It’s the dead of night in Birmingham. Not many people on the street, not many people awake at all...except for Ronnie. He’s awake…wide awake, sitting on the sofa in his home, on the computer, checking out scores on the ESPN website, then checking his Facebook for messages. He makes a couple of clicks, and he’s whacked a couple of people in his Mafia Wars game. He clicks on the HWA website, and sees that Hans has posted something, and he listens to it. He smiles a little, the frowns, and finally clicks the post off. He picks up the webcam sitting on the table, hooks it up to his laptop, and sets up for his own broadcast.

Hans...maybe you misunderstand me a bit. I know that you aren’t the one saying these things...but that doesn’t mean they aren’t being said. Maybe you don’t understand where I’ve come from to get to this point.

I was written off for dead twice, first when Derrick Hall nearly broke my neck in 2007. The second was after I left Buff Bridges hanging here in this very city, my home. Buff was the defeated one, yet he rose quicker in defeat than I did in victory. No longer a contender, not even worthy of a mid-level title in any company. I had nowhere to call home, as far as wrestling was concerned. My story from mid fall 2009 to this point is something like yours when you left and disappeared. We’re pretty similar, you and I, on the surface.

I don’t know you that well Hans. As much as I don't like you, there is a respect that I have for you, one that I see isn't returned. You’re no accident, Hans. You’re the All-Star Champion for a reason, and I doubt that was a fluke happening.

My past shouldn’t scare you, Hans. What should scare you is what I just accomplished over the weekend. I took this…

Ronnie reaches over to his bag, and pulls out the Asistencia Asesoría y Administración Invitational championship trophy, placing it on his lap.

…off of one of their very best wrestlers, whom is very similar in wrestling style, but very different in personality and mentality. I don’t respect him, and he didn’t respect me. He though that he and his band on men were better than this business, and they were shown their reality last weekend. Their leader lost his title, and he lost the tournament to me. But they aren’t you. You, I respect. So I’ll sit here and tell you where I come from.

My name is Ronald DeShawn McNeil the second, from Birmingham Alabama, and I do believe in myself. I believe in me when nobody else on earth will.

I am a cocky, sometimes arrogant son of a b###h. I’m also a respectful, thankful student of the wrestling business.

I came from the streets of this city I live in. I was down there, in the ghetto, struggling to make a way for myself.

Wrestling wasn’t my dream in the beginning; it was a way to stay alive. Wrestling kept me in high school; wrestling helped me get my diploma, and a college degree. All in all, wrestling saved my life, so I give my all in that ring every time out, rain or shine, at 100% or even 50%.

I learned from watching, because I couldn’t afford to pay from wrestling lessons. I was the first person in the gym when it opened, and the last one to leave when it closed. I soaked up every piece of knowledge I could about wrestling, because wrestling gave me a life to live.

To this day, I still train; I still watch tapes, past and present, in the hopes of honing and perfecting my craft. I’m always looking for that next good move, or the next great submission. Always looking not only to add to my move set, but looking at others to see if they found a different way to do something I’ve already learned.

Wrestling is my business, my heart, my soul….my life. The only thing I love more than performing in that squared circle is the beautiful woman that’s wearing my ring, lying in our bed right now. I’ve worked for 15 years to build my name up to be one of those you mention when you think of the greats of this business. I thrive off of hold the fans in the palm of my hand, bringing the wanted reaction from them with my moves and my actions.

I've never ran from a challenge in my life, and you know as well as I that I wasn't running from you, not one iota. You are the champion, you are part of the circle of champions. All you had to say was, "I want to face him for the title", and no one would have objected. Then, as now, if you win, I'd shake your hand, and work my way back to another shot. Yet still you haven't delivered on the challenge you put out there. This match was set up by Talon because he was in charge of the PPV. You haven't, not once, stepped to me, the circle, or Senester and said, "make the match". But I won't hold that against you. In your eyes, I haven't given you a reason to. Saying what I said about Vanessa wasn't right either. You want to count beating Buff as a win over me as well...then so be it. Considering Buff got his match because of Maniac interfering, it was only right that he failed not once, but twice.

Once upon a time you and I faced off, with the predecessor to the All-Star title on the line. You were at the height of your past glory with the Horde, and I was the undefeated newcomer making a name, having beaten the two men in the Horde that were under you as part of that 3 month long winning streak. I took that title off of you that night, and held it for another 4 months after that, picking up the tag titles along the way with Nightmare. But that was then, Hans. We were both different men back in those days, in totally different mindsets.

Today, You think of me much like I thought of you back then. That's fine. Think what you will. Call me a "petulant little child". Believe that my marriage isn't solid as a rock, ten years strong and getting stronger by the day. Believe that the attacks were random, instead of looking at the truth, that Maniac got what he deserved for interfering and costing me a victory. Your brother...that was to get your attention, and it succeeded. Talon...what's the point of walking away with a win if it isn't for the title? The point was already proven...I had him beaten in the middle of the ring, and I did it the honorable way, something I don't think you have within you.

So continue to believe what you want about me Hans. Continue to see me through your rose-colored visions of victory. I will continue to train, continue to look at you on film, continue to break you down to your most minute mannerism. Come Monday night, I will know you as well as you know yourself. You can't say the same, and that, dear Hans, will be your downfall against me. I don't hate you personally Hans...I just don't like you. Doesn't mean I don't respect you...and that doesn't mean that I won't make history repeat itself....believe that.

Ronnie takes a short little look at the trophy, before getting up and walking into his office. He turns on the light, walks over to an open corner, and places the trophy among the numerous other accolades he's won. He walks over to the HWA secion of the room, runs his hand across the All-star title he held twice, taps it with his knuckle, as to say, "I'll have you again by Tuesday", and turns out the light, walking out of the room and towards the bedroom, where his wife is waiting for him.....

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