To a house being built from the ground up. Take a quick notice of the plastic laid throughout the stripped down first floor. Some scattered tools and wooden beams accent the scene. You notice the sun has barely begun to rise, creating an orange glow to enter through the gaps where the windows will soon be.

You notice he's wearing a dark black long-sleeved shirt and faded jeans. Casual. Collected.

He leans against a bare support beam, watching the orange enter his new home, before turning towards you.

"This is just a formality."

"My opponent this week is something of a walking punch line. There's nothing ironic for me to say or do. There's no flaw in his character that's managed to escape obvious notice. Boring... Spent... Redundant."

"And after we've just dropped a bomb, too. Pardon me if that seems tactless, but it's the god damn truth. There's no war to declare. No flag to capture. I'm just sick and tired of hearing the same bull shit story with the same bull shit antics as performed by another bull-fucking-shit gangster wannabe every sick, sad day of the week."

"There is no going back. If you want the spotlight, bring something worth while to the table."

"And fuck you quite nicely if you think I'm being self-righteous. Of course I am, dipshit. And your snickering buddy next to you? Fuck him, too."

"Repetition has become the opiate of this sport. You're all too high on stagnation to see something bigger coming into play. But if you take your mind off the picture painted by the guy whose name rhymes with 'Cake' you'll realize that story already came full circle. Haven't had enough? Buy a fucking DVD. Put a swan dive on A-B repeat and watch it until you're positive that you're from south beach. But after you're done and look in the mirror and realize that you don't have bleach blonde highlights, consider coming to the realization we aren't obligated to care anymore."

"Stagnation, followed by regression."

"A Kelser keeps sobbing, stealing his existence from a Lifetime television movie."

"We're rewarding a Langly based on her A-for-effort mentality, despite not being able to follow through on anything."

"There's a Master lacking Armageddon, a group of poseurs being led by a Warrior who never found any real success of his own and somewhere in-between the subterfuge... nothing. You clear all the fucking smoke and you won't find shit to sift through. You're just supposed to watch with blindfolded eyes and be content with what you see. Not asking questions. Not standing up. Join a faction for the easy way out, or just coast along."

"The 'Black Wind' is just a name. A gimmick to sell you, 'cause I know that most of you are dying to buy into it. You're easy marks, after all. If Nightstryker can sell you 'Fractured Reality', I can sure as fuck feed you my own blend this and every morning hereafter. But I'm not just recycling what you loved to hear three years ago and dressing it up brand-fucking new. I have an idea. A belief that I'm going to follow through on. I'll win a match, then a title, and soon you'll want to dress like me. You'll want to talk like me. Trip on the same drug. You'll like to carry a sentence with my prose. You'll want to fuck the way I do."

"All I need is a thought and follow-through. What do you need? I'm asking each and every one of you to take off your blindfold and challenge me. Show me an idea that can rival mine. Don't just regurgitate what someone else has fed you. Spit it out. Choke on something new. Failing and winning is subjective, you can easily create your own definition for that shit. Take a chance right here and right fucking now, or I'm going to walk all over you. This is your one and only shot to take a risk - a leap of fucking faith before we're drowning in so-called AOWF legends that can't stand their own boredom. Today a Fley, tomorrow a Moran. Yesterday's Silverback bleeds into a fucking Charm."

"I'm not willing to accept this. I want something more."

"What do you fuckers want? Tell me. I'm dying to know."

You're sickened by what you've just heard. Or maybe you're inspired. Make the call now. Or just fade away.