A handheld camera is shown recording a chair in a dimly lit room. Brian Braxton walks into the picture and turns the chair sideways, before sitting in it. He drops his head down before speaking.

"Is there something wrong with me? Am I just not good enough? I mean am I crazy for asking these questions? I mean why? Why would Paul Heyman pick that Freak over me? Why Zane Vyper over me? Are they better than me? The answer, the answer is no. They are not, they are inferior. I have only been in the XWF for a short time and I can already tell I am the best. But, I know now that I have only been what I have criticized, I have been flawed. I have become what I have hated I have become a freak and for that I blame two men. First, I must blame myself for thinking I had become what I wasn't...perfect. Secondly, I blame you Freak, you made me what I hate more then anything... a freak."

He quickly pops his head up looking straight forward, away from the camera. Braxton lifts his hands to his face cupping them over his mouth before slowly dragging them down away from his face.

"So this brings to this coming Monday. First we have a man that wants some payback in JC Sty...wait I mean Jo...no thats not it. JTC!!! thats right, it's JTC now. I guess the first time wasn't enough. If you want your beating then you've got it. Next we have you Mr. Vyper. You think that you are good enough for a title shot? Well you're not!"

Braxton tilts his head to his right away from the camera. His mouth drops open as a confused look enters his face. Braxton begins to inaudibly mutter to himself. Before violently shaking his head. He quickly grasps his head and bends over.

"Because first you have to get through me and thats not happening! It's not happening because I won't let it. I want it more than you, I NEED it more than you and more importantly I AM better than you. The way I see it your a choker. You had a title shot at High Stakes and you choked. So why should you get another one? But, I guess thats why this match is happening to see if you even deserve it. But, be warned that there is not one man in this company that would dare do the things that I am willing and capable of doing. After all now I'm just another freak. Speaking of freaks, that brings us to you Freak."

Braxton then shoots up from his chair knocking it over. He then makes his way over to the camera. After taking the camera off the stand he begins to shoot his head around the room as if frantically searching for someone or something. He quickly regains his composure and once again begins to speak.

"You still haven't gotten back to me. Was the offer at High Stakes not sweet enough for you? Well how about this. I am offering you $250,000 for a rematch. Thats probably more money then you would see in an entire year. What are you afraid of anyway? I'll tell you what you're afraid of, pain, the pain of humiliation, the pain of having your career ended then and there. The point I am trying to make is either face me in a rematch or I end you!!"

Braxton then drops the camera to the ground, only his feet and the knocked over folding chair are now in view. A low chuckle is heard as Braxton's feet are seen walking out of the picture. The camera fades to black as Braxton's chuckle, now having turned into full on laughter can be heard echoing in the background.