Phantom v Mark Force v AJ Johnson v Mike C

[Mr. Mischoff]

The winner moves to the US Title Ladder Match

You 4 RP here.

[Mark Force]

“The King Of Old School”
Mark Force
1-1

ACT I


“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”
― Albert Einstein

We open to an enormous room with a large, board-room-style table in the middle. Seated around the table are Mark Force, Ryan Barrett (his manager? agent? lover?), and 2 representatives from GoDaddy.com (Dave and Melinda).

Mark Force : This is a nice room, y’all. I could totally powerbomb some fools through this table. What floor are we on?

Dave : The 11th.

Mark Force : Hm...maybe I shouldn’t powerbomb nobody. I might accidentally bring this whole fucking place down. One time, in Mexico, I was main eventing against some Hector Gonzales-type....and this donkey was in my goddamn dressing room. I said : “Fuck you, donkey. Get out of my dressing room.” That’s when the fucking donkey revealed himself to be a spy from my opponent. I picked up the donkey, and powerbombed him so hard....the whole arena crumbled. Now, it’s Mexico, so...you couldn’t really tell the difference between a toppled stadium...and just regular fucking Mexican decor....but, it was a tragedy.

Ryan Barrett facepalms. He’d spent hours trying to get Mark some extra cash flow. A GoDaddy sponsorship would have been really helpful. Ryan gets ready to pack his things when the the GoDaddy people bust out laughing. Mark looks pleased. He sits back in his chair...victorious.

Dave : I love it. That would be a perfect bit for our next commercial series. “Anything can happen”. People are tired of Danica Patrick, and we took a lot of bad press because of the SOPA controversy. We need a new fresh face, and while your face is neither new or fresh...actually, your face makes me want to punch toddlers. Your brand of comedy is perfect for us and our new ad campaign. You obviously have a ton of great ideas...

Mark Force : What the heck do you mean, comedy? I ain’t no comedian. I’m a wrestler. A darn good one at that.

Dave : (confused) Yes, and being a part of the campaign will be a tremendous boost to your career. You have these great stories that you tell, and you just deliver them with such passion...it really makes one believe it actually happened. It’s brilliant.

Mark Force : Hold up a second there, Mr GoDaddy. As I said. I’m not a comedian.

Dave : But...you just told a story about a horse, and throwing it into a building.

Mark Force : IT WAS A DONKEY, AND I POWERBOMBED HIM SO HARD THE BUILDING COLLAPSED!

Dave : That’s ridiculous. And untrue. I could go on the internet and I bet Id find NO mention of this anywhere.

Mark Force : What the fuck is the internet?

Dave : This meeting is over. Security will be here in 2 minutes to escort you out of the building.

The GoDaddy reps leave. Mark and Ryan sit in silence.

Mark Force : Can you believe those 2 little knuckleheads?

Ryan Barrett : Dude. I worked my ass off for you. I really wanted this to work. You’re on your own. Fucking GoDaddy wanted to pay you a boatload of money to sell domain registrations for them. He calls you on your bullshit, and you flip out and ruin it.

Mark Force : I was this close to putting him in a cobra clutch, and choking him out. I held back because of how important this was. You should be thanking me. He called me a liar.

Ryan Barrett leaves. Security comes and escorts Mark to the sidewalk. He’s got no vehicle, so, he must walk home. On the way home he sees a flyer for the next USPW event. He pulls the Mark Force doll out of his pocket.

Mark Force : Can you believe this shit? A 4-way match, and the winner gets a shot at the US Title in a ladder match? Damn. Did I ever tell you about the time I invented the ladder match?

Mark Force Doll : …

Mark Force : Okay, well....I’d never heard of the ladder match before. So, basically, I should still be given credit for the invention.

Mark Force Doll : …

Mark Force : To be honest, I don’t even know these other guys Im facing. Phantom. Mike C. AJ Johnson. Hmmm. Sounds like a bunch of nobodies. I bet GoDaddy never offered them billions of dollars to sell shit for them.

Mark Force Doll : …

Mark Force : ...Shut up. I like your internet idea though. WHere the heck am I gonna get some internet, though?

Right on cue...they come across an internet cafe. Mark walks in and talks to the barista.

Mark Force : Yea. I need … like... some internet. Im facing this guy, Phantom...and I don’t know anything about him. My brother told me to look him up on the internet.

Barista : There are some computers over there. You must comply with the firewall settings, and accept the agreement before using the machine.

Mark Force : I don’t want a goddamn computer...I need some internet.

Barista : The internet is on the computer. Click the little E with the circle around it, and type in what you’re looking for.

Mark just glares at the little punk before walking away and sitting in front of a computer. He touches the screen with the little E button, like the barista said. Nothing happens. He gives the middle finger to the barista.

Mark Force : Piece of shit. Doesnt even know what hes talking about.

Mark looks to his left where a young book looks on inquisitively.

Boy : Do you need some help?

Mark Force : Im trying to look up some information about my opponent, Phantom. My brother told me to find him on the internet. And so I came here, and he puts me in front of a computer?

Boy : I....I don’t know what you just said.

Mark Force : My brain is too fantastical for your little brain. I just want some damn internet.

The boy comes over and opens up Google Chrome...because FUCK Internet Explorer.

Boy : You want to look up Phantoms?

Mark Force : Yes.

THe boy does a google search for Phantoms. The wikipedia article for GHOST is the first result, and he clicks it.

Boy : Here’s everything you need to know about Phantoms.

Mark stares at the screen.

Mark Force : Ghost? I gotta fight a fucking ghost? I don’t know how that is even physically possible. I’m gonna have to have a talk with Frankie Image.

Mark can barely read, so, he just sort of scrolls down through the images , and picks up on a few words.

Mark Force : I don’t know what’s going on at all. (Mark puts the doll on the desk next to him). How is this supposed to help?!?

Mark clicks the back button and types in “Defeat Phantom” into google. He comes across a paranormal forum.

Mark Force : Okay. I need some prayers. And purification. I’m gonna need a pastor and a psychic. Shit is about to get real! Phantom doesn’t know what he’s in for! If Id known about the internet, Id have been doing this for years. Its like....a damn blueprint on how to beat my opponent. As a man of god, I've always got a preacher handy. And...I dont know what the hell "purification" is...but, Im sure we can figure it out. Phantom will be an easy target.

Everyone in the cafe is shush’ing Mark. He gives them the finger. The barista comes over and tells him to quiet down or risk getting kicked out.

Mark Force : Heck...while I’m here...lemme internet some more of these punk asses in my match.

He searches for “Defeat AJ Johnson” and finds some youtube clips of AJ Johnson promos.

Mark Force : Well. This was certainly less helpful than the last guy. Perhaps he’s just not famous enough to get his own entry on this internet thingy. That’s cool, though. As a seasoned veteran in the ring , I don’t need to watch tape. I don’t need to train. So, I don’t. People may call me fat, out of shape, overweight, or “that creepy guy who is always staring at me the window”....but, that doesn’t affect me in the slightest. I don’t go home, and cry into my pillow for hours and hours.

Mark Force Doll : …

Mark Force : Shut up! AJ Johnson, Phantom, Mike C...they’re all just names who you won’t remember in the years to come. Mark Force...the King Of Old School....will be forever remembered. YOU’D BETTER BELIEVE THAT!

Mark stands up and smashes the computer!

Boy : Who were you talking to?

Mark Force : No one, kid. Now, gimme some Skittles.

The boy hands him a few yellow Skittles.

Mark Force : Thanks , kid. Now...tell me where I can find Mike C.

Boy : What’s a Mike C?

Mark Force : Internet his name. He’s a guy Im facing next week.

Boy : You want me to google him?

Mark Force : Ew. Gross.

Boy : (types into computer) Okay...I have an address for Mike Callfield. Ill print it.

Mark takes the paper, and then smashes the printer, and then all the computers in the place. He lets out an evil laugh. Before leaving he stops...

Mark Force : (pointing to the boy) Thanks for them Skittles. MIKE C! I’M COMING FOR YOU!

The patrons of the cafe look confused, and the barista looks angry as he cleans up the mess.

Barista : (whispering to himself) Someday, Mark Force. Someday. Your ass will be mine.

[Phantom]

The scene opens at the end of Phantom’s match with Cajun Flames, which has been one of the best over the first two shows of USPW. The match has been back and forth the entire time taking the audience on a roller coaster ride of highs and lows in the match. However Phantom clearly demonstrates his knowledge of wrestling as the match begins to slip further and further away from Cajun Flames. Phantom manages to get off a kick to the side of the head of Cajun Flames while he was down nearly taking his opponent’s head off. Phantom applies a reverse cradle and listens as the referee’s hand hits the mat 1…2…and the bell rings.

*Did I not hear the third hit?*

Phantom breaks the cradle and turns to the referee with a confused look on his face. The referee only returns the look with a meek confused one himself. That was when Phantom heard the ring announcer state that this match was a draw due to time limit. Phantom’s rage instantly flared as he turned to the referee and began to scream at the top of his lungs. Cajun Flames in the mean time had made his way to the back already. The referee put his hands up as if it was somehow going to stop the angry former champion. Phantom grabbed the referee by the lapel and the crowd began to cheer as they believed they were going to see the chaotic nature of the former champion. He even went so far as to grab the referee’s throat as if he was going to chokeslam the referee. The crowd roared even louder before Phantom shoved him into the corner. The crowd began to boo Phantom as he rolled out of the ring and made his way into the back.

****

The door to Phantom’s dressing room slammed shut as the former champion proceeded to let his frustration out. The first thing that ended up flying through the air was a folding chair that was near the door, it ended up clattering against the wall with a loud bang. It fell to the ground and was soon joined by a duffle bag, another chair, pictures off the walls, and Phantom’s own shoes that were in a locker off to the side.

Phantom’s fury was getting the better of him. He felt the warm surge of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he thought about how close he was to getting the win. Someone had to be behind this, someone had to have screwed him, someone obviously doesn’t want Phantom to succeed. Suddenly a cold shock went through his body. He felt goose bumps roll down his arms it was a feeling he knew all too well. He turned to see a man dressed in black dress slacks, a white button up shirt with the top button undone, eyes that seemed be only filled with pure rage and hideous scars that littered his bald head. There was one particular scar that stood out and that was the one spread across the man’s neck. His very presence, despite the anger, unnerved Phantom.

Phantom- What do you want Aukan?

Aukan let a chesire cat smile crawl across his face revealing a disturbingly white set of teeth that seemed to light up the room.

Aukan- Well, let’s see. You are enraged to the highest point you have been in months, you are blaming others for you slights and you nearly beat an innocent man senseless on live television. What would I not want out of this entire situation?

Aukan let out a laugh that caused Phantom to cringe. Everything that the former world champion had gone through to get help and the slightest appearance by this man and it made all the improvements seem meaningless.

Phantom- I almost lost control. But I didn’t and I remained in control. Now go back to wherever you came from.

Aukan- I am not leaving that easy. Since you let Hades out of that cage he was in life has been hell in your head. Joker decided to paint the walls purple, Andrew constructed a giant mirror and we can’t get him out from in front of it, Megan is doing god knows what in her section…I mean she is your personification of lust and you are twisted enough. Then Hades is being all sulky in the corner.

Phantom turned away and flipped on the television that had the live broadcast playing.

Phantom- You are just messing with me.

Aukan got up and stretched his arms out in front of him. He let out another laugh and Phantom cringed once again.

Aukan- I wish I was but when you opened that cage you disturbed the balance that we had going. What are you watching by the way?

Phantom- Frankie Image announcing the main events for next week. He is stating who will compete for the United States Championship.

Aukan glanced at the television and shrugged at the brand new United States belt. He turned his back to the television and stared at Phantom. It was then that he noticed it, that Phantom was not the same man he had been two months ago. There was something about him that puzzled Aukan. He listened as Phantom’s name and opponents were announced after which the former world champion shut off the television.

Aukan- So when do we start training?

Phantom- I am going to start training, you are going to go back to the cesspit that you crawled out of and die there.

Aukan- Awwww such loving comments. But are you really ready to go against your tag team partner in the match? AJ Johnson, a former heavyweight champion who has done absolutely nothing of note over the last year besides getting beat down by men you beat down. Or are you going to slip up to the English bastard you can’t keep his mouth shut about the US for the first time? I mean you beat him senseless when you met for the RCW World title that he actually forgot he had faced you. HAHAHA

Phantom ignored Aukan and began to change into his street clothes.

Aukan- Perhaps the idiot Mark Force will manage an upset to go onto the ladder match. I heard he thought you were a ghost. Christ, they let anyone wrestle nowadays. I mean you’re absolutely nuts, you are talking with a figment of your imagination right now…or it is more like it is talking to you.

Phantom- Hence why I am letting you get your fun so you can go fuck yourself.

Aukan walked over to Phantom and placed his hands on Phantom’s badly scarred arms. Instantly, Phantom’s skin felt like it was beginning to melt off of bones. The pain was unbearable but Phantom refused to give Aukan the satisfaction of the pain.

Aukan- Then after you get by those fools you could possibly face your other tag team partner who is a washed up has been that can’t manage anything of worth not only in the last year but in the last five years. Or you could face one of members of the Pretty boys; I remember the last guy you beat down that was obsessed with his own image. If I remember correctly you set that guy’s legs on fire in retribution to what he did to you. Perhaps we will see the end of another tag team’s career? Then we have the final man in the other qualifying match, Shawn Starr. The only singles champion in USPW and currently undefeated in his first four matches. I hope he wins; I would love to watch that weakling be shown how to wrestle by the most dangerous man on the roster right now.

The pain increased as Aukan’s hands sank into Phantom’s shoulders.

Aukan- Little do these idiots know, whenever you have multiple matches in one night you always emerge with at least three quarter of the wins possible. You claimed a cruiserweight title that way, you claimed a North American title that way, you defended your title three times in one night and you made it to the finals in a world title tournament of sixteen. You have experience in this type of set up and you are highly successful. If I am correct you are odds on favorite to win the United States champion. But you could always use some extra help, just embrace the rage.

Phantom- Aukan, don’t bother. Like I told Hades last week I will not give into you guys anymore. I was on the brink of total destruction and you all were just pushing me further off the edge. The result would have been quite something to behold. But it won’t happen. You can bother me all you like but I will go through the rest of my career on my own merit as a wrestler, not because of some delusion.

Suddenly Phantom no longer felt Aukan’s presence and he quickly peered around the room. He was alone once again. Aukan was right about his ability in multiple matches per night and how successful he was. Phantom was going to claim the United States Championship this week and then the World title next week.

*I am going to make an impact that will be felt for the rest of the year.*

Phantom- I don’t need their help when I have the ability to train with another champion. One of the highest caliber and has made as big an impact as I have.

The scene fades to black as Phantom finishes getting dressed.

["Classy" Mike C]

Real American Heroes

It's a shaky start to our coverage this week, the effect being that of a 1960s video projector. The sepia toned footage starts to roll and we get a title screen..."Real American Heroes". And then the inspirational music kicks in as the captioned slides begin...George Washington...Abraham Lincoln...Jesse Owens...John F. and Jackie Kennedy...Elvis Presley...Marlon Brando...Michael Jordan...Madonna...and then...and then...and then the music cuts out. The slides seem to burn up and we cut to your next "American hero"...well, you know who.

Classy Mike C is outside the USPW "Ameri-Dome" sat next to a rather garish statue of a bald eagle. The weather is fine, especially for this time of year, and people pass by largely ignoring the man that on Friday nights they love to loathe. A few kids do look for a few seconds but a man in a USPW t-shirt moves them along...I guess this might be a little bit set up.

Mike C: How very, very moving that was. And you know what America? You should celebrate your greats of the past! You should look back, nostalgically, when to be an American icon meant something, when you earned it. Sure, Washington kept slaves and Lincoln was a closet case. And yes, Elvis was a fat drug addict and Jesse Owens was treated with disdain as a second class citizen by his own countrymen after the Berlin Olympics despite being help up as America's riposte to Nazi Germany's racism, but they all achieved greatness through talent, determination and perseverance. Not like today. Today you can be an American hero simply by flashing enough skin or wearing enough fancy jewellery. You can do it by being born into a certain family or by being active on Twitter. But it's no coincidence that I'm here directly after that montage, because as we all know America I'm your new national hero!

I'm not sure the people of America would agree but let's see where he's going with this. Mike C looks up at the horrible Eagle statue.

Mike C: Think about it America, it might not be easy to digest but it's true. I have come here on a mission to make you great again just like the original settlers came over from England. And sure, I might rip apart a few natives and trample all over their belief systems and way of life but that's the way we do things over here right? But what better way for me to cement my place as your pioneering new leader than by beating four other men to become the first ever USPW United States champion...

Mike C glances up at the Eagle statue. I don't think I can emphasise enough just how tacky it is...that's "English" English for tasteless, garish, horrible...

Mike C: Majestic, isn't he?

...no?

Mike C: But look at him, look at his eyes...

The camera focuses in on the statue's eyes.

Mike C: He looks lost, scared, beaten. I want to return the majesty to this fine creature, this creature that is America. And the first person standing, or more lying motionless, in my way is my old friend AJ Johnson. AJ...I beat you last week, but that was not enough. I've beaten you numerous times before, but they were not enough. What will it take for you to learn AJ? When will you wake up and smell the blood that I continue to beat out of you every time we meet? Let me make it clear to you...You. Suck. AJ. You are not a good wrestler and I'm pretty sure you're not a good person. You personify the very worst things about this country. You personify the arrogance, the ignorance, the blindness that keeps you steam-rolling on regardless, even when you're failing. You will be the first victim on Friday night AJ, you will be the first man eliminated from the match because you are just not good enough. But look again at this eagle, look at the angst in it's eyes...almost like it's a trapped soul...a ghost...a..."Funky Phantom"...

The theme to cult 80s cartoon "Funky Phantom" plays. Once the first line ("we got a friend, friend, friend in Funky Phantom!") plays it cuts out.

Mike C: Ahh Phanny, USPW's own moaning, bitching teenage Goth. The...ahem, "man" who hangs around with "Aukan" and "Hades"...seriously, how damn cruel were you and your friends parents to give their kids names like that?! Isn't that tantamount to child abuse? Phanny roams around fighting with his imaginary demons, jabbering on about his imaginary woes and no doubt spends most of his time hiding out behind the USPW bike shed listening to The Cure and smoking Marlboro Lights. You are America's paranoia. Phanny, you stand for all the American's who worry about (Mike C adopts a "seamless" deep south accent, similar to the one he did in his Uncle Sam skit...) them foreigners comin' over and takin' yo' jerbs! You might be a whining little Goth but you're also typical of conservative middle America; worried about the future, constantly threatened and, despite your "out there" persona, surprisingly conservative. In many ways I'm looking forward to beating you the most. But then again...let's speak to Mr. Eagle about the match.

Mike C looks up at the Eagle.

Mike C: What's that Mr. Eagle?

Eagle: ...

Mike C: You want me to burn down the Ameri-Dome?

Eagle: ...

Mike C: Well...ok.

Mike C gets up and takes a few steps towards the Ameri-Dome. Your narrator is starting to worry a little bit here.

Mike C: Oh...hold on a second...you're not real Mr. Eagle!

...phew! Mike C turns back around and sits down.

Mike C: Unfortunately the last guy in our fatal four-way match is probably close friends with Mr. Eagle here just like he's friends with...erm...himself...kind of...but as an action figure...who's maybe his brother? I don't know, and I don't really care, but Mark Farce represents the insanity of this country, the flagrant delusions and dangerous lack of reality. Mark doesn't know what day of the week it is, he doesn't know whether he's him or his sibling and he certainly doesn't know that the whole Al Snow/Head thing died a death twelve years ago. He's also probably the most dangerous man in this match. This is a man with no grasp of reality and thus no grasp of his own physical well-being. He won't mind being piledriven, or suplexed, or exposed to AJ Johnson's armpits. No, he'll carry on regardless. That's why YOU America...why you must get behind the one person in this match who represents a bright future. A man who has some intelligence and vision, a degree of panache and, yes, a whole bucketful of class. I don't want to be United States champion just for the glory, I want it so I can make your country a better place. And when I reach the final match, and I line up alongside my friend Shawn Starr in a legendary battle of the greats, I can already foresee you all getting to your feet, putting your tribal xenophobia aside and applauding two true legends of the sport. I have big plans for this company and this country and I'll be damned USPW if I'm not successful in pulling you all forward for a bright future. So join me...and my good buddy here...

Mike C looks up at the statue. Seriously, could someone please call USPW management and have the thing destroyed?

Mike C: And help us make a great tomorrow. Help us make a brighter, more enlightened future. Join me...and pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Soldiers of Anarchy...

The shot slowly fades into a United Soldiers of Anarchy flag. Somehow I think the USA revolution might not have many Americans convinced just yet...

[AJ Johnson]

*Scene opens to the inside of a standard wrestling ring. The ring itself is sitting in the middle of what l;ooks to be an old warehouse as it is the only thing in it. In the middle of the ring is sitting AJ Johnson who is sitting in a grey fold out steel chair. AJ is sitting with his head to the ground but soon looks up at the camera and begins to speak as he is looking into the camera.*

AJ:Change....

*AJ pauses for a moment before speaking again.*

AJ:Change is what needs to happen in my life. I have been to the bottom before and right now, I'm getting pretty damn close to it again.

*AJ picks up a water bottle that is sitting right beside him. He takes a sip and then sits it back down as he continues talking.*

AJ:I have ruined almost all of the relationships that I have had in my life. My wife Krystal left me and is in the process of filing for divorce. My good friend Brian Magnum no longer speaks to me because of my actions. And "Big" Vito Smothers decided to quit as my body guard and went to work overseas in Japan.

*AJ then begins to laugh at himself.*

AJ:HaHa, hell the only person that I still keep in touch with is my brother Jacoby and most of the time he has no damn clue what is going on because he is always wasted. But when I sit back and think, I don't need any of those people in my life. Hell Krystal was just a whore that I found in the strip club in Vegas, Brian is a follower who tried to go off of my accompolishments whenever I brought him into the GWA. And don't get me started with Vito, that fat shit was in it for the money and the food.

*AJ then throws up two fingers, one on his left hand and one on his right hand.*

AJ:Since I have been in the USPW, I only have one win which was for a title and one loss which came last week. Sure I won a title, but I didn't score the pinfall, I didn't do anything spectacular, I just showed up and was on the winning team. Then last week I lose to the one man that always has my number in one on one matches Mike C. My career started off so promising while I was in the GWA. Even before I was in GWA, back in the WxW days. I was the up and coming star. I came right in and defeated their biggest star at the time Remirez for the WxW Hardcore Title which in that promotion holds the same meaning as a world Title. I was on a roll and then signed to AWF and then it turned into the GWA. I am considered a veteran now in this business thatnks to what I did in the GWA, but now it seems to people like this vet should just hang it up. One of those people is the same man I lost to last week and one of my three other opponents for this week Mike C.

*AJ then stands and kicks the metal chair out of the ring. He then begins running back and forth on the ring ropes a couple of times before stopping and walking to the center of the ring. He places his hands on his hips and takes a couple of deep breaths before beggining to speak again.*

AJ:Mike you are one arrogant piece of sh.....

*AJ stops what he says as he begins to smile.*

AJ:Nope, I'm not going to do it. I am going to be the bigger man on that one. But Mike, you and I have a very detailed background with one another going all the way back to the GWA Days. Once again, yes I have never beaten you one on one but one day that will change. The fans and I don't get along with one another most of the time, but I feel as though I need to stick up for them and this company when it comes to you bad mouthing the U.S. I read where you said I am a bad wrestler. Well Mike does a bad Wrestler have a national championship in wrestling? Does a terrible Wrestler hold multiple Titles in many different Organizations?..The answer to those questions are hell no! I am one of the best in the world! Put me in the ring and I will prove that I am pound for pound one of the best techniqual wrestlers in the business today.

*AJ begins laughing at himself once again.*

AJ:Mike you said something along the lines of I'm going to be the first person eliminated in the match, I honeslty hope that you believe your own words because this friday, I will make you eat those words. I will win the match then move on and become the very first USPW US Champion. And after that I will go on and become the very first USPW World Champion!

AJ:Now Mike is not the only person in the match Friday, there is also Phantom and MArk Force. Both of these men I am not too familiar with. I did however go against Phantom in the RCW for the world title. I lost but Phantom I hope that you realize that it was a time in my career where I was deciding whether or not I wanted to keep wrestling. I will be the better man in two days Phantom and you will see the real AJ.

AJ:As for you Force, I don't know too much about you. I do know however that you have the same record as I do here which means you are probably looking to prove yourself. Well you are picking the wrong person to try and prove yourself up against. I will destroy you Force but I will make sure that it is you and I left in the ring that way you can go through the same thing as Phantom and Mikey. You will be able to not only see what I will put them through, but you yourself will also be able to experience it first hand..

AJ:My opponents are most likely underestimating me based on what I have not done here but I want all of them to know....Be Ready!!!!

*AJ exits the ring and heads to the door. Before exiting he looks back and smiles at the camera as he then exits as the scene fades tto black.*