With a genuine smile, his words echo far and wide throughout the land.

[In Sean Connery voicebase]
Greetings, my friend, I hope my message today finds you in proper health and good spirits. Glad pauses a few seconds, his smile fading as he takes on a more serious demeanor. Some of us were wondering, Tommy- why not stitch up that pussy of yours and go back after that Federweight title you let some small Asian boy walk all over you for?

The pause that follows those words is a much longer one, as Glad allows those words to resonate with their intended recipient as well as the entirety of the XWF kingdom.

After some time, he proceeds: Don't make your fans look like misled, gullible fools for speaking of your trash talk game so highly. Don't let yourself look like someone who curls up and whimpers as soon as a viable challenge arrives on the scene. Your actions are a direct insult to not only the championship you held, but also to the entire audience who was expecting to finally see you work your way through an encounter with someone who poses a true threat. Moreover, your actions are an insult to myself and the entire concept of 24/7 championships. When you failed to successfully fend off the attacks of Ophelia, you exposed yourself. When you failed to even try against North Korean War Monger, you buried yourself.

Well consider this your open invitation to go ahead and dig yourself back out and accept the responsibility your falsely inflated and bloated reputation has dropped on those trembling shoulders. Go, Tommy, show us how it's done.

Turning to walk away, Glad hesitates and slowly looks back at the camera to add just a little more. I don't like people like you- running your mouth anytime you think you've got it easy; his voice becoming harsher and his disappointment in Gunn ever more apparent. Cowering in fear when you find out your running of the mouth is more of a leaky dribble compared to the real kings who occasionally grace this Kingdom of the Infectious Tongue. Hell, abandoning one title and thinking you have what it takes to claim another that sits much higher in power.

Go run that mouth, bottom feeder. You make me sick, Glad says with a sneer, shaking his head ever so slowly in disgust.