Flynn smirks.

"Well, well. A surprisingly competent question from the mouth of Steve Sayors."

"Did you sneak in a journalism class at your local community college? Because that question was actually one that people should know the answer to."

"Bravo, Sayors."

Flynn ponders a moment.

"I have to, in the same breath however, question your sources of information."

"What sort of slack-jawed monkeys banging on typewriters are telling you in their monkey language that Hartt and Crane are going to steal any show?"

"Hartt, let's get this out of the way, is a non-factor. Some halfwits cite his 3-1 record. I'd prefer to note his three wins were against nobodies and his one loss was against Sebastian Duke. He's a lucky kid who fell head first into the main event and is about to break his neck falling against the brick wall that is Mark Flynn."

"Crane? If he shows up and pulls out a decent game, I'll let him stomp Hartt for a couple minutes of precious screen time. As long as he keeps track of who's running the show."

"And finally Angelus."

Flynn awkwardly clicks his tongue against his teeth a moment in thought.

"I'd prefer to keep my personal opinions in my promos where they belong..."

"so instead... Let's get a couple of necessary statements out of the way."

"Angelus is, more likely than not, the only real competition I have on Warfare. A viable threat? Certainly... If he had a competent partner."

"Angelus and I, have an odd feud going on... Despite our best efforts, we've never pinned or tapped each other out in official competition."

"He pinned me for the X-Treme Title in an unsanctioned ambush."

"While I, in a more technically impressive manner, choked him unconscious to win the United States Title."

"We've met in four different matches. Soon to be, five."

"And still. There's been no definitive end to our ongoing feud."

"Let me assure you, I plan to start it on this coming Warfare."

"When I become the first man to ever force Angelis to submit."

"And become a 4-time X-Treme Champion."

Flynn stretches, smiling, relaxed.

"Go on, Sayors. You've put me in a good mood. Hit me with another one."