{XWF cameras show up outside an unfamiliar hospital outside of Florence, Alabama, the production crew has set up their equipment and is set to shoot. They pan around the hallway with patients being rushed into surgery, walking to the bathroom and frantic family members looking for their ill loved ones.

The camera turns a corner and walks up a few feet to see a room that holds a man named Jeb Kain. He has been in and out of hospitals for a few months now. The doctors seem to have diagnosed him with post concussion syndrome, leaving him dizzy and nauseous for good portions of his days. He is getting some rest in his bed when the camera turns completely around to the sound of a voice. It’s Troy Turner, sitting in a chair watching the old man sleep. Almost admiring his anguish. Troy Turner is in a dark blue suit with a white dress shirt, collar open, sunglasses on.}

{Troy Turner}
Sitting here, watching him brings me peace. It is a reminder to myself and proof to the entire professional wrestling industry of what I am capable of. Jeb… innocent victim. Wrong place, wrong time.

Shit happens right.

Time is an ironic word in this sense because I dont want to spend a good portion of it convincing myself and the entire professional wrestling industry that what I've done here was an accident. An innocent victim who was only guilty of bad luck, Of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, Oh, and having the last name of Kain. I warned the Bum-Kain if he spoke about my father I would shut him up so i found any trash resembling a elder of your trash bloodline and i took'em out. Spent a lot of time on that one…

{Troy Turner scratches the stubble on the side of his face collecting his thoughts. He cracks his neck side to side before continuing}

{Troy Turner}
…But after a while you come to realize that you’re living a lie. Your thoughts can play tricks on you… but that’s all they are…tricks. Seeing what you Want to see…believing what you want to believe. I saw a mistake…I wanted to believe that I could never be capable of doing such a thing. I wanted to believe that Old Jeb here would be simply....Collateral Damage.

Bullshit.

{Troy Turner takes off his sunglasses and puts them in his inner jacket pocket. He looks down and shakes his head… chuckling to himself}

{Troy Turner}
One day you wake up… take a piss, splash some cold water on your fatigued face, look in the mirror, crack a sly smile…and call yourself out..

BULLSHIT.

It's all bullshit guys.

Jeb Kain is laying in that hospital bed, his life changed forever........UNFORTUNATELY, Jeb was like this before i got here, Lucky. When i got here i realized tho, to destroy this old man for Kain opening his mouth about my Father, would be a waste. I want to take my career to the apex of this business; I want to be the talk of the f***ing industry. I always get what I want. ALWAYS.

But on the surface, this plan of “Collateral Damage” Ha…which in actuality was quite calculated… wasn’t calculated enough. It was just short of spot on. The master plan had one critical missing element. The master plan of making MotherFn Troy Turner the greatest superstar this business has ever seen is absent… something very important… a nemesis the people actually give a shit about. My actions were brilliant, my target was dreadful.

{Troy looks around the room… thinking about the Hours and Hours he spent trying to think on how to get under Kain's skin. Troy stands up slowly and walks towards the window…looking down at the hospital parking lot.}

{Troy Turner}
My opponent is a waste of time, waste of breath, waste of sperm. Joseph Kain couldn’t handle me on my worse night. I want something so much more not only for myself…but for the XWF. So here i think my 1st opponent turned out to be a nobody... a loser.

I went fishing in an ocean of XWF superstars… and retrieved Joseph Kain…Hell, I got myself a f***ing goldfish…

{Turner cracks a million dollar smile and takes a deep breath. Breathing in the success of catching the attention of his goldfish.}

{Troy Turner}
Believe it boys… he’s on the hook. See…I used my resources, my planning, my lack of compassion and regard for anybody’s personal shit… and got myself a little....insurance

Joseph Kain hear me out, despite what you have become, what you WERE is what I’m interested in. You may be losing your hair, you may hobble to the ring on some fucked up knees, you may have high blood pressure and now I know for a fact your a bum and so is your family. Despite all those flaws, and lets be honest the flaws far outweigh the positives at this point Joey, despite all of that you are still here in The XWF.

{Troy Turner walks over towards Jeb and watches him sleep within arms distance. He glares down at him.}

{Troy Turner}
What I have been waiting for Kain, that is what you represent. You’ll have to excuse all the mind games within such a short period of time Joseph…I’m making up for lost time. But they won’t stop…Joey in all honesty...

{Troy Turner takes one last look at the old man, he looks at the heart monitor then turns to look in dead into the camera lens}

{Troy Turner}
It can’t end. Not yet, not until I end it. Not until I end it…Joseph.

{Troy Turner lowers down and pats poor Jeb on the forehead. Troy leans back up, takes a deep breath while reaching into his inner pocket for his sunglasses. Turner nods his head up and down…almost convincing himself he is taking the necessary steps to achieve his ultimate goal. Troy Turner walks out closing the door behind him… slowly taking all of the light out of the room as the scene turns to black.}