**Jay is seen backstage at a house show with a microphone coming out from the side of the camera. An exhausted Jay puts his lips to it, covered in sweat and with spit flying from his mouth as he speaks.**
I know you guys expect me to do this big speech about my match but to tell you the truth, I don't care about this Sunday. Is there anything worth saying here? I mean seriously, Terry, for being some big muscled up monster, you sure are a locker room geek. I know that you know that too. I mean, usually you sit in front of camcorder and cry and cry about your losses but this week you were silent. Admit it Terry, you don't deserve to be here in XMW or in wrestling period, you just make it look like a joke for a bunch of steroid freaks to join and get an easy pay day. You are everything wrong with wrestling Terry, it makes me sick to my stomach that YOU of all people have been given opportunity after opportunity, you have had so many shots you should have won one by now yet you still have the nerve to complain even though you have been handed the world on a silver god damn platter! I don't even know why I'm talking, you obviously don't understand what I'm saying seeing as it probably takes you an hour and a half to watch 60 minutes. Here's the simplest way to put it. I have a big bunch of bananas for you Terry, and I know exactly where you can stick them. The boys in the back hate you, the board of directors hate you and everyone around the world viewing this world hates you. You're a lazy, egotistical bitch who spends more time bitching than wrestling and to tell you the truth you don't just need another life you need another career because this business is meant for real men. I'm done, get that camera out of my face.
**Jay pushes away the mic, gets up and grabs a bottle of water, walking away to roam around.**