Shot slowly fades in from black to show AC James, in sunglasses and black pinstripe shirt, sitting on the balcony of a New York apartment, forehead in his hands, seemingly deep in thought. James sniffs, the sighs......

"Back to square one." James begins, "Back to the drawing board. After what was a very eventful Aussie tour for me, I've got to say that coming back here without any gold is....well, it's almost unbearably disappointing."

James lowers his hands and looks off to his right, looking out of over the New York skyline.

"But I've dragged myself up, dusted myself off, and taken a step-back from it all in an effort to.....survey the HWA scene." James continues, "There's places I want to be, there's matches I want to win, there's titles I want to hold as my own, and after taking some time out......I'm feeling like my focus has returned, that there was a thing missing from inside me at the PPV that I'd somehow lost along the line in those long, arduous cards and beatings I endured leading up to the PPV......something that I've got 'back'. Like a sick man regaining his appetite. A near-gone Vampire gaining back it's lust for blood. I feel......"

James looks to the camera and smirks, nodding.

"......I feel like ME again." James says cockily, "Consider that all the warning you need...."

Shot fades out as James chuckles to himself.