The camera pans in on a depressed Maverick walking out. He is seen wearing but sweatpants, and a couple of heavy coats. It is unknown what else he's weraing since he's covered up so well against the attacking weather. Little bits of snowflakes rain down from the heavens and dot the sidewalk of which Maverick is walking on.

"Funny how being out of action only for a week makes you feel like you've been out for months, eh?" Mav said to no one in particular. His last few matches before his mini- vacation was a train wreck. First, he was screwed by Mastermind in a huge Six- Man Tag match, getting hit from behind with a chair as he was making his way to the ring to go against Evertrust, Hysteria, and the man who was then Gein. Then, without him knowing he was in a match, and therefore having no time to prepare, he went to Vinnie Lane's Halloween Shove- It, which resulted in Maverick getting drowned in a pool by the good Doctor D'ville.

Then, came the two matches he was really looking forward to, two matches a lot of people thought he could have done well in- first, the annual King of the Ring tournament in New York, which resulted in Maverick suffering a heart- breaking first- round lost to the 'Aerial Knight' Johnathon Heartsford. Then, came the match that Mav had clawed towards, bled for, and worked to get to his short time in his first running: the Television Championship. He participated in a Fatal- Five- Way against Heartsford, the same man who eliminated him in the KotR tourney, Gein, Justin Sane, and Gator, the Television Champion. The match resulted in Maverick getting pinned by Gator, getting shit on by Gator and Frodo, and getting his name legally changed to Iceman for a week.

Though Mav may not like to admit it, no matter how much he was downplaying it, he was hurt, physically, mentally, and emotionally. And he wasn't doing himself any favors either. He came back to the XWF, swearing to capture the XWF Universal Championship- currently held by one Theo Pryce- and booking himself in his return match on the November 19th edition of Warfare, against Azreal Erebus, a fellow returning competitor in the XWF. Then, right after that, he was facing John Samuels on the Thanksgiving Madness in a Number One Contenders match for the Universal title, the very same title picture he iniected himself into.

Finding a park bench, Mav eased himself onto it. A cold sweat was starting to dot his forehead. He had felt sick for days now, but he had decided enough was enough. No more stalling. It was time to rip into Azreal Erebus. Without another thought, Mav looked at the camera and cleared his throat. It was now or never.

"I apologize for my poor health. I would have done this under better conditions, however, by the way things are going, by the time this clears up, it'll be time for Warfare. Speaking of Warfare, I turn my attention to my opponent, Azreal Erebus, or as Frodo likes to call him, Cinnamon. Well, Cinnamon, take a note, 'cause you'll need it. The last time we saw you before you returned was you getting dropped on your ass and getting pinned by Justin goddamn Sane, and he hadn't wrestled a goddamn match yet. Seriously? I at least wrestled three matches before I kicked McBride and Samuels' asses to the curb. Meanwhile, you get curbstomped on by this goddamn rookie, and then you vanish. Without a trace. Poof. I mean, what the fuck? I at least let everyone know I was injured, and even then, when I was projected to be out for a month and a half, I took a major risk and took a new experimental surgery that got me into this event. You, meanwhile, didn't even try to explain why you were gone. Really? Unless if I'm missing something- and I'm confident I'm not, you just diappeared into the wind, giving your half of the tag titles to some troll named ???, and just decided to be out for like what, two weeks?

To be honest Azreal, I don't think you should have came back here. I'm going to destroy that ever- so- frail credibility you have and run your space-ass outta town, since you'll lose to me. Me, who got suffocated by X-Pac's balls. Me, who got framed for shitting on a belt. Me, who got drowned in a pool by D'ville. Me, who got eliminated in KotR by Heartsford. HEARTSFORD. Me, who got shit on by Gator and Frodo. Me, who had to change my name to the very same insult I had been antangonized with ever since I got here. I think you should get the picture by now, Erebus.

Meanwhile, what a fish that'd be knocked down if I beat you. Sorry, when I beat you. Former two-time Universal Champion, former Tag Team Champion, former Trios Champion, this merry list goes on and on. So, pretty much, we each have something to gain here. You need a win to restore that ever so frail credibility you have, and I need a win to prove I am a capable Universal title contender. I know I may seem like I'm contradicting myself by saying that, however, given the fact I have to go against you and then John Samuels back- to- back, and good ol' Theodore seems to think this is returning competitor against cannon fodder, if I can score a 2- in- 1, then he'll actually take me seriously, and since I'll be the number one contender for his title, we can have a great title match and all that jazz. And before I take my parting words, Azreal, did you notice something? Perfect no more, I am, however, if you've noticed all the matches I've been in, you can see I have never lost a one-on-one fight. And guess what? Our match is a one-on-one match. How about that, eh?

Anyway, I've said all I need to say for now. I had better get back home now, before I decide to blow chunks. Shame my body can't handle the weather like it used to. Ah well. I thought a walk and some fresh air could help me out, but it seems I'm wrong. Bah, ta-ta for now, Erebus."