We are being treated into a rare glimpse of the arena whilst the hardworking guys who get zero praise from the fans make sure that they the men and women who risk their lives and general health to entertain the good people who pay their hard earned money to see such an amazing event.

The wrestlers where certain to not let them down, no matter what they thought of the fans personally very few of them didn't want their cheers or boos. This was the nature of the beast, the very industry they choose to be in.

At this moment the backstage crew very having a few moments for themselves, a break if you will, after all the XWF weren't slave drivers. The ring was about ninety percent built, it just lacked the ring ropes and the required safety test to be carried out. Most of the guys are sat around the ring arena eating or just fooling around a couple of others are chatting to Heironeous. He appears to be signing a few autographs for them when a couple of guys come down the entrance way holding a giant flip board upon a wooden stand. He thanks them and shakes their hands in a very friendly way.

After climbing into the ring he checks the flip chart and then turns around greeting a lone camera man. We can easily see now that he is wearing a Oklahoma Sooner shirt and cut off trousers.

"My dearest XWF fans, wrestlers, promoters and well everyone. I, Heironeous am here in Oklahoma, the home of the Sooners. I personally don't exactly understand American Football but go Sooners. As you all guess I am here to address Peter Gilmour, with our match getting closer and closer everyday I feel I should enlighten him and illuminate everyone else. However before I go and make a fool out of Gilmour allow me to thank all the unsung heroes of XWF. The guys and girls who work in the back, making sure that we can put on the best show possibly. Our backstage crew the best there is." To this they all cheer some of them with a mouth full of sandwich but such is life.

"Now lets go over a few things shall we? Let's start with a deep and heart felt apology to the ever professional Mr Jim Ross. I am deeply sorry for what happened to you, that attack was nothing short of cowardly. I wish you a very speedy recovery. However I am sure that Mr Ross will recover sooner than we all expect after all he was attacked like that by another wrestler in a different company." Heironeous poses for a brief second, holding his hand up to his mouth feinting surprise. "Did I just make a reference to Peter Gilmour being but a very poor copy of someone else? Maybe. I'll get back to this point later.

Peter, on Peter I understand what you are going through. You've taken to openly speaking about our match twice now but, I maybe wrong here but haven't you just repeated yourself each time? Here lemme take you over the brief notes I made." He flips the cover of the flip chart that shows a series of bullet points. That read:
I will kill you.
You don't care if you bleed.
You touched my woman.
You hurt my woman.
This is your sort of match.
You are more intelligent than I am.

"That's the basic key points that Peter wished to express. Now he either thinks I need telling twice... wait no not twice, to be honest with you I half fell asleep during his little speech in the university. After all you hear one cheap copy of a mad man threaten you once you've heard it a million times. Am I right boys?" The stage hands cheer once more. "Exactly. Peter you're old hat mate, no body is surprised with what you say or do anymore. However allow me to cover off what it was that you said time and time and time and time and time and time again."

He turns to the board and points at the first line. "You're going to kill me? An obvious thing to say that's like saying I will try my best to win this match or only one man can win and the other will be the loser. Any of those statements are pathetic, lacking anything decisive and in commitment. Here is what I would say. Peter Gilmour, you certainly are a talented man, you've held more titles than minutes I've spent in the ring here. To beat you I will not just need to bring my best but actually pull out as many tricks as I can, to win your wild card spot will be my greatest achievement ever. You see that is something more fitting for our kind of match, it is heartfelt, honest and at least not that drivel that you spouted time and time and time and .... you get the point."

He then points to the second thing on the list. "You don't care if you bleed. Well guess what no body else cares if you bleed. To be fair only Miss Rose really cares and you really do take advantage of that Peter."

Heironeous turns and points to number three then four. "You seem to think that it was all my fault? Well that's typical of course. My Grandfather who was a very smart man, the smartest man I ever had the honor of meeting would tell me that a real man, a man who is true to himself and the history of his family will always take responsibility for his own actions. Yes Peter I did put my hands on Miss Rose, did that make me happy? Not one little bit, however don't forget you also did that, from the reports that have been fed back to me from various sources you attack her more often than anyone else. In fact she'd be safer on the streets Oslo wearing a Swedish Football Jersey. Peter find a mirror and take a long hard look at it. The man you see won't actually be a man at all."

He lightly taps the the last two points. "This is your sort of match? Certainly. Are you more intelligent than I am? No chance. Here allow me to correct myself and then explain why your dumber than dish water PG. I called you Hextor. How wrong I was. Hextor is intelligent, clever, he has the ability to look at a given situation, know the laws and rules and how to manipulate them. You Peter are Chatoic Evil, and that is giving CE a bad name. I actually really wonder how the hell you have managed to survive for so long. How... wait I know. Miss Rose, she certainly is Lawful Evil, she is your rock and spine and you really try and get rid of that. Hold onto her Peter she's the only good thing you have.

Now let's discuss intelligence. If I was you, this is what I would have done. You know I do not break laws, rules and general morality. Yet you're more than willing to do so. Here Peter listen closely I am going to enlighten you once again. I would have restricted me to having to follow the rules of a normal match. Restrict my movements, actions and choices. Where as I would assign myself to no rules. That would have given me the edge, no rope breaks, no DQ's no jack. Yet instead you have allowed me to use weapons, the throw your head against the Steel steps.

Now I am not normally one who gives away his match tactics but Mr Ross I plan for you to be able to get your revenge. I will hold Peter Gilmour so that you can strike him the way he struck you. I am Justice and it will be delivered.

PG. I am the natural twenty whilst you are a natural one."

Heironeous motions for the cameraman to cut, he thanks him and they both go over to the stage hands and begin to chat with them again.