Thurston: “I come into the GWA, the golden child, here to save the GWA from itself. Here to save it from people such as the one I face this Wednesday, the horrific Jim Daher, the Icon of Crap. I came to transform this once great venture from the pile of stinking elephant crap it has become back to the money-making machine it was, back to the G-fucking-W-A, one of the top federations… ever.”

“After a little time here, though, I have found that I have been going about this the wrong way.”

“Yes, Jimmy-Boy, I’m admitting I was wrong. For once. But it will be the last time in a long time.”

“Now, at last Wednesday’s Insurrection, I proposed a match. Under hardcore rules. Between myself, Azra’il Rosuto, and yourself, Jimbo… Yes, I am addressing you directly today ass-pirate, you and no other person. Because as I dug into your life this past week, you became more than an opponent. You became…. An obsession. And I have devoted myself, in these last few days, to knowing my enemy. To knowing you. I know your methods. I know your moves. I know how to get under your skin. You admitted so this last week. But, back to the point… I proposed that match… and it seems to be one that I am not getting. So, I will perform this Wednesday. Albeit, it will not be under the conditions I proposed, and my performance will thus be affected by this. I will, however, see you further down the road in such a match. When I have the belt, when you want it, you will get your shot… at my behest, in a match of my choice. Of course, if I lose this Wednesday, I won’t have the power to dictate that. But in all eventuality, I WILL have the belt.”

Thurston walks to the camera lens, so all that you can see is the outline of his face surrounded by a halo of light from behind him.

Thurston: “Whatever may come of Wednesday, let me assure you of this. A wind of change is blowing through this federation. Things will begin to change. It may start with me taking the title, you never know… But things will begin to change. It may start with the smallest thing. A change in attitude on the part of someone. A change in the dress of someone else. And it will escalate. And I guarantee you this, I will be in that wind of change. Because I am sick and fucking tired of this bullshit around here. Things have gone to shit, and it is now that is the time for the true warriors to rise up. The true talent will rise like cream to the top, to smother all the weak beneath and to promote a new generation, better than the one before, more powerful, more dominant than any that have come before. And you, Jim Daher, are of the generation of the past. You will be buried in the pit of despair, plowed under the dirt that will be shoveled by myself, among the many.”

“So… See you on Wednesday. And bring the belt, because I’m gonna be putting it in my championship case Thursday morning.”

As Thurston turns around and walks away, the camera fades out on the phrase on the back of Thurston’s t-shirt….

Thunder rumbles…

Lightning flashes…

Cold wind of change blows…

Something Wicked this way comes.