The scene opens up with Michel McBride standing behind a bar in an Irish pub cleaning a glass. The place had a few people inside having a good time, laughing and cheering. A table was hosting a game of poker. A man was trying and failing to flirt with the barmaid and got a slap for it. His buddies laughing their asses off. The camera panned over the place before going back to McBride just as he finished cleaning the glass. He set it down in front of him on the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey. Michael took the shot with one gulp before setting down the glass again and filling it up.

"You know. I tried to watch some of the movies of my opponent. Why? I wanted to know if he truly was who he claimed to be. I used Google, Yahoo Answers and even fuckin' Bing and you they all came back with the same results. I didn't find a God damn movie this asshole has been in. So tell me. How can he a movie star if he's never been in a movie. I mean at least from what I found and that was jack and shit. I bet your ass he's not even Irish and that is a fuckin' insult to me people and I sure as fuck won't let some piece shit wannabe insult me people. Brian. Who the fuck do you think you are? Did you hit your head? Or did you just wake up one day and say you're an actor? Let's say there are movies out there of you. I will bet you all my xbux that they are cheaply done and low budget piles of shit. Unlike you Brian. I have done a few things here in the XWF. I'm one of the few who is an Quadruple Slam Champion. Five other people hold that honor with me, one of them being me brother from another mother. Peter"Fuckingstealyourgirlandgiveherthesuperdick"Gilmour.Not even the former Universal champ is on that list, The fuckin' owner of the XWF isn't even on that list but I fuckin' am. I'm calling you crazy now if you think you'll win. I'm Michael McBride and you will respect that. Shit. I know I could do better in movies than your ass. You know who is a better actor than you? Let's face it. You're no Joaquin Phoenix, You sure as fuck are no Daniel Day-Lewis. The Miz could dance circles around you in acting and wrestling. Yet you think you're the next Rock or Hollywood Hulk Hogan. Give me a fuckin' break. In fact. I'm going to break your arms just to get my point across with you. You don't belong here in The XWF. You're nothing more than a fake and a never was. Maybe you can act your way out of this match. That would be best for you Brian. Save yourself the trouble and just walk away and never come back or don't. I don't give a single fuck but know this lad. The moment that bell goes off and the match starts. You're in my world and you're fucking stuck there til I see fit to send you on your marry way. I'm hoping you'll see just how fucked you are. You made your bed. I'll put you down for night night time but I've grown tired of speaking to you. I'm going to get drunk as fuck, maybe shag the barmaid and then head my real Irish ass off to Savage. I'll be waiting Brian. Show up or don't. That's on you lad."

The scene fades to black as Michael takes his shot of Whiskey.