Hey Sylas!

[Chris Lionheart]

Chris Lionheart walks to the ring and grabs a microphone. He looks out to the crowd before looking dead into the camera.

Sylas Styles... I'm sorry I walked away from you at Overload. You came to TV looking for a fight with me that night, and you're probably pissed off at being left off the card... because of me. Fact is Sylas, to hear you propose what you did. A series of matches, not to find out who'll win this time, not to see who's the better man, but just to push each other to the limit - I just wasn't sure if I wanted that again. So I went back home, I thought about what you'd said, and here's my reply:

Guys like us leave the greatest wrestling legacy in the industy. Lord knows it's not because we are always on top. It's not because we're currently the best in the 'biz. Believe me, it's not because of either of those. I owe your student Brent Starr a personal apology for my abrupt disappearance from Chi Town. I left because I didn't feel I could hang with some of the guys I was working with over there... the same kind of guys I 'could' work with over here like Genesis, Crhistian Pryce, Lauren Kennedy. No, it's not because we're the best, but it's because when someone says the name Sylas Styles or Chris Lionheart, even new fans know who the hell you're talking about. Why? Because we have the kind of credibility that makes our sport go round and round. We are house-hold names in many companies and the industry itself.

The reason we were so successfully is we were two guys that love the business and would die for this business, were two guys that had passion for the business. We were living 'that' self-destructive lifestyle, we were wrestling and stealing the show. We were delivering on absolutely everything that we were saying simply 'because' we were firing off on all cylinders. We took performance to a whole new level. We were bad-to-the-bone if you will, and it cost me a few jobs in my time. But the thing is we didn't just talk about it, we proved it, night after night.

The fact is: Any time you see names like ours together, weather it be in Atlanta, Ohio, New York, or anywhere in between, it's something special. It's an event if you would. There's no honour in winning a World Title in your own fed, which is why I've never gone higher than the secondary singles title. I've never needed to. Because I used my brain and made my name in just about every other fed going, and I gotta say one thing that you will agree with. Once a World Champion: Always a World Champion.

You see we didn't just have 'the ideas', we had the 'state of mind' and the determination to get things done, and get them done right. You look around this business and you see things that we came up with being used as the standard. The ideas and ideals that companies are now built around came from people like you and I. The trailblazers that were doing it all before anyone else.

You wanna know if I want all that again? Hell... I can't promise to give you the old Chris Lionheart, but dammit I'm going to try, and I'm sure as hell going to give you everything that the current Chris Lionheart has.

[n00b]

As the crowd finish applauding and showing their love and approval for Lionheart in the ring, Sylas comes walking out from the back, dressed in his street clothes. Walking down with a mic in hand, he begins talking to Chris, and the fans.

See, that is what I wanted to hear. That is what these fans wanted to hear. Hell, that is what they all, we all, the industry even, deserves.

Sure, you'll get the new crop of bad asses in the back, using rehashed, refurbished and repackaged, near scripted, purely predictable words. They'll say we're out here, patting each other on the back. They'll call it a love fest, and that is because they are jealous. They know they aren't on the level we are. They know it will take them years to get to the level we've been at, and either stayed at, or raised up to a whole new plateau.

Sylas by this time, is at the ring steps, climbing them and stepping into the ring through the ropes as he continues.

They've not seen the world wide respect we get, night in, night out, in the amounts we get it. They'll claim they have respect from people, but it wasn't earned, oh no, most of these bad asses got theirs because people fear them, and won't stand up to them. That's not EARNING respect, that's taking it for granted. Others, get it because they can crack a joke just as well as they can be the butt of one. They ride the coat tails of their friends, and enjoy the free ride, being on the take can give.

But while all these new bad asses, the newer versions of US, which includes the good guys who do the right thing, were in school learning to hone their craft, we were reinventing the craft and shaping the way they got to the dance. Hell, you can call us the damn choreographers who laid out the god damn steps for them to take. They got here, because we intrigued them. We captivated them. We had them in the palm of our hand long enough, that they wanted IN this industry, to face us, to be like us, and to ultimately top us. Honestly, can they do it. Sure, some might get to that level in time, but they can NEVER be the originals. They'll just recite their lines we've already used, and abused, to get where we are and where we've been.

He begins circling the ring, looking out into the audience at people as he continues some more

These people come to see us. Some of these people have watched us grow from day one. Some, loyalists to our careers, following us from company to company. Let's be honest here aswell. If we weren't the top of the heap, we wouldn't have been recruited to come. We bring ratings, we bring talent, we bring credibility and a combined resume that even if you split it all up, into 10 seperate people, each would be named a legend and a credit to this business.

Nobody can take away our past. Nobody can take away our present. I've taken bullets, been hit by vehicles, taken falls from heights that no man should be able to walk away from, and after doing so, taken and held titles that meant something to the world and carried those titles on my shoulder, as if it was they were the one belt that meant the most in the entire world. Which brings us back to where we are right now. Both in a company that houses some of the best talent IN the world. The talent we haven't faced, the talent who envied us, the talent who will still be around when we're gone and the talent who wants us gone already, so we're not eclipsing their matches anymore.

We can take this series and ride off on top. No gimmicks needed, no feud, no bad blood, nothing but respect, integrity, blood, sweat and in the end, recognition. It's on us to put on a show to remember, and do so in every which way we can muster. To leave behind something else that everyone can measure their careers against.

Tonight, it starts one on one, simple straight up wrestling. The winner, chooses the next match. We carry this from start to finish. No distractions, no sideshow freaks trying to cash in. Eye on the prize at the end of this marathon we start. No need to count wins or losses, just who was on their game each night. Now I couldn't think of a better person to see this out with then you.

He then extends his hand, to the man he both respected, and hated at multiple times in their career. A sign of respect, and sealing of their deal.