The bell tolls thrice as this match starts off, neither man quick to attack the other.  T.K. because he hasn’t quite recovered from Razor’s sneak attack, and Drake because, well, what kind of fool rushes in against a near seven foot monster of a man?  Regardless they take this moment to get a good look at one another.  They’ve met one on one enough times to know what the other is capable of, but how will this affect the start of the match?  The two men start to circle the ring, both men calculating their first strike.  They start to close in and before Drake can react T.K. jumps forward smashing his boot into the face of the Dysfunctional One with a Cambrian Explosion!  The crowd cheers as T.K. places his boot on top of the fallen Intercontinental Champion.  “1…2…3”

Before his name can be announced, T.K. cuts off his music before grabbing a mic from a ringside worker.  The fans hush, surprised by the Evolution of Man’s actions. 

“You know, I remember a time when something like this was a rarity.  A time when every match on every card was as important as any other.  This is pathetic.  We have an intercontinental champion who rarely puts up the effort?  People taking cards off left and right?  And for what?  So they can act like they’ll be super prepared for Xtrememania?  Give me a break.  Razor isn’t the only one who isn’t going to be working after XM if you people can’t even get my blood boiling.  There are a few guys remaining I could say would give me a proper fight, but you know what, a few just doesn’t cut it. 

Say what you will about Razor, he’s crazy, he’s psychotic. But at least I know I’m going to go in there and fight him.  You see that shallow waste of a title?  Both him and I took that thing and made it something worth fighting for.  You see, Razor opened my eyes last week.  I was getting a little soft, thinking I needed to be a bit nicer, but that wasn’t what I needed.  I just needed a little priority check. Guys like Drake here?  Don’t even bother trying to fight me.  Razor, I’m looking forward to knocking some sense back into that thick skull of yours on PPV.  Just stop hiding behind that waste of an excuse about me kicking your ass when you returned and come at me now.  Hell, keep the excuse, just know that I'm more than ready to beat the holy living hell out of you one more time. 

But as for XWA?  You guys had better start showing me I have a reason to care about you.”

T.K. drops his mic as his theme goes back on as he walks to the back.

Cedar: “Some bold words from T.K. there stating that the roster isn’t enough to keep him interested?”


Dennis: “He cheated!  No way could he knock Drake out in one kick!”