A figure, stands at the window, smoking a cigarette. The camera zooms in on the face of the figure and it appears to be AJ Powell. He pushes the camera out of his face and flicks his cigarette out of the window.

AJ: Thought I was dead huh? Oh not by the contrary. I am very much alive. I know what you’re wondering “how is he alive,” “I thought Duke killed him.” Well Duke did kill me. He killed the Golden Boy of XWF, the poster boy for this Federation. And in the process awoken a monster.

Duke, you awoken a beast, and his name is AJ Powell. His name is Nephrite. Duke you killed AJ. I applaud you for that. You opened me up to new possibilities.

In all honesty, I wanted to die. I wanted AJ Powell dead! But I had to make it look real. I had to make Duke, Mr. Satellite, Shane , and even Paul Heyman THINK I actually died.

But that wasn’t me. That was a poor lookalike, with no future. You killed an innocent man Duke. Good fucking job. In the process of killing the fake me, you unleashed the new me. Even better.

And to Mr. Satellite, thank you. Thank you for accidentally igniting the flame. You are the key to my anger. You are the reason I wanted to become this. Because I saw you rise from the ashes, and kick everyone’s ass, in till you reach Main Event status. I idolized you. Up in till buried Duke.

You rode John Madison’s cock the whole way through, and screwed Duke. I didn’t understand this. You demote yourself to the likes of the King, no the Pauper of XWF. But I still have great respect for you.

Believe that Nephrite is here! The God of Death has risen in XWF! Prepare for your final judgment!

Quote:"You want to punch me that bad huh? Well guess what I'm not scared of any shit you have to throw at me. This doormat will prove to the world that this aint a real doormat that I am who I am and that is JTC someone who you should not cross. So as the old saying goes. Bring It Don't Sing it"