The camera focuses in on Mick Overlast sits alone in an empty WZCW locker room. He thumbs through the pages of an old WZCW Magazine, stopping when he spots a picture of him wearing the Elite X Title around his waist. His lips curl upward into a broad smile and he chuckles a little.
Overlast: Seems like decades ago, really
He looks up from the magazine and scans over the room; the lockers surrounding him belong to the present and future stars of WZCW.
Overlast: Ive been fortunate to get this opportunity at all with the way things have been going lately. Its not Kingdom Come, but it wouldnt have been right to steal a spot from someone more deserving.
Overlast looks back down at the magazine resting on his lap, taking a long, hard look at the picture a picture that was taken at a time when Overlast was thought to be the next big thing in WZCW. He closes the magazine and sets it in his locker.
Overlast: Blade, you remember that night you and Hammond came to me and promised we would run WZCW together? Those were pretty fun days, Ill admit. You came off as this energetic leader of men who could get guys to run through brick walls for you. You couldve left me floundering in the lower card, and wouldve made my first stint in WZCW a rather short one. But you saw something in me, and I gravitated toward you because I believed you would set the standard for greatness.
As time went on, again and again, I would see you falter in the big moments. And instead of rising above it and showing what it took to succeed in the face of adversity, you made excuses. Then you became distant after Hammond left. And then on the night of Aftershock 10, you skipped out on our tag match and made me partner with Phoenix.
My point is that despite whatever revisionist history bullshit you try to spin, you were the one who betrayed me. Behind the curtain was this feeble little man who wilted under pressure. Thats why I attacked you during your little goodbye celebration at Kingdom Come IV. You go around claiming I almost ended your career, but as I look at how youve come along lately, you wouldve been much better off had I been successful in doing so.
Mick pauses for a moment.
Overlast: I want my revenge, Blade. I looked up to you as a rookie, hoping youd point me in the right direction. You deserted me. I come back and try to restart our friendship, and you turned on me. Im so sick of your bullshit at this point, and it stops at the SuperShow. There is no stone Ill leave unturned; no bone Ill be unwilling to break to make sure it happens. I want to watch you bleed. I want to watch you beg for mercy. I want to break the little willpower you have left and make you quit, something youre extremely familiar with.
And once Im done, Im done.
You know, Blade, while you were gone, I was a rising star in this company. But as the past weeks have proven, my light is fading quickly. The SuperShow will serve as my final explosion, and my star will finally die. I just hope youre ready for the end.
The camera quickly cuts out.
