FADE IN...
Open on Bryan Storms in front of an MCW backdrop, the World Title held over his right shoulder. Per usual, off come his mirrored shades, which he sticks into his shirt pocket before looking at the camera.
STORMS: I'll apologize for not talking to you sooner straight off the bat. I've been busy lately, trying to uphold this company's honor, and I haven't had the chance to come back out to the City of Angels for a good, long while.
But, now I'm here, and trust me, even though I'm not defending my title at the Finale show, this match, this entire show, means a hell of a lot to me.
Because as much as this match is about me, Dakota, and Chris beating the living hell out of each other in front of 21,000 screaming Los Angelenos, that isn't everything. This match, this night, is about honoring the vision of two men, and the sacrifices of many, many more.
There's a lot people can say about Christian Sands, good and bad, but anyone can admit he took a risk when he brought Major Championship Wrestling back from the ashes, especially with the caveat of not signing any perceived major stars, any former world champions. It was a risk, and even though he stepped back early on, I think it's safe to say his vision paid off.
Were we the flashiest? The highest priced? The biggest names? The most recognized? The answer to each of those questions is no. But, was the action we provided as exciting as anybody else's? Did the competitors who went into Stage 33 every week give just as much as anyone else in this industry? Absolutely.
That's what will be personified when Dakota Smith, Chris McMillan and myself go at it one more time at the Finale. Because the three of us, we were the men who built the lasting legacy of MCW. As great as wrestlers like Adam Benjamin and Karl Brown are, they are not what this incarnation of MCW is all about. We made this, and we'll send it off in style.
McMillan, you gave me the fight of my life at Zero Hour. You busted me open, you separated my shoulder, you went inch-for-inch with me, never backing down. In the end, just three seconds separated us, and they happened to be in my favor. But, I know it just as easily could have gone the other way, and I've said from that moment I'd be proud to go up against you one more time.
Now, we get that chance, and this time, nothing's illegal. This isn't just wrestling anymore, this is a fight, a display of heart and guts, and I know you're very capable of bringing your best in that kind of situation. Just as I am.
This time, three seconds will likely separate us once again. But, I don't intend to give those three seconds back to you this time. All the intensity, all the drive I displayed when I won my world championship, I'll bring it all back for the Finale, en force. Because, as MCW World Champion, I'm not going to let my legacy with this company be marred with a check in the loss column.
That's what I'm fighting for. Not a championship, not a payday, but pride.
Dakota, you're going to learn that too. As you've said, Dakota, there's nothing personal between you and I. To be honest, in ten years, I could pass you on the street and not give a damn. But, at the Finale, you and I get the chance to do what we do best, and that's fight. You get your chance to prove why you're better than the MCW World Champion, and I get to show that, when the history books are written, its going to be my name that will be there right next to the letters MCW.
You may not have any respect for me, Dakota, but I know you want what I've got. You want the chance to show that you should be on my pedestal, that you should be the one getting all the talk, that you are the true MCW champion. I want to show that there's no one, not you, not Chris McMillan, who, when it's all been said and done, deserves to be the man forerver associated with the MCW World Championship other than your's truly.
And no, Benji, I'm not talking about you. 'Kay?
So Chris, Dakota, this won't be about teaming up with anyone. This isn't one for all, all for one Musketeer bulls**t. The objective is plain and simple...
Be the last one standing, winner take all.
And I've got some taking to do. See you for the final curtain.
...FADE TO BLACK