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Time, something that most take for granted. This is not the case this instance. Time is winding down and so is the CEW.

The camera comes to life on the screen, showing images of clocks all stopping at the stroke of midnight.

Followed by scenes of wars filled with burning wreckage, tanks, jeeps, crashed jets, buildings burning by the scores and finally with the scene from Hiroshima. Total wasteland.

A slow build up of a funeral dirge as a single voice comes to the ear.

Hardcore… born of need, dead of no one really caring. Yeah all those voices cry out 'WE CARE'. No they don't, every one of them is concerned with one thing and one thing only. Money. Cold hard cash. Filthy lucre. Yeah that is all it boils down to. But see, here is where the world of hardcore splits from the rest of the world in one more way. We care about the business. Think about it people. WE formed an unstoppable force and look how fast one of us grabbed the gold title. The only ones we didn't get are the ones that don't really matter. That way, nobodies like Technical Jesus’s can feel all big. Never was's and has beens can feel good about what little they do have. Yeah they really care. For themselves.'

The scene fades from the war carnage and slowly comes back up to show graveyards, and funeral processions.

' Now is the time, when we see who has what it takes. Everyone knows people like Buzzsaw, Ezra and myself. We rule with an iron hand. Don't believe us, look at the power he have shown both in and out of the ring and arena's. But that is beating the proverbial dead horse. I hear all the talk about how we are going to go down, how we are supposed in implode. But already the other people, have shown they aren't ready or capable. You got Buzzsaw and Jakob Mayhem . An icon and a nut case that has had his ass handed to him more times than he can count. Payne? Get real. HE cant even win with all the help in the world. A rookie trying to walk in a mans world. Then of course there is good old Marsham. Mister I own the world and still he is nothing more than curtain jerker with a big mouth. Hell hear him tell it he could beat the Champ by himself. And he loses. Then of course you have team EWA. Made up of those who are the supposed stars of the place. Are they really? I could beat the living hell out of any of them when I was in the mood to. Then we come to the real point of all this. So tell me all the Mister I'm all that’s , what is it you are going to do? Yeah you are gonna do what everyone is. Go after Buzz. He knows that, I know that, the world knows that. But question is, are you prepared to do that? I don't think you are. And before you think I have forgotten tink again. I remember how I was treated in CZW and so many other places. So now you all have to wonder just what it is that brought me from the supposed big time to the bush leagues. What would make me want to step up and protect the world champ? IS it because I want the gold? Sure I do, but not his. Do I want to raise hell and do what I wish? I do that anyway. So then what is it that brought me out for one more go around and not attack the man with the gold? Wouldn’t you like to know? I will say this to you though. You may beat me, but you will never defeat me. Think on that. Say goodnight EWS when this show is done so are your hopes to do anything other than what I let you. Payne, Marsham, you don’t have one Hardcore Icon to deal with, now you have two.

The last scene on the screen is a grave marked with a headstone.