"Oh, the gall of Centurion, daring to compare himself to the show-stealing, jive-walking, danger-talking phenomenon that is Dick Drizzle! Cent, when you opened that gap of yours, I had to stop and wonder, "Who in the Hell is this dime-a-dozen dullard?" Now, lo and behold, it turns out you’re not just any curtain jerking pissbaby, but a self-proclaimed ‘legend’ of the XWF. Hilarious!"

"Now, I may be 78, Cent, but while you were mastering the art of the snooze-fest, I was painting the town red night after spirited night, brother. Every dusk was a canvas, and oh, the stories those dawns could tell! WOOOO!"

"Now, you step into my world of glitz, hoping a smidgen of that Dick Drizzle dazzle rubs off on you. But let me tell you, Cent, it takes more than a pair of well aged boots to dance through life with the panache of Dick Drizzle. WOOOO!"

"Let’s get something straight right now, Cent. You see, every Tom, Dick, and Harry may age, and sure, most might find solace in a bottle, but what separates the men from the boys, the icons from the imitations, and ME from YOU, is the rhythm in our bones, the fire in our souls! While you’ve been playing house in your cozy cabin, I’ve been jukin', jiving, fighting and thriving in the real world, basking in the glory of the night and bathing in the fury of the fight. It’s a dance you couldn’t keep up with even in your prime, brother! WOOOOO!"

"Now, onto your invitation for a duel, and make no mistake, brother, that's exactly what it is."

"Cent, you see when you threw that challenge my way, you didn’t just call out any old fossil from some bygone era, you called out 'The Natural', Dick Drizzle. I’m Goddamned natural at everything I do, especially when it comes to fighting and f***ing! I'm that wild eyed son of a gun who’s been knocking ‘em dead on the dance floor and behind the building, way before you had a whim to step into this ring!"

"You claim I stole your gimmick? Brother that's just another difference between you and me, for me it's NOT a gimmick, it's a lifestyle! WOOOOO!"

"You can talk a big game, Cent, but when it's time to put on a show, will you step up or step aside? Remember, there's a world of difference between acting the part and being the real deal. WOOOO!"

"Cent, here's the real deal: On October 26th, I'm going to strut down that aisle, flashing every ounce of flair I've got, making the entire XWF universe wonder why they ever settled for anything less than 'The Natural'"

"Now, you've got a choice. Will you muster the courage to face me in the ring, or will you retreat to that secluded cabin of yours, drowning your fears in cheap liquor, instead of embracing that fire and wielding it like a man inside of that ring?"

"I know where I'll be, baby! WOOOO!"

"So the ultimate question, Cent: Will 'The Natur-Rawl' notch his first XWF win against a so-called 'legend', or will I be handed an easy victory because some washed-up has-been decided to no-show? Your move, champ."

With a final defiant “WOOOOO”, 'The Natural' Dick Drizzle struts off the set, the screen fading to black with the details of 'The Natural' Dick Drizzle's challenge: