Touching down at home after a well deserved vacation with the wife, Ronnie is standing alone on his balcony while Toya sleeps soundly in their bed. Ronnie looks out over the Birmingham skyline, as he loves to do, and begins to speak

So here we are again, Buff. Sharing a ring again. Last time we shared a ring, I'm sure I beat you quite convincingly. That was the last time I actually paid attention to anything you were involved in. You're just another hanger on, trying to ring out one last piece of glory from your battered, bruised, worn out body. You haven't been a real contender in over a year, yet here you stand, wanting a piece of me. Here you stand, wanting MY All-Star title. Here you stand, but only long enough to be knocked down by me once again.

As I've said, I know that I am the greatest wrestler in professional wrestling. I don't need that title for you, to show you that you are not. I want that title attached to my waist so that you can see a true champion as he enters the ring and watch, from your back, as the true champion exits the ring. I want that belt to show you everything that I am is everything that you are not. Everything that I have become is everything you aspire to be again Buff. I want that belt, because damaging your pride will hurt you a lot worse than you damaging my body ever did. I will get more joy out of crushing your ego than I would crushing your bones, as you tried to do did to me. Knocking you off the pedestal you've built yourself will be much more satisfying than knocking you into unconsciousness Buff.

Imminently more satisfying.

AC James, I am better than you. I am better than your little asspal, Eddie. I know this, you know this, and the whole world now knows this. You fear me, AC. You proved that in your actions, taking the cowards way out over and over again, trying to undermine me at nearly every turn, but you too, are no longer relevant

You've uncovered yourself for the rest of the world. Now, all that is left for me to do is uncover yourself to you. I want to expose you as the fraud that you are, and I want to do it on the biggest and brightest stage possible. Ronnie McNeil equals main event, and even though neither you or Buff are worthy of such a distinction, that's the place I want you to be beaten. I WANT your names on the headline opposite mine...the match everyone will be talking about. That way, once it's all over, and people ask about it down the road...Who won that match?

They won't say Buff Bridges.

They won't say AC James.

You two can't beat me. Nobody can, and there's nothing you, or this mystery benefactor can do about it.