his boots and takes a sip of his bottle.

Going to war with five other contestants

Well then 

Christian Knights music hits.


I guess that's my cue then.

[Dominic Reynolds]

Why did I come back?

What is my agenda?

Do I even belong here?

These are all questions that will be answered on my time, on my terms.

But for now its time to bust some heads.

[Blade "The Future" LaVigne]

Successful people are always looking for opportunities to help others. Unsuccessful people are always asking, 'What's in it for me?' Brian Tracy
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The scene opens up at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, ON! Blade “The Future” LaVigne can be seen sitting inside an empty wrestling ring inside of the empty arena. Blade is sitting on a stool. LaVigne is dressed in normal everyday wear. A black Thy WWE t-shirt that has the Supremacy logo on it and gray sweat pants. The camera pans in front of Blade as Blade just continues to look around the place. Blade brings a microphone up to his mouth and  begins to speak.

Blade “The Future” LaVigne
Most stories have their peak before they reach any kind of climax. Each story has it’s beginning and it’s end...

The New Age’s story started around the time I won my first Thy WWE championship back in June of 2014. And in life, you must realize that you cannot please everyone. Especially in this business. People may want you to do good but never better than them. That’s life. Survival of the fitness truly exist in the world of wrestling. So, the New Age? This group has done everything they set their minds to. Just look at the facts. They hold both titles we have in this company. Professor of Thuganomics, Bob Cena as your InterNational champion and Joey the Bastard as your Thy WWE champion. I will never take away from their accomplishments but when it becomes personal, that changes everything. It's pretty ridiculous that it has come down to this War Games match. Honestly.

Over the last year, I'd say, the New Age have tried to make my life a living hell and ruin all the progress I’ve made as champion. They were determined to crown Joey the Bastard, Thy WWE champion. And they would do whatever it took, even if it meant breaking the rules to take the title away from me. And they finally did it. It's hard for me to admit but you can only do so much. When it's all of them against one person, they would've taken the title from anyone. That's how much they wanted to have full control of this company.

But can you really blame them?

They felt unappreciated by ownership, They swear that Vince McMahon wasn't giving them fair opportunities. That it was all about me and how I kissed Vince's ass whenever I could to keep my title. Which, now after saying that out loud, that's fucking ridiculous.

You all know how I feel about this business. I believe that you earn everything you get. Week in and week out you must give everything you have, to this company. And if you do that and win your matches, then you will get opportunities. I earned my stripes. I defended my championship against former world champions, I took down everyone that I was booked against. I deserved everything I got New Age and you can disagree all you want but just look at the film. Look at the history. You don't become a two-time Thy WWE Champion on accident. No, I worked every day to get better. I trained harder and I prepared for everything and anything.

 Just look at what I’ve accomplished since joining Thy WWE four years ago. I came into this company, looked down upon, disrespected. I was just another “SCW failure” and no one wanted me around.

Thy WWE was broken and no one could stop The Knights of the Round Table from slowly destroying it altogether.

Blade gets off the stool and begins to walk around the ring. Taking in the moment. Looking around the arena as he continues to speak.

Blade “The Future” LaVigne
Until I came. I was addicted to the idea of saving and giving Thy WWE a bright future.

I knew no one in the crowd and no one on the roster thought that I could achieve greatness. But I knew in my heart that I had to, there was no failing or going back, I had to be the one to save Thy WWE. You know, I was a broken man. I couldn’t achieve my dreams in SCW. I failed to do anything. I just wanted to make my family proud. To make my wife and daughter proud. I wanted to make my mother and father proud. My father who never wanted me to join professional wrestling, to begin with. Who thought it was a waste of time. I wanted to give my daughter and family a life that I didn’t have growing up. I wanted to be remembered for doing great things and that just didn’t happen in SCW...

Then SCW ended and I hung up the boots.

I thought my wrestling career was over before it could really begin….

There is a moment of silence as Blade lets his head drop and then brings it back up to look back into the camera. He continues to speak.

Blade “The Future” LaVigne
Then I got that call. Austin Starr called me and told me that he had an offer for me. A Thy WWE contract.

And I’ve always been told that whenever opportunities come knocking, you better open the door. Because if it’s not you, it’s someone else reaching for that one chance. One opportunity. Now, I could stand here and tell you my history here in Thy WWE but I’ve done that too many times. But the point is, I’ve done so much for this company when no one thought I would. I am a two-time Thy WWE Champion, no one can take that away from me. I am the longest reigning Thy WWE champion of all time, no one can take that away from me.

And I’ve helped bring this company back from almost nothing, I saved this company…and no one, not even The New Age can take that away from me.

Joey, I hope you enjoyed your time as CEO because, after Supremacy, you will no longer hold that status. Team Thy WWE will shock the world and take down you and your whole group. Knight, Reynolds, Shields, Beno and myself will take back Thy WWE and Vince McMahon will be back in charge. And then Thy WWE can go back to normal. Where every superstar has an equal chance and everything we do is for the Thy WWE fans.

And when we are victorious at Supremacy, I will get my legit rematch Joey Bastard. And when that happens, I will become the only superstar in Thy WWE history to hold the Thy WWE title three times.

So, Joey, Triana, POT, Orton and Blackman, I can’t speak for my partners but I’ll be ready. Ready to do whatever it takes to gain this victory. This match is so important. Maybe the most important match in Thy WWE history... I’ve prepared like I’ve always done and I expect to win. And most importantly New Age…

You’ll Thank Me In The End!

Blade cocks a smirk as he winks at the camera. Blade stands there with his head held high, confident that he’ll be able to bring Team Thy WWE a victory and bring control back to Vince McMahon. The camera fades to pure blackness and the scene ends at the Thy WWE logo appears on the screen.

[Joey The Bastard]

The scene opens up inside a room decorated with sand bags and razor wire. A large tank is seen center shot. The top hatch opens up, and Joey the Bastard pokes his head out. He is wearing a basic military helmet and has camo paint on his face. He climbs out and jumps down from the tank and stands in front of it.

JTB: Tonight, we go to war.

The Bastard stops, looking down and shaking his head.

JTB: Yeah, I can't do this. This is stupid.

He flips the helmet off and smears the paint on his face, looking a little agitated.

JTB: Who wrote this shit? I mean, really. Who wrote it? They got me dressed up like a fucking clown, reciting some garbage. Who wrote it?

The Bastard directs his attention to somebody off camera.

JTB: Oh, really? Did he now? Yeah? Oh, that's what he thought? Okay, well you can tell him that his ass is fired! Ya feel me?

The Bastard starts to listen to the stage hand's response, then chuckles.

JTB: I really don't give a shit if his daughter just started private school.. He's fired! And, you know what? You're fired, too! Get the hell off my set! Got me up here with some bogus prop tank and shit...

JTB gets a look of surprise when the stage hand gives him a new piece of information.

JTB: Oh, snap! It's real? Dayum, son... Well, I sure as hell didn't authorize that spending, so now you're double fired!

JTB listens, and then a look of disgust covers his face.

JTB: No, you don't get a severance package. Now, piss off!

The Bastard leaves the shot with purpose as we hear the sounds of a struggle as JTB seemingly roughs up the guy. We hear a scream then a door slam. Then The Bastard walks back on to the set.

JTB: This is bullshit!

The Bastard then rips off his army fatigues, stripping down to his underwear.

JTB: I don't need no lame ass gimmicks or a lame ass set with some bullshit props to get my point across! I should have never agreed to this. "It will add emphasis." they said. What a load of crap! No, we're gonna do this my way. The way that brought me to the dance to begin with. Straight to the point, and that point is that tonight at War Games, Thy WWE dies once for all! You remember when we first started this crusade? Remember when I said that we were gonna burn Thy WWE to the ground? Well, we did just that. Thy WWE is on life support, and the embers are now starting to burn out. It's only a matter of time before the last one goes out, and THEN... then we can start to build a new company. The company that I've been promising since day one. You think I wanna run this pile of crap? No. But, it needs to be done. Everything that has happened happened for a reason. We had to get rid of Vince McMahon for starters. Then we had to bring down Blade LaVigne. We promised those things would happen, and guess what. They fucking happened! The dinosaurs had to die, and they did die. But, then Vince McMahon had to go all Doctor Hammond, and find some dino DNA, and try and bring back Jurassic Park! Not gonna happen! You could resurrect the likes of Christian Knight, and Dominic Reynolds like they're actually gonna be able to do anything. Like those two jackasses are gonna do anything to stop Armageddon. Please, those guys are a couple of jokes! I mean, look at the reaction they got. The fans were all "OMG! They're back!", and then when it came time to address the match, what did we get? A couple five second promos from a couple of has-beens who don't give a shit about any of you. "Okay, Christian, now's your chance to talk to the Thy WWE Universe about the War Games Match, and your return to the ring. ACTION! ACTION! Christian? Don't you want to talk about your career or the importance of this match? What about Thy WWE?" Nothing! That's what we got from Christian Knight. Because Christian Knight doesn't care about this like I do. He's just in it for the pay check. And Reynolds? Same deal, different toilet. Enjoy your last piece of the limelight from the hands of Daddy Vince, because after tonight, you two will never be seen in my ring again.

The sad part is that these guys actually think they still mean something to this company! They think that they are a couple of greats and that really pisses me off. You guys are nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Reynolds especially. Just a failed boxer, and then a failed professional wrestler. Knight failed in other ways, but perhaps the biggest failure is his failure as a husband. But, I won't get in to that, cause we all know the story. I mean, how could we forget? That's all we get from the guy when he does decide to contribute a little to something called, you know, hyping and building a damn match! And, half the time, you gotta re-watch the damn promo just to figure out what the moron is trying to say.

JTB starts doing a mentally disabled impression of Christian Knight.

JTB: "Me wrestle! Awww... oh no. Me feel bad now. Me miss dead wife. Me love dead wife sister. Me sad." Christian, nobody cares about your stupid wife, or her stupid sister. But, more importantly, nobody cares about you. When are you gonna realize this? And, what about the other guys on Vince's Justice League? Zak Shields is the biggest reject I've ever met! He gets kicked out of every group he joins. He fails hard when he needs to succeed, and he just plain sucks ass! Beno? Don't get me started on Beno. The guy gets a little bit of rough luck going, and says fuck it. Why try? What happened to the guy I ran with? A guy who oozes self-confidence. A guy who would never back down from a challenge. Now he's running around saying he got dragged in to this whole New Age thing. Dragged in to it? Buddy! Don't you want to stand up for what you believe in? I thought you loved this company. You're sending your fans mixed feelings, bro. But, I'll clear it all up for ya. Beno just doesn't care. Zak doesn't care. Knight doesn't care. Reynolds doesn't care. They just don't care. And, for some stupid ass fucked up reason... I"M THE BAD GUY!? How the hell am I the bad guy? I tried to ignite some fire under their asses, and they just don't give a damn. And, after all the stuff I've done for this company, the simple fact that they are even opposing me is extremely disrespectful. And I owe you all a severe beating tonight which I intend on delivering. In fact, I have no respect for any of you. ZERO! I could beat each and every one of you on any day of the week. And, you know it! It's just too bad that we won't be able to witness those matches cause after tonight, BYE BYE!

Now, on to the one guy on Team Thy who actual does give a damn, Blade LaVigne. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't care about any of you. He's just butt hurt that I beat him for the Title, and he knows that he'll never get another chance at it with me in charge. He's gotta get his sugar daddy, Vince, back in power to get a rematch. Oh, and PS, you already had your rematch, Blade, and I walked out still holding the gold, so shut your mouth and get to the back of the line. We're all sick and tired of seeing you as the face of Thy WWE. But, you're looking at the new face of Thy WWE

Now, I'd be a total douche if I didn't talk a little bit about my partners tonight. Triana, Bobby C, Blackie, and Kurt Orton. Like, at first, we were tearing it up. But, now we're starting to like a bunch of losers every week, and it sure as hell isn't because of me. Maybe I'm too easy on them, I dunno. But, as of right now, the way things have been going - everybody involved in this match with the exception of myself sucks! You all suck! And, if you guys screw this up for me, I swear to god I will hunt you all down one by one and destroy everything you hold dear. Put your egos aside for just one night, and we will win this match. Follow my lead, and we will succeed. Because, if it weren't for me, none of you would be relevant. Now, enough of this crap, I have some dinosaurs to make extinct.

The Bastard then walks out of the shot. The camera then pans over to see some individuals standing on the sidelines who JTB was unaware of. Triana, Bob Cena, Steve Blackman, and Kurt Orton saw the whole thing. They stand there looking at each other, pissed off and shaking their heads. Triana's face is beet red, and Bob Cena pats her on the back and gestures for them to follow him. The scene then fades out.