A camera instantly comes to life inside Giovanni Ferrari's office.


Do you know what a huge issue with people today is? They lack passion. That driving force that pushes them towards something. Be it a new job promotion or an attractive woman they long for or a spontaneous adventure to embark on, just that - something, that lights a fire within them and inspires them to achieve whatever it is...no matter what. No, instead of holding their breath and taking caution to the wind nowadays....most people, sit on their ass and do nothing. They don't go for that something they need, they don't have that urge in their gut telling them that they want something so bad, it drives them to the brink. There's nothing pushing them towards that fleeting moment when they decide to just go for it. Who cares what happens? They're ready for whatever comes their way because at least they dove forward and tried! At least they jumped with both feet aimed towards that desire! People don't do that so much these days. It all has to be strict planning coupled with operating by guidelines, rules and restrictions. I can't live like that and it's a hell I hope to never find myself in! Yet most people willingly belly flop straight on into the mediocre cesspool that is just that. I don't understand - why? Why live without passion? It's ludicrous to me! Take my fellow gms. Those individuals I'm joining in combat.


Paul Heyman. A glutton. A fat, money hording, greedy, manipulative, no good scoundrel, who's only in this business for his own personal gain. Naturally, he won't take risks because a risk would cost him more than what he's willing to part with. He has zero dignity and he looks like shit but those aren't things that matter. No, you can call Heyman names and belittle him till you're blue in the face and he won't care. What he cares about is what gets him the most money and power. Oddly enough, his power and control seems to be very small here as of late and I can't imagine what money he gets off the unappealing wrestlers he claims as his personal army. Vellore Brommer can't win unless he's pitted against a nobody that reeks of failure. Kendall Sawyer is just an unattractive, less interesting version of Olive Pendershore. And Tommy Gunn is the most boring man with a history of combat, I've ever had the misfortune of having a conversation with. That's right. I've spoken to Mr. Gunn and he literally, made me want to kill myself during said talk. That's how boring he was. No mention of his glory days. Nothing was brought up about his time in the service. He couldn't even talk about something thrilling like hunting, a sport that you'd imagine an ex-sniper really getting into. No, he wanted to talk about a sale on sweatpants at Walmart and his nephew's dog. I eventually just fell over and that ended our talk. You'd be surprised how well you can stop things dead in their tracks by just simply tipping over and laying there. It's one of my favorite ways to stop the things that I'm not in favor of continuing and can't figure out how to end them. Seriously, just fall over. It works wonders. Back to Heyman though. See, the lackluster of life, cups of warm milk Heyman calls upon as his people, showcases what the man is missing. He lacks life. He doesn't have passion. Most of all, he's void of any ability to make a call that spices things up. Who wants to tune in and watch those three succeed? What's the point? It's like turning on a marathon of your grandmother knitting a scarf. Yet somehow this safe, uninspiring call lines Paul's pockets with money. It's the weirdest thing.


Not as weird as Archie Lawson. Not by a long shot. I have absolutely no idea what Archie Lawson is. He looks human but he sure doesn't carry himself like one. I'm pretty sure he's a robot. That makes the most sense. No one can be as brittle, dry and just devoid of all traces of humanity, like Archie is and not also be a machine. I mentioned lacking passion. He's minus humanity. I'd get more spontaneity out of a piece of bread, than I would Archie. He's like the living 40% cotton, 60% polyester sweatpants, Tommy Gunn goes for. They'd make an excellent couple actually. Just picture it. Tommy Gunn and Archie Lawson, walking hand in hand down a beach. It's fitting. It'll never happen because Archie's a robot and Tommy is devoid of the mindset that would inspire him to toss caution into the wind and just go for it. So instead, we can just speculate how things might be while they continue to exist apart. So sad.


Sad. Much like Miranda Tigris. I thought when she took up the ranks of Co-Overlord of Warfare alongside me, we'd see some real chaos. I thought there'd be no telling what would happen. That everything would be up for grabs and she'd definitely spice stuff up. The woman carries a machete in her purse at all times, how could she not invoke fury and fire in her wake? Sadly, that was not the case and every time I stroll by her office and catch her playing Flappy Doge on her phone, I die a little inside. She was supposed to help stir the pot. Lend a hand in making things interesting. Maybe even aid in making some managerial calls, with nothing but that mind frame and desire that a maniac who wields a machete has, fueling her decision. Alas, that never came to be.


Even Oz; though not one of my opponent for this GM Throwdown, fails to make decisions that aren't just utterly played out drivel.


This is the XWF!


Where are the people who like to shake things up? Where are the people who think and worry secondary after the fact of making a decision? Who decides to make the calls that causes the fans to scream with excitement and encourages them to tune in to the XWF because they know entertainment comes before well being and safety. Me, that's who. They want blood and I give it to them by the buckets! Who cares if a few wrestlers die. They are expendable. I'm the one who makes the gut wrenching calls and thinks up shit on the spur of the moment, while the rest of the gms just sit back and age badly. Without tyrants like Madison calling the shots and madmen like making the rules. Heck, without Witasick! Who else would be left to make choices based on passion? Nobody, that's who! The XWF would be a barren desert of predictability without me. I am the greatest asset this company has and it's because I have the desire to act before I think, that this federation is as OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT BUTTERFLY!


Giovanni jumps out his office window and proceeds to chase after - nothing. Nothing that's visible to the camera or to the cameraman's actual eyes anyway. Ironically, this sporadic act actually proves to be quite a sight to fixate on...as we fade to black.