AC James sits back on a deck-chair on the balcony of his Hotel room in Sydney, Australia. His right leg propped-up with a small coffee table, his knee bandaged and iced.

James, looking a little pained as he moves said-leg in an effort to get more comfortable, then glances to the camera and flashes a smirk, nodding.

"I should've seen it coming." James begins, "This whole tour has been punishing for me, with the majority of nights having me booked for two matches, and not cake-walks either, which would've been a nice change of pace, at least once. But now we've got a PPV on Australian soil, something international wrestling companies NEVER do, which is a shame. But aside from that, it's another night, hopefully the LAST night, that I'll have to be wrestling in two matches, both of which invole championship gold. First-up, we've got this 3-way for the Tag-Team Titles: Me and Eddie against SoA and the Hardcore Icons......"

"....two teams that, yeah I'll admit it, haven't had their fair-shake as far as titles shots go." James admits with a sigh, shaking his head, "And for the first time in my life, I've got to say that......that's unfortunate. SoA's initial attack on Eddie and I rubbed me the wrong way, sure, but it's nothing I wouldn't have, or haven't, done myself. And since then, my attention has been drawn-away by a pair of a$$-kissing terrorist a$$holes, among other things. BUT, most of that hasn't drawn my ire like being called a 'paper-champion' while holding these belts, due to the interference of people like Buff Bridges, like......like DnA. Before this tour, and especially during it, I've always prided myself on being able to beat anyone, take-down anyone....WITHOUT help or outside BS. But during this whole tour, it's seemed like people have gone out of their way to make it look like the exact OPPOSITE is my bread-and-butter, that I NEED that outside interference to get things done."

"Well, at The Other Side, I'm going to go out of my way to prove that WRONG." James says, getting firey, "SoA, Icons, you'll be getting your fair shot at the belts, no-matter-what. I may even LOSE the belts just to make sure that there's no BS, and no excuses for people's losses this time around! And that means dealing with ANYONE I need to with extreme prejudice.....and I'm pointing the finger squarely at DnA right now. You two bastards get involved on our behalf....and I promise that I'll f**k you up! Comprende?"

James leans-back on his deck-chair, his eyes locked on the camera.

"It's time I start making things right." James says in a quiet tone, "And it starts at TOS."

Shot fades to black.