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God · 06-08-2009, 02:22 PM

June 3rd 2009

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The scene opens up in a run down, broken city. The buildings look old and tattered and decrepit. The camera fades out more and more and you can see more of the same when it comes to the style of buildings. From the appearance you can tell that no one has lived in the house for years. The buildings look like if one decent gust of wind were to hit it, the whole building would collapse. The camera continues to fade showing a man in a black tapout sweatshirt in front of the building on the right of the screen. He looks at the camera and Rich Stone removes his hood and looks right into the lens of the camera.

Stone: Ladies and Gentlemen, let me welcome you to a place very near and dear to my heart. A place, that created an ECW legend, and one that birthed the future CWA champion. Everyone welcome to Yonkers, New York. The place that is becoming more and more famous as I progress through my career. This place is where I spent the first 18 years of my life and where I realized what I was put on this Earth for. That reason would be to drag this hell hole of a place to the promise land. I was born to be their savior, and the thought of that sickens me. As selfish as people say I am, I don't want to carry the burden of these people on my shoulders. I have enough to deal with in CWA, and I don't need the weight of these people dragging me down. Look at where I used to live, and then look at where I live now. It is a complete 180-degree turn around. You think I want to sit around here make people happy that I came from here. Not even close, I love being the celebrity that I am in Cali. I love the warm beach air, and the hot babes on the beach. I don't want to see any more snow; it reminds me I what I hated the most. I hated growing up here with a die-hard passion. Look at me now Yonkers. Look at how I forget about this place and I live it up on the West Coast. Stare at me in envy as drive cars that you all can only dream of having. If I go back and change one thing in my life it would have been being born in Yonkers.

Now in CWA there is something to me that kind of reminds me of Yonkers. That would bring me to you Dmac. You see Dmac as long as you are in CWA I will never bee able to shake the fact that you have beaten me. I need to get you out of my head. People will always compare me to you just because you pinned me. I will never be able to get away from that fact, just like I can never shake the fact that I was born in this place. Dmac you are a great athlete, and that coming from me means a lot. You beat me fair and square, no doubt about that Dmac. The only thing is that truly bugs me is that you actually think you are better than me. Everyone saw that match, you were not better than me and you know it deep down. Somewhere in your mind you know you can’t beat me again. That is why you have been ducking me. You’re afraid of people finding out that you do not deserve my title shot. That shot at Ultimate Pain should belong to me, and not you. That is why I called for this loser leaves town match. There isn’t enough room in CWA for both of us, and you know it. There is no way that as long as both of us are in this company that we are ever going to be able to settle things. There will always bee more and more heat between us, and quite frankly I don't think you are up to it. Dmac CWA belongs to me, and no one else. This company belongs to me and it is time for its Franchise to step up and make a name for himself. The days of people saying that Dmac is better than Rich Stone are over and done with. Dmac will be nothing more than a faint memory etched in the minds of the CWA parasites. Dmac, your future has been written in stone.

Rich puts back on his hood and walks away from the tattered buildings. The camera follows him as he walks to a blue Lamborghini parked on the side of the road. The driver side doors opens and the engine starts. Rich walks into the driver side door and then speeds away leaving a trail of white smoke and burnt rubber behind him.