The XWF camera crew find The Janitor in the arena, sweeping up empty beer cans and popcorn tubs, this is the only time you see him calm.

"Janitor, what do you think about the events of the past week?"

*The Janitor looks deep in thought, like he's making a truly momentous decision*

"Well, I'm glad you asked. I've got a lot to say. So maybe you can put that camera on a tripod and take the rest of the night off or something... I got a lot to get off my chest.

"I had to suffer the indignity of being teamed up with some greased up kid who wanted to play at being a wrestler, well guess what? He got his chance. He thought it'd be real smart to tag himself in when I've got my opponent just where I wanted him and BAM. Got what he deserved He's lucky I let Sean Falcon dish out the pain instead of myself, I saw the way the match was going so I got outta there. I wasn't going to stick around and watch as some dumb schmuck asks me for help when he got himself in that situation.

"I left the building after that match. I didn't really get much of a chance to see the rest of what happened that night... apart from the match before mine.
I say 'match', the sickos at management thought it'd be cute to put a 5'10", 165lbs kid against a near three-hundred pound monster. Of course he's going to make light work of it. I enjoyed watching that match, there was no doubt that World-1 International - which c'mon, seriously sounds like my internet provider - would get his face smashed in.

"What I didn't enjoy was the little 'message' Mr Eli James the fourth thought he'd deliver. The little sermon that over-grown pastor decided he wanted to spew in my direction. Talking about judgement, repenting for my sins and guiding me to a 'glorious resurrection of a new me.'

"You think you know best for me, Mr James? I'll let you in to a bit of information that you need to realise...

"You. Don't. Know. Me. You've got no idea about my story. I never had Daddy's money to keep me safe and sound at night. Growing up where I grew up, you realise that there isn't some guy up there looking out for you. You've got the make it on your own, solo. You can't count on anyone but yourself.

"This is what I hate about rich kids like you, who never had to work a day in their lives, giving life lessons they read out of a two-thousand year old fairytale. You never had to struggle, never known hardship, Daddy gave you everything you wanted so how the HELL can you tell me what I should do? How I should live my life?

*You can sense the unease in the room as The Janitor continues*

"I tell you what. I don't take life lessons for anybody, there is no God, no divine power guiding me anywhere. I believe that sh*t happens. No rhyme, no reason. The CHAOS theory, that's more my style. I'm not going to sit idly by as some spoilt Southern belle tells me how to live MY LIFE.

*The Janitor gets more and more enraged as he speaks. The pure hatred for Eli James IV is consuming his whole body, he trhows down his broom and turns to face directly down the camera*

"And if you want to send me a message, don't do it on a rocking chair round a lake, come see me face-to-face like a real man!! You want your main course after your appetizer? HERE I AM!! You just better hope that some of your congregation are there with you, because this Wild Wednesday Warfare, a CHRISTIAN ARMY won't hold me back.

*The Janitor has paced right up to the camera, red in the face and screaming he clenches is fists, over come by rage*

"YOUR MONEY, AND YOUR GOD WON'T BE ANY COMFORT, ONCE I'VE DEALT OUT THE ONE PIECE OF TRUTH THIS WORLD HAS SHOWN ME... I'LL TEACH YOU..

"LIFE. ISN'T. FAIR!!!"

*With that, The Janitor explodes in a fit of rage and takes out everythng around him. People, camera equipment and the arena around him are not safe from his tirade of terror. The camera loses picture but can still pick up the sounds of The Janitor, hell bent on not letting anything, or anyone, get in the way of what he's got to do.*