AC James sits in a studio, opposite Mr. Herrington, HWA newsman and reporter. James, dressed in plain white shirt and jeans, his HWA Tag-Team Title laying on his lap, looks at Herrington, who readies himself.....

"Welcome to this special HWA TV broadcast." Herrington begins, "With me here is one-half of the HWA Tag-Team Champions, AC James, who's specifically asked for this time to address what he's called 'a disgrace'."

Herington turns in his chair to face James, who still sitting there, expressionless.

"AC, knowing your history, your character, and the events of this past Havoc, I imagine this 'addressing' is in regards to the situation with Talon Wilkinson's not handing-over the HWA Title." Herrington queries.

"On the contrary, H." James responds, "No-matter what I feel about the outcome of the CoC's 'hand-over', or the lack there-of, this isn't about that. No, what I'd like to address is one-pair of a$$holes who stepped over the line at Havoc......Curt Evers and Sheik Shakir."

"I take it we're talking about the live, graphic murder of two of Australia's symbolic creatures....." Herrington adds.

"That's right." James replies, "Now, I poked and prodded the Aussie crowd at Havoc. I played them like fiddles and, yes, I enjoyed every second of it......BUT, what TNT did, that's brought much unnecessary, BAD attention to the HWA. Their actions have angered the Australian press, the Australian public.......and most of all, THIS Australian-born Canadian."

"These two sacks of $hit were after the attention of the self-proclaimed 'god', Senester, but what they've got now is the boiling-blood of AC James." James continues, "This kind of thing, be it rape, murder, or ANYTHING of the like is unacceptable as far as I'm concerned, and quite-frankly, these two need a little 'wake-up'."

"A wake up?" Herrington queries.

"Yeah, a wake-up." James responds, then looks to the camera, "So here it is; TNT, don't worry about qualifying for a tag-title shot. Don't worry about 'playing the game', screwing with us in an attempt to get at our gold......you want a shot, you've got it! All we need is the match to be booked, and I'm BEGGING someone over the next-few shows to book it, because TNT, they've got some REAL pain heading their way, and I'm the one who wants to be dishing it out on their cheap-heat getting a$$es!"

"I don't care about the crowd's reaction, my fellow workers' reactions or even Eddie's reaction......all I want is those two, in the ring, A....S...A....P!!" James says, "I want to make you two worthless pieces of crap see your dreams of being tag-team champs, of being Senester's lackeys, fade, and fade at MY HANDS. You c*nts have bitten off more than you can chew, and it's time you realise that!!"

"That's....." Herrington begins, before being cut-off.

"I'm going to make Evers and Shakir feel pain like they've NEVER felt before, make them WISH they'd never tugged this tiger's tail, and most of all, I'm gonna make them BLEED!!" James says, staring daggers into the camera.

James stands up angrily and marches out of shot, leaving Herrington sitting there, bewildered.