And now, we fight (Styles)

[pollox]

Joe Beakman here, and I'm standing next to one of the most feared and respected men in the Biz, Mr. Pollox Troy. Now Polly, can I call ya' Polly? You and your brother took on the team of Ryan Fierhart, your sworn enemy, and Sylas Styles, another man who's respected in the biz annnnnnnnnnnnd...well. Ya' kinda got your asses kicked. They made you two look like you'd never wrestled a tag team match before in your life. How do you respond to that?

With a scowl on his face, Pollox grabs Beakman by his throat.

Let's get one thing straight. You address me by POLLOX, or not at all, you fat, disgusting toad.

He releases his grip...

Now shut up, hold the mic, and listen good.

He turns his attention to the camera.

Fierhart and Styles. I congratulate you both in a very impressive win. What can I say? You beat us. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen. A testament to the ability you both have. But I've never been one to let a defeat go unchecked. Neither of us are. Kaster's got a little something special planned for Ryan tonight, which leaves me with YOU, Mr. Styles. I've done a lot of research the last few days. Because I like to know as much as possible about the men I look to destroy. Consider it a courteous gesture. And oooooooh boy the things I've learned about you. Your strengths, and your weaknesses. One weakness in particular. One that just so happens to be in XWA as we speak.

Pollox inches a bit closer to the camera.

I know what's going on in your head, Sylas. "What the hell is he talking about?" But I'm sure in due time, you'll figure it out. A shame it'll be to late though. A crying shame. You see, there's more then one way to break a man. You can break his mind. You can break his spirit. You can break his trust. You can break his will to fight. And of course, you can break his heart. Think about those last two. That's you 1st clue, Mr. Styles. But what you won't need a clue for, is what happens tonight. You and me, one on one. Not tricks. Not smoke and mirrors. Just me, giving you a true tasted of what agony really is. Planting the seeds of what will become your ultimate downfall. But don't think I underestimate you my friend. Far from it. I'm not in the business of underestimation. That's the reason why I intend on going the extra mile, to see to it that your end is one fitting of your stature. Grand. Epic. And very...VERY public. Tonight, you and I go down a long, twisting road into our own private little hell. And once we get there, I leave you buried, battered...and broken. Enjoy the ride.

Pollox walks off camera, leaving Beakman with an uneasy feeling.

That's one creepy son of a bitch. Back to you guys at ringside.

To Be Continued.

*Open to promo response from Sylas*

[n00b]

A few segments later in the show we go back live to Joe Beakman.

I'm back, standing with one half of the successful team from May Day, Sylas Styles. Sylas, earlier I had talked with Pollox Troy and he had some very strong words towards you, and your match here tonight with him.

Oh I heard them. Talking about ways to break a man. Like he's planning some sort of, big time attack on me in some form or fashion beyond the ring. Well, Pollox, I say bring it. Just, bring whatever you got. I don't care if it's another brother, a mother, a sister, a pet dog you used to walk in the park day dreaming of the day you could wrestle and keep up with the likes of Ryan Fierhart, and ofcourse, myself.

He seemed to hint towards one of two things though Sylas. Either breaking your will to fight, or breaking your heart. Any comments towards that. Maybe some speculation as to what he meant?

Sylas smirks. He knew what Beakman wanted to hear

Well, he can't break my spirit to fight. That's like draining my body of blood. Too much of it to drain, it'd take too damn long and he'd get bored before completing the task. And I sure as hell don't have a wife anymore for people to play off of. So, maybe in some form of sick way, he's treating me as if I was his prom date that stood him up in high school, and slow danced with his best friend, thus breaking HIS heart. Maybe somewhere deep down, he's got some hidden anger issues, and wants to use me as his catalyst for revenge? I don't know what he could do, but it's not going to work. Just the same as tonight, his game plan, of getting into my head prior to getting into the ring, is one big epic failure.

He looks dead straight into the camera

Pollox, whatever it is you've got planned, you should have planned better. Tonight, your not wrestling the Sylas Styles distracted by some code source, or virus that makes human hosts stronger, faster or more agile. Your facing a Sylas Styles who is focused on bringing his best to the table every single night. So I'll see you out there, and chances are, we're all going to see a repeat of May Day. Where it's going to be all me on the offense, and all you taking a beating and getting laid out for the 1...2...3!

As he finishes the last words he walks off camera to the right leaving Joe Beakman alone to send it back to ringside