Tyrone: Do you see what you've done Banks? You thought you had me on the ropes. You thought it was easy pickings for your hand picked goon squad. I'll be the first to admit, I thought I was broken too. A normal man would go home, call it a day. Not met. I fought through the hell you put me in. I broke Xander's face with his own god damn cane. The number don't matter, I'll be the motherfucker that's walking out with that W. I can survive whatever you throw at me! You played your trump card, and I still won. You have nothing over me, the people know of my sins! And yet they embrace me, they follow the battle cry of the Hollow Ones! This is why my name is on the top of the card once against. The night we celebrate the history of his great company, it's not your name up there. It's mine. Myles is no fool. He knows exactly what my name brings. I got Xander's blood on my hands now Banks.
The scene finally opens to a darkened room, a single light bulb flickering off and on. A bat reaches out and pushes the hanging bulb, moving it back and forth as the light briefly flashes on the covered and hooded face of Tyrone Blades. His eyes stare forward before pulling the bat back, the bulb swinging freely.
Tyrone: And soon I'll have my hands around your throat! See I got one down Banks, and with my mysterious benefactor, you don't know what kind of, pardon the phrase, chaos he or she is going to cause. You hurt my family Banks. You took my money, you've ripped my arms to shreds. Your lackeys have brained me with my own baseball bat, they've interfered in my matches, but guess what motherfucker, I'm still standing. You can't kill what I've begun. The Hollow Ones is more than just a name. It's a symbol of our resistance to your tyranny. We aim the crosshairs right for your head, and we're going to pull the trigger. But until then, I'm going to keep taking titles. I'm going to keep making Vis Imperium look like the bitch made jackasses that they are. It starts at the anniversary show when I take my very first title back. I get to scrub away that mistake that happened so long ago and make it right. I get to show why my generation is the greatest era of WZCW. The two men that have been here the longest. Two Hall of Famers. And your World Champion is on the undercard. No one gives a damn about Cooper, his relevancy to our history is non existent. You haven't developed a god damn talent worth their scratch since you took over Banks, it's why the likes of Titus and myself are the ones that need to stand at the top once more, to show how the past, present and the god damn future will look like in this company. We've carried the torch for so long. We've made the moments that people will tell their kids about. You think of us as relics? We're the motherfucking cornerstones of WZCW. The very foundation, the people that built this from the ground up, that's what we represent. You mean nothing. Your name may be next to owner, and you think you got the cajones to think you mean a god damn thing compared to us? Nah man, I'mma do you a favor Banksy boy, just kick back in your big expensive box seats. Pull up some popcorn, and watch the pros do this. Watch as we do exactly what we do week in and week out, and put on an absolute clinic.
The bulb's swing begins to slow down when suddenly Tyrone reaches out and catches it, holding the glass in his hand as he lifts it up slowly, revealing his whole face as he narrows his eyes.
Tyrone: Titus Avison. You broke my record for longest reigning champion. But what they forget to say, is you didn't do it with the World Heavyweight Title. You didn't have the very best going at you every god damn week, thinking they can smell your blood. Oh don't get me wrong son, I'm impressed with what you've done. You've taken the Eurasian title to the heights that I should have! It should have been done when I started my career. Instead I got stuck with politics in the back. But that doesn't matter now Avison. You beat me? You prove that your reign ain't no joke. In fact Titus, I'll do you a solid if you can beat me, I'll raise your hand in victory if I lose. But you already know don't you Titus? You ain't walking out of the anniversary show with your precious title reign. Yeah we can call it the first against the longest, but I'm going to prove that I'm the best. That the Eurasian Title, just like the World Title, is synonymous with my name and not yours. You remember don't you Titus? I was the young gun coming up when you were running with the World Title. I helped take it away from you. I took away your opportunity to gain it back, and I ended up taking the title for my own. It was off your back I began my dominance. You were more experienced than me at that point, but we're not the same as we once we're Avison. Ty Burna vs. Titus. It would have been the most celebrated match four years ago, and here we are now, headlining the very show that celebrates the company that we both hold dear to our hearts. Now it's Avison vs. Blades. The two old hounds that reinvented themselves. The two men that refuse to go by the wayside. Simply put Titus, neither of us are willing to fucking die. But here's the difference, you cling to your title reign as your legacy. My legacy is not done being wrote. My legacy will only grow if I take that Eurasian Title. I am already the greatest, but I'm going to make sure everyone fucking knows it.
Tyrone lowers the bulb, the sound of his bat tapping the ground can be heard echoing in the room as he grips the bulb harder, blocking all but the faintest of light. The camera catches a quick blur of Tyrone's face, still staring ahead behind his bandanna.
Tyrone: Titus, we haven't seen eye to eye, well, ever. But this match is nothing personal. It's the two of us going out there, and putting on the best match possible. There was no one else for them to choose from that could represent what WZCW truly stands for. We've set the bar for so many years. We are the warriors to bleed out excellence. We are the ones that put our tears and broke our bodies, just to make this company the absolute best. It will be an honor to stand in that ring with you Titus. Despite everything around us, Vis Imperium, Banks, all our detractors, all our followers, the only thing that matters is we show those fans out there what we believe in. We are Hall of Famers. We are former World Champions. We've done it all. Main evented Kingdom Come, won the Lethal Lottery, but we're still here. We didn't fade away after we were inducted. We said our thanks and we went back on the grind. We fought to keep our spot. We took on everyone in our path to get back to the top. And here we are. But there's only room for one of us Avison. No more games between us. No more mocking of each other's gimmicks. They may think it's not life or death, but for the two of us, leaving without that Eurasian Title might as well be. So please accept my apologies, because when I hit you with that Click Clack, it's gonna be lights out.
Tyrone suddenly squeezes the bulb and it shatters, leaving the room completely in darkness, except for an odd red tint from Tyrone's eyes. A chuckle escapes him as the red tint disappears, leaving the screen completely black.
Tyrone: They say they've heard legends of him, but I'm the only fucking legend that truly matters.
With Love,
The Hollow Ones
