The footage begins, opening with a shot of a private jet flying over North Dakota going into Canada. But this isn't just any old private jet ladies and gentlemen. A large "TT" engraving on the jet's vertical tail highly suggest that this jet belongs to a certain billionaire extraordinaire. The scene change to the plane's interior where we see Mr. Moolah himself, MotherFUCKING Troy Turner, sitting comfortably in with an Iphone 5 in one hand and a glass of Isabella’s Islay on the rocks, one of the world's most expensive whiskeys. As expected, he looks expensively dashing dressed in a $90,000 Richard Jewels Diamond Edition tailored suit, $10,000 Louis Vuitton dress shoes and $400,000 Chopard sunglasses decorated with carats upon carats of diamonds and gold. On his phone, The Billionaire Bruiser and all around bad MFer is currently visiting XWF's website, watching some of his upcoming opponents & teammate's promos.

{Troy Turner}
I have to say, the competition here in XWF is starting to stiffen, almost as stiff as this whiskey of mine. It's only a matter of time before I'm mixing it up with guys like John Maddison, and now get to lock horns with Mr. Eli James and his team. But unlike most newcomers that bite the dust quicker then the time it takes to blink, I'm taking things one step at a time…

He takes a casual sip of his drink followed by a "Ahhhh" of satisfaction.

{Troy Turner}
…One sip at a time. I don't expect become the top guy overnight but I do expect the top guy to take notice. I dont intend on spending a damn eternity scratching and clawing just for a small taste of recognition. Some wrestlers spend years and years just trying to get themselves promoted from the independent scene. And when they finally get that big break, they choke the moment the realization hits that if they fuck things up, they may never have an opportunity such as this come their way again. The roar of the crowd, the sight of thousands of cheering and booing fans, the sound of the bell…everything you've learned is instantly forgotten and your time as a signed wrestler is over before it even had a chance to begin.

Troy briefly returns his attention to his iPhone 5, searching through the list of uploaded videos for promos from his 6 future opponents. To his displeasure, there is a news bulletin about Hunter Payne being injured by the ER. He rolls his eyes, lets out and disappointed sigh, before exiting the website and putting his phone away into his pocket. He kicks his feet up onto a nearby cushioned footrest and then turns his focus to someone who is seated directly across from him off camera.

{Troy Turner}
We'll you're awfully quiet, Miss Weinberg. I thought this was supposed to be an interview.

The camera's angle shifts to the left, showing the lovely Liz Weinberg seated across from the XWF superstar. She is wearing a black Dress Goddess diamond studded dress worth $14,000 and matching Orsini diamond shoes that are worth $500,000, not to mention sporting an abundance of diamond jewelry in the form of earrings, rings and a necklace. She looks to be in awe, admiring her clothing and jewelry. Judging by her facial expression, she feels like a princess.

{Troy Turner}
What's the matter, cat got your tongue?

Liz: More like diamonds have my tongue. I've never dreamed of wearing such breathtaking clothing and jewelry, not to mention flying in a private jet. XWF usually makes all the interviewers, referees, ring and camera crews as well as some of the wrestlers fly on the same twin-aisle passenger plane. Even most of the higher powers in XWF have to SHARE a private jet.

{Troy Turner}
Public transportation…fuck that. Nothing but the finest for me and the ER family.

Liz: You're telling me. There's nothing enjoyable having to share a plane with a bunch of grab ass wrestlers and horny ring crew workers. Some of them aren't fit to roll in the mud with pigs!

{Troy Turner}
So I'm guessing you're pleased that you don't have to sit next to Steve Sayors, huh?

Liz: Dear God, what a disgusting human being that man is. He tried to pay me for sex like some prehistoric Neanderthal. Fortunately, I was able to escape his greasy clutches and I'm even more fortunate that Im flying to this game in style, then to San Diego with you instead of that overcrowded, body odor ridden airliner. Although, you didn't have to buy me these lovely clothes and jewelry.

{Troy Turner}
Don’t worry about it. Like I said money is no object when it comes to me. I treat all of my guests like royalty and if we're going to be conducting an interview then we might as well look the part, am I right?

Liz: Oh I'm not complaining Troy (Giggles), not at all. It's not everyday you get to dress in your own weight in diamonds and travel more stylishly then The Royal Family.

{Troy Turner}
Unless your name happens to be Troy MotherFUCKING Turner. Whether it be a private jet, stretch limo or a Extreme Revolution helicopter… this is how I get from Point A to Point B every single day. I barely even know what a traffic jam is because I spend more time flying in the skies then most birds do. I've overheard some of my less wealthy friends talk about traffic jams but their methods of transportation are just too primitive for a man of my stature.

Liz: I envy you Troy. There's nothing I hate more then getting stuck in traffic during rush hour.

{Troy Turner}
Whats"rush hour?"

Liz: Nevermind. It's not important.

{Troy Turner}
Would you care for a drink Miss Weinberg? Niles makes an Apple Martini that's to die for.

Liz: Why thank you, that would be most lovely.

{Troy Turner}
Terrific. Niles? Bring you ass please …Niles? Now just where the hell is he?

Troy looks to his right and grabs a small bell that was sitting on his armrest. He jingles the bell like a drunken mall Santa and Liz covers her ears from the sharp ringing. Troy's private Jet attendant, Niles Giles, comes pacing into the camera's view dressed in an apron and rubber cleaning gloves over his lavish Armani Collezioni Classic Tuxedo.

Niles: You rang sir?

{Troy Turner}
Took you long enough.

Niles: My apologies Master Turner. I was in the middle of tidying the lavatory. Someone made quite the mess in there earlier before takeoff.

{Troy Turner}
Sorry about that Niles. I guess Miss Weinberg and I got a little carried away in there, huh?

Troy smiles at Liz followed by an arrogant winking of the eye. Liz however, returns the smile and a rather seductive looking smile at that. Niles loudly clears his throat to regain their attention.

Niles: What will it be sir?

{Troy Turner}
Ah yes, an Apple Martini for our guest. Chop-MFn-Chop.

Niles: And a refill for you, Master Turner?

{Troy Turner}
Might as well. Now less talking and more drink mixing.

Without even looking in his attendant's direction, Troy hands his glass over to Niles. He takes the glass and retreats to a nearby bar set up a few away from where Troy and Liz are seated. The camera pans back to him and her as Niles washes his hands before preparing their beverages.

Liz: You must be getting awfully excited, being just days away from Warfare.

{Troy Turner}
I'm more thrilled now as a twenty-seven year old man then I was at the age of seven on Christmas morning. I'm sure Angelus doesn't mind the all you can eat buffet of wasted talent and potential but unfortunately for the one named Eli James, My team won't even be on the menu. Eli, Merchant and Mystica can roll the dice and take their chances with the other two but my brother better not get even looked at wrong. Its very possible that this match will turn into all out chaos. I have to give Anj his props he gave me hell, shit he even had me getting taped up by Jeeves. On top of that he picked up yours MFn truly to join him this Wednesday. A fucking all-star team is what you have here Anj.

Liz: So what will we see happen in the ring with, Most of the Congregation along with your ER counterpart LJ Havok, in one corner. And you and this “All-Star Team” on the other?

{Troy Turner}
Liz, Im not gonna worry about what will happen. All these men will be at Warfare for one common goal in mind, The MFn Crown. I wont try and down play my opponents because I know the severity of the occasion. If all men aren’t 100% in it to take it all then it would be the fuckin XWF. LJ is fine the ER wont be far away and neither will I.

Liz: And what plans do you have for the ER?

{Troy Turner}
Moving up the food chain for starts. We won't be spending every week dealing with graduates from the jobber academy. Once XWF's higher powers start to notice the rapid growth of our raw potential, they'll have no other choice but to throw us bigger bones to chew on. Right now, wrestlers like Casey Jones, Diaz and all the rest might not even consider me as much as a blip on the radar. And they couldn’t be more gotdam wrong. Right now, I'm maybe an underling to them but give me a week, better yet give US a week to shake things up and then they'll know I'm not some spoiled little shit who likes to run his mouth and flash his money around like it's nobody's business.

Niles returns with another Isabella’s Islay on the rocks for Troy and a Apple Martini for the glittering Miss Weinberg. The Billionaire Bruiser takes a sip of his beverage and nods in approval, to Niles' relief.

{Troy Turner}
Outstanding job, Niles. I knew paying your way through bar tending school was a sound investment.

Niles: Thank you sir, your kind words are most appreciated.

{Troy Turner}
And how's that Apple Martini?

Liz: Most exquisite Mr. Giles, thank you. So you think Eli made a mistake with the talent he picked to face Angelus’ team?...Not including LJ of Course.

{Troy Turner}
I most definitely do. Although he may be my only real competition I have in this Wargames match, that still doesn't concern me to the very least. I've dealt with mountainous men like him on numerous occasions back in my early pro wrestling days and more often then not, David brought down the Goliaths. History will repeat itself yet again when I but heads with Eli and his band of lowlifes. I don't need to sling rocks to bring the giant down… I just need one split second to catch him off guard, maybe the sling of a fucking steel chair and his demise will surely follow.

Niles Giles returns onscreen, pushing a large table with wheels. He positions it directly between Troy and Liz and then lifts the lids from the dishes, revealing the meal that Niles prepared for them. The food is steaming hot and the smell of Cantonese roast duck fills the jet's interior within a matter of seconds. Liz looks at her meal, looking eager to dig in while Niles ties a silk bid around Troy's neck to avoid staining his tailored suit. He then does the same for Liz before leaving the scene once again.

Liz: This looks absolutely fantastic! I didn't even know gold was edible. This is probably the most expensive meal I've ever laid eyes upon.

{Troy Turner}
And now you're about to eat the most expensive meal you've ever seen. The worth of this food could clothe the backs of a small African country.

The two begin eating their food and time fast-forwards to the end of their meal. Both Troy and Liz's hungers have been satisfied and we see Niles topping off their alcoholic beverages before exiting the scene once more.

Liz: Shall we wrap up this interview with a few more questions?

{Troy Turner}
By all means.

Liz: We’ve seen your band of brothers, The ER. Seems like you guys like to attack people and some you’ve injured like the XWF’s own Hunter Payne. Can we expect to see this again in the near future? Furthermore can these wrestlers expect to see it happen?

{Troy Turner}
You know what Liz, It depends on how much of a fight they put up that'll determine their futures. If they lose but go down swinging, they'll probably be given another chance to fight again. But if they make fools of themselves, The ER will be chowing down on whatever scraps and leftovers the medics can scrape off the mat from the aftermath of this 6 on 6 WarGames Match at Warfare. Anything else Miss Weinberg?

Liz: No, I think that'll be a wrap.

{Troy Turner}
Well… seeing as we have another hour or so of flying left before we touch down in Canada, care for another "bathroom break?"

Liz: Lead the way Mr. Moolah.

Troy Turner leaves his chair, walks around the table between him and Miss Weinberg and extends his hand to her. Without hesitation, she accepts his hand and the two dart off for the lavatory, ready to attending another Mile High Club "meeting." Seconds after their disappearance, Niles reappears onscreen…

Niles: Master Turner? …Miss Weinberg?

It then dawns over Niles as to where the two have disappeared off to.

Niles: Oh for the love of…! I just finished cleaning in there!

As the plane heads over the states into Canada The cameras cut to static, signalling the end of the promo.

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::To Be Continued::
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