AC James sits on a folding chair in an old high-school gym, a dusty, worn-out old ring before him, nothing but silence and other folding chairs surrounding him.

James, sitting there, baseball-cap on, cut-off t-shirt on,unwraps tape from around his hands and wrists, his eyes locked on the task at-hand.

"It's unusual for me to admit to being a loud-mouth, a talker." James begins in a quiet tone, "But, of late, I've really held-back and been unusually silent, outside of the odd sit-down interview and the like. So to all my fans, and all fans in general that've missed hearing my soothing, golden tones.....I'm sorry."

James briefly flashes a wry smirk, his eyes not moving from his hands as he continues to unwrap them.

"But that all ends here and now." James continues,
"The silence is broken and you can all be at ease now that the one true great left on the HWA roster is back in the mix."

James takes a moment, leaning-back in his chair as he scrunches up the tape from his hands and tosses it aside, then looks to the camera.

"And speaking of being back in 'the mix', I'm certainly right back in the thick of it, taking on Ronnie McNeil AND Buff Bridges in a three-way-stoush." James says, "3-way-battle. To use the old 'land of the extreme' term for it, a '3-way dance'...[sighs]....god I miss that term."

"The mathematics of it is; three-men, two opportunities to win......two to lose." James continues, holding up a pair of fingers, then slowly drawing them back into a clenched fist, "But I've never been a great fan of numbers, of maths. Most of all, I've never been a great fan of multi-man-matches. I'd much prefer to take care of business, the REAL way....RIGHT way......one-on-one."

James looks away from the camera and shrugs.

"BUT....who am I to pass up an opportunity?" James says casually, "And an opportunity to take yet-another win over Buff Bridges AND lay the smack-down on the self-aggrandising and 'creator of bull$hit history' Ronnie McNeil."

"Gents, one-on-one, you two would've had a hell of a match." James continues, "But with me in the mix.....you've got no hope in hell of having your hands raised. So-says the greatest HWA Champion in recent history."

James smiles and nods, completely ignoring the camera.

"Oh, one final thing...." James adds, "Talon, you and me.....this thing isn't over yet. 'Belee-dat!'."

James waves the camera away.

Shot fades out.