Fuzz quietly walks out to the stage with a microphone in his hand. The graphic for the show hasn't ran yet. He's dragging a chair with him and sets it down in the middle of the stage. Fuzz holds up his hands to calm the crowd down, and to get their attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have come out here before the cameras started rolling because I need to apparently get all of this monologue out of the way, and just jump right into the show proper. The sponsors aren't liking the fact that while viewership is up, people are not getting what they full want and expect from this program. So yes finally Noah will be on the show proper, and to tell you the truth, it's about damn time. Every time something has come up and caused him to not appear. Tonight you we will all finally get to meet the man. We will sit down and have a candid conversation about his ups and downs. His personal life. His plans, his future. Everything is going to be on the table with Noah. I was told to not hold back one bit with him, so I won't. So without further adieu, I'm just going to jump right into my monologue, that won't air just so I can clear my chest of somethings that have been brought up recently. I know with everything going on in the XWF people only focus on Apex, and Page's grunts, and that's what is bothering me now. There is so much going on here, that people are just turning a blind eye to everything else. Sure I wanted the past to represent, but not for the sake of the present. All I ever wanted on my way back was for the current roster, the fans, management all to realize that the past wasn't going anywhere. First Centurion came back. Then I walked through the door, and it seems like everyone from the past thinks now is the best time to come back and resurface. Well it seems like they all have just jumped the gun just a little bit. Sure Page is getting what he wants, and that's only because he's a bitch. He'll just as quickly take his ball home with him is he loses. Don't believe me? Ask him what happened the ONE and only time we fought in the ring. I beat him. He cried. He left. Simple facts. When Main beats him, and I'm sure he will, it's not going to be a big shock when he leaves. It's almost guaranteed that it will happen. Even if he does stay he's just going to sneak his way back in there. This shouldn't be a surprise to anyone."

Fuzz looks around and some of the crowd are playing on their phones. Fuzz slowly walks up to one person and snatches the phone away from them.

"Of course you could not pay attention to what is really happening like this fine gentleman right here. I'm out here bearing my soul, only to be ignored or not listened to, and that's fine. I understand that everyone thinks of me as some old relic. Like a man out of time. A Legend without the tag. I know it hurts me deep down as well. Not, like hurt, hurt, but you know like it makes me think maybe I shouldn't have come back. I lost in War Games, and....That's it. That's all people have to say. I lost in a match against The Universal Champion, The Tag Team Champions, and a Legend. What did I have on my side? A broken Page, an even older MDK, and Rage I'm pretty sure didn't get the memo about the match until a few days before had, so yes my only loss since I came back was in a match where the deck wasn't just stacked against my 'Team', it was stacked against me. We weren't a unit, they didn't care for me, I still don't care for them. Bottom line is, a loss is a loss, but people bring up that constantly now. While the likes of TONY, brag about all their wins recently. Dolly, Centurion, Azazel, and Noah. Good for you. You see after a match the only thing I care about is whether I won or lost. If I won, I move on. I couldn't tell you the people I've beaten. Why? Because I don't need to remember their names to know that I won. It's the losses that stick with people the most. When you lose, it gnaws at you from the inside out. What could I have done better? Where was my one mistake?"

Fuzz tosses the phone back to the man and goes back to the stage.

"Literally everyone has thought about what they could've done better in the ring to win. There is always doubt. The reality of the situation is simple, there wasn't anything you could've done. What's done is done. You lose, you're supposed to move on, but we don't do we. We harp on the past like it's a living breathing person that can give us answers. It isn't a person, and it can't answer our doubts. Tony, I don't want this to break you. Seriously I don't, what I want is for you to realize that you are just one in a long line of people who after Warfare, I'll quickly forget. I'm not anticipating a loss to you, and maybe that will be my downfall. My Bravado. My Ego. The other thing every one likes to bring up like it's some sort of inside scoop. Yes, I think I'm the best. Yes, I don't think there is anyone in this industry that can go one-on-one with me and beat me. It's not a secret. I don't hide it. If I didn't think that way, then just what in the fuck am I doing here? Seriously. If I didn't think I could beat you then why bother showing up. Why even have the matches?"

Fuzz pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. He takes a drag and lets out a cough. He quickly puts the cigarette out. Looking at it with disgust.

"In the interest of fairness? Nope. We fight to prove we are better than anyone else. That's it. That's the rub. If I didn't think I could Do this I wouldn't. Tony, you think you can beat me right? It's not a trick question. You, deep down in your heart believe that you can beat me. Is that ego? Is it over confidence? It's neither of those things. What it is, it's the one thing that fuels us all. It is our passion for this business. I'm better than you, and vice versa. You can talk about all the wins and everything that comes along with it, but my EGO won't allow me to go down without a fight. This isn't confidence speaking, these are all facts. I didn't ask to be put in this position. I didn't demand it, no. This was an earned opportunity. Sure you could say whats-his-face, could accept this match, fine. Bottom line... I still won."

Fuzz sits down on the chair and leans back.

"What really gets to me is this, why do people always have to go out of their way to prove a point. Like Tony went all the way to Ireland to visit a Castle to prove.....A point I guess? I mean sure spend your money your way, but seriously, some green screen and BAM! You're anywhere you want to be. Castles in Ireland. Check. Great Wall of China. Check. The fucking Moon? Check. What I'm trying to say is I'm missing the point, or is it that there is no point anyways? You M. Night Shammalmadingdong mother fucker, that's one hell of a twist. There was no point. Got it, it all makes sense now. You have finally realized that this match is going to be the final nail in your title reign, so you've literally given up all hope. Kudos on you for noticing that and realizing. It takes a big man to acknowledge those types of imperfections. Me personally, I try to keep things simple. Everything about me can easily be found. Or you know you could just ask. There was a time in my life where I was down... I mean really down. Waking up in my own vomit down. Not because I drank too much vomit, but shooting too much heroin. I was ashamed of myself, but it didn't matter. It was a great time for me. And that's all I cared about. Hell that's all I care about now, in this current situation. Why am I telling you this? Well you said that you've watched loved ones die? Were you the cause of it? Because I was. The liquor is a crutch for you, that needle, and the poison inside of it, is my worth. Everyday that I don't use, is another day that I'm above the ground. It's another day that I get to be here. Your pain, while valid, means nothing to me. I'm only concerned about my pain. You should be thankful that your loved ones aren't here now to see you. They would watch you spiral out of control, lose everything, and end up in a gutter somewhere. Unlike me, I don't think you'd have the stones to pull yourself out of there. Soon enough Tony, you will be joining your loved ones, and that my friend will be a great day."

Fuzz holds his hand over his mouth feigning shock.

"I don't want Tony to die *gasp*.... Well not until after Warfare. After then he could put a bullet in his fucking head, and I wouldn't even bat an eye. Yet you don't strike me as that kind of person Tony. Not because you have like morals or anything, no, you just reek of bitch-made. I've been there on the table, no heart beat, EMT's trying to save your life because of a stupid action. It's not what they tell you it feels like in the movies. You feel everything. From the shocks, to the jamming of needles, to the bumps in the road. Yet you are left there helpless. You can't move, you're just frozen, unable to do or say anything. I've been there Tony, the road you are on is leading to one point. Take the easy way, don't make it difficult for yourself. Ahh who am I kidding, do what you want to stupid piece of trash. Drink until the cows come home, and watch everything turn a nice shade of yellow... You know from the jaundice... You know when your liver fails, your skin gets all yellowish. It's call jaundice, and pretty soon it'll be your complexion."

The crowd gasps, and Fuzz looks up shocked.

"No... that wasn't a racist joke. It was a medical fact. I'm just shocked it hasn't happened yet. I mean all this guy does is win titles right. The Hart Title, TV and X-Treme titles. Those are titles, you are correct. And yes you have done some amazing things to continue to win, but there is one thing you didn't do in all of your triumphs. You never knocked a man out col..... Oh he did that. Well then that's a wrap... Did he do a flippy back-flip thingy?... Huh... Did he submit... Damn he's done it all. Well I better just pack up my shit and leave. Nothing to see here, this match is over. This man is clearly... Just a fucking wrestler. got it. I'm no longer playing word games with you Tony. Sure I said the title was lower than my station, but guess what hot-shot, you just made it my station. Not by doing anything other than opening up your stupid fucking mouth. You said lets talk about titles won in the past year? Bitch all you've got is that Hart Title. You won the X Title in 2013 and lost it 12 days later. You won the TV Title in 2014 and held that one for about a month. This Hart title you've had since April. Looking at your past with titles, you're just about due for a loss. While you have held them all for slightly longer, now the pressure is on. This is the longest you've been at this point. Don't fuck it up now like we all know you will."

Fuzz stands up and walks to the edge of the stage and sits down with his feet dangling over the edge.

"Tony it's about time for us to wrap this whole thing up and put a pretty little bow on it. My insecurities as you claim are not that at all. You are making things up because you are spiraling out of control. You think you've got one over on me, and that's fine. You are going to think what you want to, but the fact remains you are wrong. I would continue to go on and on, but I'm not going to. This is where I leave it. Now lets get that energy up, and lets start the show...."

With that Fuzz pops right up and signals for the opening graphic to run. Then all of a sudden the lights start to flicker. Then a surge of power, and one by one the lights begin to pop.

*POP*

*POP*

*POP*

"You've got to be kidding me....."

As the final light pops, the camera fades to black.