"Two years is a long time.."
I take a deep breath, trying to regain some oxygen as I suck in air. I'm not too exhausted but having just completed still takes a bit out of you.
"Seven hundred an' thirty days an' not one time did you an' I face each otha', Silas."
I take a moment to look down at the OCW Tag Team Championships that I hold in my hands. After defeating Uber Man, I was finally able to reclaim the other half of the tag championships that my father and me had won, many months ago.
"Tha CWF has seen many battles ova tha years.. except.. dis one."
I throw both titles over each of my shoulders.
"Y'see, I've been watchin' ya fo' a very long time. From watchin' tha rise an fall'a tha Coalition. Ta tha on an' off again relationship dat was yours an' Autumn. Ta even tha show stealin' battles wit MJ. See, Silas, almost every move dat you've made has been monitored by me an' I've been biding my time until tha right moment."
The cool Florida night breeze sends a chill over my sweat covered body. I shutter a bit but I don't let that deter me.
"I've kept watch as you worked your way up dat ladder an' sit a top dat ladda'. But on your journey ta tha highs, ya had a few lows as well."
I state intensely into the handheld camera that have sitting on a tripod.
"I mean how could we all forget dat fateful night when you powerbombed Tara through a muthafuckin' table?"
"Ever since dat day, apart'a me has been longin' ta put my knee through yo face an' now I finally get dat opportunity. Ya see a lot of folks may have forgotten about dat lil situation but now it's time fo' you ta get your final judgement."
I wipe the sweat from my face.
"Dat World title, I don't want it. Contrary ta tha popular belief dat I'm some kinda golden boy who only wants tha big belt. Naw, Mista' Artoria.. dis is about respect, pride an' honor. Somethin' dat I'm sho you're about seventy-five percent good at.
Come, Tuesday night, at Evolution 75, champ.. you get an up close experience wit tha baddest muthafucka ta eva grace a CWF rang. Just like you, I've worn dat big belt, but on multiple occasions with otha' accomplishments ta back day shit up. These days, tha only name dat comes ta mind wheneva' anyone mentions tha CWF is mines. My legacy is already cemented whereas you're just now tryna get ya ass off tha sidelines. Evolution 75, we find out just exactly who… is tha face of CWF…"
I smirk, waking up to the camera, ending the feed, bringing the scene to an end.
"The concession stands are now selling those cheap hotel room round soap disks that I have personally blessed for $100’s a bar….AND SINNERS….I suggest you buy one, and use it, because if you think your God wants you in his heaven smelling like a 3am New York City uber ride you got another thing coming."