-static...then fullscreen. Freddie Styles is sitting in an office at 4Q. He's got the All-Star title sitting on a table in front of him.-

So we dance again, hey Deas? Didn't you learn the last time that you aren't on my level? I want to....I really want to give you a modicum of respect as far as taking this belt from me sometime in the future. I really....really...really want to have to think that you have it in you to stand toe-to-toe with the best champion in HWA right now. But Bryan...what have you shown in the last few months that would justify that type of belief in you. You're exactly what they say you are...a borderline joke. You are HWA's Glass Joe. You got your dream win, your one shot at being the man, and fell on your ass the first chance you had after you got there. So here you are. I beat you back down my mountain, and you climb back up again, hoping for yet another chance to rumble with the champ. I will show you no mercy Bryan. I will not take one ounce of pity on you. I will finish you like the old lame fool that you are.

And Matt...what happened at Havoc was nothing more than a receipt for your little mystery man act, nothing more. You and I will dance soon enough. See you all at Havoc...

BALLGAME!

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