AC James sits in the locker-room backstage, post-Havoc, HWA Tag-Team Title beside him, his head stitched-up, his nose taped, dried blood all over his face. James leans-back, resting his back against the cold, hard concrete wall behind him, his eyes heavy as he peers through slit-eyelids, gazing into the camera.

"There are so many words I could use to express my dismay at losing my match against Logan tonight." James begins, "So many words that I could use to shoot Logan down with, tell him that this means nothing, that I'm STILL the better man.......but when I break the walls down on my usual, self-aggrandising ways, words can't express how I feel about our match tonight......so I won't use words...."

James raises his hands, then slowly begins to clap, a wry smile on his face as he does. He stops, then sits up and rubs at his eyes, dried blood flaking from his flesh.

"Logan, you beat me, that's an undisputable fact." James continues, "You were the better man tonight, and for that you deserve kudos, 'cos it's not often that someone can say they got a 1-on-1 victory over me these days. Tonight you proved you're 'hard'. Tonight you proved you're a fighter with a lot more fight in him than people would give you credit for. And most of all, you proved that you're a CHAMPION."

"Which makes me wonder: WHY?" James says, looking befuddled, "Why are people not lining up around the block to take you on? Why are more high-profile workers not clamouring for a crack at your title? Maybe you and it aren't 'high-profile' enough for them, maybe they think you and the Spotlight Title are 'below' them.......honestly, I really can't figure it out."

"That said, hopefully tonight we went a long way in changing people's opinions, in showing people exactly WHY your title is one that people should be clamouring to get their hands on." James says, "And that you're one champion worth battling for kudos-alone, even BEFORE you throw the Spotlight Title into the mix."

"With that aside, you'll be seeing me again, Logan." James says with a smile, "Trsut me, you'll be seeing me again, ESPECIALLY if you've still got that title in your possession. I promise you that....."

James leans-back again, then closes his eyes while rubbing at the stitches on his head.