[ Chapter 4 ] - Ore wa ochinchin ga daisuke nandayo...
Apr 28, 2021 19:13:33 GMT -5
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Video Title: "Ore wa ochinchin ga daisuke nandayo..."
Video Title: "Ore wa ochinchin ga daisuke nandayo..."
[ Returning to clips from the YouShoot filmed, the feed fades in cold and mid-conversation. Graham and Jeremy are both sitting back down and chatting with the interviewer. As Jeremy begins speaking, a small graphic at the bottom left appears promoting the full interview with much more details being available for purchase. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Okay. So the whole X3W thing...I started taking off, like people loved to hate me and I felt like people cared more about me as a heel than as a face. Sounds weird but that's wrestling logic for you. So you have me, smoking weed, cursing, cheating to win matches, working stiff, I was hashtag on that heel shit. A 120 pound mother who drinks wine with dinner once every four years was the perfect nemesis. My problem was, I didn't want to admit just how much of what I said out there was a shoot. I really was that pessimistic about life. I had a lot of things I didn't want to admit. I was on pills. Mountains of different pills…
[ Interviewer ]: Like, painkillers? Or?
[ Jeremy nods. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: He was a walking Drug Mart, dude. One time we found him passed out in the bathroom, mask on...full gear on...and he has shat all over the bathroom stall. It's everywhere. We wake him up, and this motherfucker just gets up and walks into the shower, just turns it on cold, doesn't take any of the ring gear off or nothing...then goes out there and wrestles. For fifteen minutes. And doesn't sell SHIT, let alone smelling faintly like it...
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I was so fucked up it didn't matter to me. Brydon wants to split up Ariel and I, does this weird story where she gets kidnapped…
[ Graham Clauson ]: But, note that this wasn’t the first kidnapping storyline that had gone down in X3W.
[ Interviewer ]: So clearly somebody had some fucking kidnapping fetish in creative.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Get this, though...this time, the kidnapper - Psycho Soldier - he came to us after the whole thing started and was like "hey, this isn't my thing, I don't disrespect women" and I was slumped over in the god damn corner like "bring me another bottle of Somas and I'll do a job to Maddie McFucktits, yeah sure whatever you want...what's that, take a bump for the kid we literally booked after watching him wrestle on a trampoline in his backyard…"
[ Graham Clauson ]: Nathan Saniti, or Samuel-Piper?
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Yes.
[ Graham Clauson ]: You heard it from the horse’s mouth folks: Our World Champion was so fucking strung out on booze and pills he would’ve fucked Adelaide Ainsworth.
[ Interviewer dies laughing at this interjection involving Adelaide Ainsworth, a rather skilled female competitor who runs a...well, bluntly, her gimmick is she’s a nasty, drunken whore. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Yes.
[ Everybody in front of the camera now joins the interviewer. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: And YES, she is going in the Ho Bag!
[ YouShoot’s editing for the win, as the infamous “YOOOOOOU’S A HOOOOO!” sound effect gets played after the mention of their infamous “Ho Bag” segments as Jeremy and Graham let out a short chuckle. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Nah - she is the ENTIRE Ho Bag!
[ Once again, like getting slimed for saying “I don’t know” on “You Can’t Do That On Television”, the “YOOOOOOU’S A HOOOOO!” sound effect is triggered. The Interviewer still dying laughing on the other end, a bit of chuckling from Jeremy and Graham before Jeremy picks back up. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: But yeah, man...I was so far gone I had no clue what was happening with management, the struggle there...I should have played politics and exercised my right to sit in on those meetings. I should have been there. I blame myself sometimes.
[ Graham Clauson ]: You honestly shouldn’t, man… If you think about it, Brydon basically legitimately had me as the backup contact for the entire company towards the end and you only saw the end of what happened when you and I finally got on the same page?
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Yeah but still...X3 should have survived. We had a lot of people behind us. Our shows got good reviews. We sold tickets. It all just fell apart and I was too blitzed to notice.
[ Graham Clauson ]: Hell, good ol’ Bowser was the CWC North American Champion during that entire deal, so you would’ve thought we had recognition as a major force in the Independent wrestling scene with a television broadcast contract.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Business was just up then...there was so much more talent then. There's talent now, don't get me wrong. But THEN? Half our roster were either former World Champions or became future World Champions. Last year I won my fifth and final World Championship.
[ Interviewer ]: If I recall, the final contracted roster of X3W contained nothing but former World Champions that were recognized under the Evolution Wrestling, PWO and X3W banners?
[ Graham Clauson ]: Yep! It was Jeremy, Kris Keebler, Katherine Stryfe, Andrew “Crazy KYD” Riviera, and of all people, Jonny fuckin’ Briggs. Jonny was the only guy in the remaining contracted roster before we closed out officially that actually had not held any World Championships under our banner, and he was starting to really get over with crowds in general.
[ Interviewer ]: I recall he was starting to raise up towards the upper middle card before the shop closed.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: It was a damn shame. I would have done anything for that dude. And when we all scattered he didn't go anywhere else after that. I wish he'd came with us to San Diego. Even if we wouldn't have worked together.
[ Graham Clauson ]: He was a good talent, and that’s no shade being thrown in any way there. I think he would’ve done well since he was willing to be the dumb oaf on camera, but he knew how to work that fucking ring and the crowd. By the time he would’ve gotten any traction, we’d have killed it by then with our stupid bullshit involving Panda.
[ Interviewer ]: Now, although a lot of people know about the infamous Pandagate incident where your team formation shut the place down.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Let's be real here, too. Catholic Panda Wrestling was literally nothing but dumb oafs on camera. They had a bear that would drag out people who didn't want to show up for their match, and the owner let her five year old do the ring announcing. The difference between what we were doing and what they were doing was night and day.
[ Interviewer ]: Oh my God, I remember having to find their shows online just to confirm this wasn’t a joke. I remember hearing about this place that was supposed to be like the American equivalent to Japan’s DDT and comedy-based promotions...
[ Graham Clauson ]: And as you saw and heard, no fucking joke, this five-year-old with a clear need to go to speech therapy was doing the fucking ring announcing.
[ Interviewer ]: Yes!
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Come on man, she was doing her best in front of sold out crowds. I remember the one time she got my name right and I celebrated like I just got elected President.
[ Graham Clauson ]: And please don’t get me wrong, I had trouble pronouncing my T-H’s coming out as F’s learning to talk and had to go to speech therapy myself. It’s no shade on the girl at all, she was totally a kid and a blast to watch her have fun.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: But, it didn’t change the fact that her mother didn’t know how to run a promotion that didn’t look like Dr. Rockso’s Cirque du Cocaine.
[ Interviewer ]: And you two feeling held back by multiple sets of different management is how you two ended up finally coming together, the way I understood things?
[ Graham Clauson ]: Oh, one-hundred. The whole forming of the Shoot Kings team itself was, for all intents and purposes, a total shoot. We were both frustrated in our in-ring careers after having a harsh night on one of Catholic’s big premium events, X3W was pretty much on life support, and I was still effectively some green-chipper with less than a handful of matches under his belt before joining the promotion.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: But here's the thing. We're brothers now. Then? We barely knew each other and most of that was spent at each other's throats. I would say that Brydon tried to play us against each other, but that would require him to have been smart enough to have a plan. So I couldn't just call him up and have a conversation. I knew I had to make a statement. So I grabbed a camera and got their attention.
[ Graham Clauson ]: Yeah... You found the place Brydon and I were living in, found the new car I had bought him for his birthday, smashed out the windows and literally pissed all over it like the fucking dog you are.
[ Jeremy dies laughing, the interviewer stunned and unsure how to process this revelation. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Instead of acting like a normal human being and sending me a message like “Hey, we need to talk, no BS or games.” Nope, he decides that acting like a feral piece of shit would get my attention.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I did the job, though! You showed up to my house, bust the door down, and threatened to kill me via sugar high!
[ Graham Clauson ]: No, I just supplied the means and told you no one would miss you if you downed that entire bag right there.
[ Interviewer ]: This is the infamous “Skittles” incident, yes?
[ Graham Clauson ]: Yep! Tropical Skittles, specifically.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: And somehow, that action made me change my opinion about this guy. I seriously thought he was some shit-talking young buck who thought his shit didn’t stink because Mommy, Daddy and Guncle were successful in their eras and he was just full of himself. I was seriously trying to piss this guy off because he followed me to Panda after he had talked shit about Ariel and I on camera for months. I didn’t know he had that deep in him to bust into my house and swing his fucking nuts in my face like he did.
[ Graham Clauson ]: It was brave, and stupid, because you had the fucking Six nearby and could’ve blown my fucking face off.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Seriously, this almost turned into Greenwich’s Home Invasion storyline. If it wasn’t for the fact I was stunned by the audacity, I was about to make sure his next title shot was in the afterlife.
[ Graham Clauson ]: Instead, after five minutes of screaming at each other back and forth, we were hanging out like we had been doing it for years, and the rest everyone knows pretty intimately.
[ Interviewer ]: Anything else to add involving CPW before we move on to other topics?
[ Graham Clauson ]: Horse-face.
[ Jeremy hears this, letting out a closed-mouth groan - trying to contain laughter from coming out. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: No-no, I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Don’t sue me, Emma, I don’t got that X3W cash no more and my man don’t want to pay all my bills. K?
[ Interviewer is laughing as well at this point, Graham giving a cheesy smile with a double thumbs up. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Thanks, doll, you’re a fucking idiot - I mean, legend!
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Here. You remember this gag?
[ Jeremy pulls out a bottle of pills, only this time they're actually prescribed to him for a valid medical condition. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I relapsed! Happy New Year!
[ As this last line is uttered, the scene fades to black. After a brief moment of black screen after the YouShoot snippet, we fade back into a still-camera position from what appears to be in a parking lot of a warehouse. However, this warehouse has a glass window-front on it, with a logo for the business displayed clearly on it. Although we can clearly read the logo, we see a quick blurb of text appear at the bottom left of the screen type out. ]
DWA - Dayton Wrestling Academy
7:32 PM Eastern Daylight
About two or three seconds after this, things cold-cut to inside the building. The camera is focused on two hands through the vantage-point where ring-ropes obstruct some view. The hands are clasped in the sense of what one would do for a Full Nelson grip. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: ...this is a knob, this is a handle. Remember, don't squeeze your own wrist, just clamp it so your fingers don't open…
[ Jeremy continues to demonstrate the grip a bit more as the camera switches positions to behind Jeremy. Wearing a track jacket with a bloodshot-eyed Yoshi on the back and jeans, Jeremy stops his demonstration. Inside the ring is both Graham and Ken, both in only gym shorts and wrestling shoes and clearly have been doing ring drills with the sweat dripping down Ken’s face. Ken’s focus is on Jeremy, while Graham is leaning against the top rope, but looking towards both Ken and Jeremy. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: ...small joint manipulation is legal in pro wrestling. You can't use a finger lock grip where you might get away with it in MMA. Ariel learned that the hard way, almost got all eight of her fingers broken when someone sat out and grabbed her knuckles.
[ Ken Felder ]: So...basically, as long as I’m not hitting them in the nuts or with objects, I pretty much have the liberty to apply submissions however I choose?
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Correct. Although some refs get mad if you use a closed fist to the face. Just depends on whether or not they were alive when Eisenhower was president.
[ Graham scoffs, appearing almost offended at the suggestion of closed fists. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Bruh...do you think Ken is going to be throwing punches? He’s going to be breaking arms.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I don't know! Depends on what your opponents want to do.
[ Ken Felder ]: Just no rope running, I hope to God… Seriously, how do you all do that shit? I’m waiting for the bruises to form!
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: What a damn Princess… You get punched and kicked by guys in an eight-sided cage, but you’re worried about bruising from some ropes? And you claim to be a Top...
[ Ken looks up at Graham, narrowing his eyes. Graham does the same, but eventually slips his tongue out at Ken to break the leering contest. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I used to cheat. Go help with ring crew, wrap an extra layer or two of tape around the cable. As long as the rope wasn't thicker than the buckle nobody noticed. But some places like to use real ropes...like OPW...and there's just no getting around that pain my friend.
[ Graham Clauson ]: Nope… Trust me, you’re being spoiled with us doing everything here.
[ The camera’s view returns back to inside the ring, but a little further back to show that someone is walking into the training area. Looking at what appears to be a watch as he walks in, this person hasn’t noticed the trio quite yet. A bearded gentleman, graying and wearing glasses, a black polo and jeans; he stops dead in his tracks noticing the three. However, the three haven’t noticed him as they continue their conversation. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Remember that one time we did a house show, I leaned on the apron and the whole ring fell over?
[ Graham Clauson ]: Wasn’t that the show we ran at the flea market in Batavia? And why are we getting off track, I gotta get this man ready to debut as my tag partner in less than a week!
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Well he's already doing better than your last tag partner. No drug addictions, and this one will actually sleep with your ugly ass.
[ As this takes place, this additional party begins to head away and to the left of the camera’s view. However, the man’s shoe makes a squeak on the floor that catches their attention. The gentleman continues to hurry along, not even turning around to acknowledge the three as Jeremy spins around. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Oh, God dammit... Dad…
[ As Graham is caught uttering this under his breath, Jeremy speaks with is voice raised slightly. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Hang on a second. I need to get dressed for this.
[ Graham Clauson ]: You are dressed.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I'm not wearing my belt.
[ The camera pans over as Jeremy walks over by the ring steps. The camera catches him shuffling through a gym bag for a moment, eventually pulling out a bright-tan leather belt...with two guns on them, sitting in holsters. He begins to put the belt on, taking his time and appearing to be gearing up to enjoy himself. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: He’s fucking carrying heat?!
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Much better. Now then…
[ Graham Clauson ]: No, Jeremy! No! Do I have to get the spray bottle again?
[ Ken Felder ]: Is he seriously inferring that he’s going to murder my father-in-law before I even have a chance to even actually meet him?
[ Ken looks a little freaked out by this display, standing up and pacing while Graham seems to be handling this as if this is a normal occurrence. Jeremy spins around, pointing towards the direction of what apparently is Graham’s father as he begins to speak. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Nah, fuck that. He thinks he's better than me, I want to see if he can come back from the dead too. What? You're fucking mad because UTA didn't have a camera livestreaming me in the god damn coma ward like I did the first time I died and came back? Yeah, you weren't coming to our house scaring the dogs then were you?
[ Ken looks over to Graham, confused by this last question. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: Graham… Can you translate that from Scatterbrained Stoner to English?
[ Graham Clauson ]: Long story short, he blames Jeremy dying and coming back for the fact I married a man.
[ Ken Felder ]: Oh… Okay, it’s like that, huh…?
[ Ken looks somewhat upset by this revelation, but Graham walks over and puts his arm around his husband. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Eh...more complicated, but clearly I need to save Matt’s life before I catch a fucking case.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I'm good on that. This fucking polar bear with the Costco dentures has judged you for the last time, brother man. His pronouns are about to be was and were…
[ Ken, getting annoyed by Jeremy’s display, steps forward and leans himself out between the top and middle rope. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: Child, this isn’t Avondale!
[ Jeremy lets out a long “Haaaa”, apparently finding this humorous as he pulls one of the guns out of its holster. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: If this was Avondale, I would have driven off with his truck with him hogtied in the bed. I'll make you a deal. I'll put the gun down if one of you smacks the shit out of him for me.
[ Graham Clauson ]: Fine!
[ Graham steps through the ropes and uses his closest hand to help him balance as he swings his body out and to the floor. Jeremy sighs and holsters his weapon. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: You’re actually going to-
[ Graham spins around and looks direct at Ken, calmly speaking. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: No, I’m not going to knock my Dad out!
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Damn it, make up your mind before I just go ahead and shoot him anyway! D…
[ Graham breaks away from speaking with Ken to stepping right up to Jeremy and getting into his face. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Shut the fuck up, White Boy, or you’ll be worried about something else clogging up a chamber. Remember, I know plenty of drag queens that want bony ass…
[ Graham and Jeremy stare at each other for a moment before Graham begins to step back slowly from him. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I knew we should have rented a gym in Over-the-Rhine…
[ Jeremy returns to his gym bag as Graham leaves to follow his father, Ken still left stunned in the ring. After a moment of awkward silence and Jeremy returning his gun belt to the gym bag, Ken speaks. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: So...how many people have you actually killed?
[ Jeremy begins counting on one hand. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: This is a rib.
[ Jeremy begins counting on the other hand.]
[ Ken Felder ]: This is a fuckin’ McRib.
[ As the scene fades begins, Jeremy tries to balance on one foot to take one of his shoes off. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: With extra sauce.
[ Jeremy falls into the ring steps as the scene fully fades to black. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: SHIT! FUCK!
[ The screen stays black for a little bit longer than the previous fade transition, before we are greeted by another voiceover with nothing on the screen. These guys love these cold cuts, I swear they’re going to have to start paying me by the transition to describe this shit. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: If you really wanted to get out of paying the babysitter, Vinny… Feeding two little boys to us is not the way to do it.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: No homo.
[ The blank, dark screen is broken by the Shoot Kings trio sitting in the infamous interrogation room that every match promo that has been shot involving the trio has taken place. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Is it odd that I get it in a way, though? I actually see my Dad in you in an odd way, Vinny… You’re that tough-love kind of fucker who likes to hold the power. Would explain why you thought that it was a good idea to bark orders at me from ringside regarding your protege, but that’s where you started to fuck up. I was good with you getting all in my shit about JJ, I’m the one who orchestrated the whole takedown of the kid...
[ Ken grins, stifling a chuckle. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: Anyone hear Song C from Tetris playing?
[ Graham Clauson ]: But then for you and your boy Johnny up in the office to think it was a good idea to then give me the slacker. I was good with killing the kid myself, but then you made it abundantly clear you wanted me to do it for you.
[ Ken Felder ]: Well, we almost did one of them in, I guess he was hoping to get a two-for-one special.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: That’s one way to have an abortion.
[ Ken looks towards Jeremy, his eyebrow raised and unsure even how to respond to that. However, before Ken has a chance to audibly protest the statement, Graham continues. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: Not only is that dark, I wish I had thought of it myself.
[ Ken’s head whips towards Graham, who gives him the same look. ]
[ Graham Clauson ]: But digressing, it doesn’t change the fact that you laid your fucking entire hand out in front of everyone. Bad move, OPW. It’s clear that Vinny and Johnny were playing some co-op Poker over there at the booking table. The problem here is that you bet on 13 Black when you weren’t even playing Roulette.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I'm so glad I'm not like you. I know how to keep my mouth shut. You see, OPW, I have my own little hand of cards. And I'm not showing any of you what I'm working with until it's time to run the table.
[ Ken Felder ]: And then you decide that it would be a good idea to book a tag match where you throw these same two ‘Young Lions’ at us. Look, I’m not some professional wrestler, I’m an MMA fighter. I know well enough that these two are more like ‘Young Boys’ to you, Vinny, and it’s honestly quite disgusting that OPW management thought that involving me as a competitor was even remotely discreet.
[ Graham Clauson ]: I could make so many blind and deaf jokes here on how easy it was to see through that little plan, but it was validating for it to be said out loud. Thanks, good to know that you value me enough to where you’ll send your bitches to fight me to keep me on your payroll. Maybe I should’ve signed with Action running the gimmick of Vhodka Marie?
[ Ken Felder ]: Why do we rag on her so much again?
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Because she’s a fake, one-dimensional thot. And she's over, so the Simps go White-Knight her on social media to us when we talk shit about her. The same Simps will also borrow 100 bucks from their mom's Social Security check to drive 2 hours to try to meet them.
[ Graham Clauson ]: Oh, so Enter Dat Prison 4 to 45 years?
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: No mercy, no Vaseline.
[ Ken Felder ]: Which is what Vinny is hoping for…
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: He wants lube but all I got is sand.
[ Graham Clauson ]: We don’t play by the OPW Playbook, haven’t you all figured that out yet?! I have told you, week after week, to not fuck with me and what I can do if you dare try. And yet, here you are, fucking...with...me...daring me...to...try. So, this is what you want? You want that asshole who chased after someone on live broadcast with a chainsaw? You want the guy who will spike someone’s head into those fucking boards under the mat and break their neck? You want some Hood Justice done in the ring to your boys, Vinny?
[ The three look at each other, then begin laughing their asses off. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: I guess he forgot we don’t answer to him, huh?
[ Graham Clauson ]: Vinny likes to throw hands, but apparently would rather have his boys take them for him. I’m just going to say it - Johnny is afraid of what I could actually do if I was in the Immortal Title picture. They are scared, and rightfully so.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: They aren't only scared, they're showing us their true colors. People in OPW aren't even trying to hide it. They don't care who knows. They want you to know that they run things on both sides of the curtain. Well, nobody standing here is very good at following the status quo. We don't fall in line like robots. We walk the way we want to walk. We talk that talk, and we back it up. Vincent Black, you've apparently forgotten what it's like to have to actually earn your place. And that's why you're about to lose it.
[ Graham Clauson ]: For the last two weeks, I’ve made your boys look like chumps. So, you want to make this a third week straight, and you want people to pay a premium for this? Are you sure that you didn’t resurrect Brydon Talinsdale somehow and now he’s cooking your books? Are you sure that you want what I have brewing coming towards this company, Johnny?!
[ Ken Felder ]: He’s worried about you? Shit, he should be worried about if I get my hands on either of those kids. Especially Asher. Think about it, the kid looks like an emaciated Stretch Armstrong doll that’s one good slam of the shit you can pick up on any street corner of Parkersburg, WV away from the coffin himself. If I got my hands on him, I’d snap him in two with two of my fingers.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: You’re going to catch a case for beating minors during this match, I swear...
[ Ken Felder ]: So… What was it that you called Asher and JJ? Curtain jerkers?
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: This guy. Fast learner...come to my office after the promo. You've earned yourself some Jet.
[ Ken Felder ]: How about we jerk the curtain down for everyone to see this bullshit?
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: YESSS! This motherfucker works stiffer than a mummy's dick!
[ Graham Clauson ]: And this is why I love this man… Ready to begin killing the business, one stupid fuck at a time.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: This is the way!
[ Ken Felder ]: And I’m not participating in this match to take anyone’s place, either. Someone sent us the contract for the match with both our names on this, so I signed it because they were dumb enough to offer me a payday. They want to see me stretch these kids to the point of disfigurement, then go right on ahead and send them my way.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: See, I would have just twisted their nipples or something. But you, you could actually break one of their legs by complete accident. That's fucking ruthless. I guess Vincent Black figures he can just stay out of the ring and maybe I won't hit him too hard.
[ Graham Clauson ]: Oh, don’t worry about ol’ Vinny, he’s a punk bitch. He’s ducking me.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I'm not worried. As a matter of fact, I give all of you my word that I would never do anything to hurt Vincent Black. I want him to be as healthy as possible when Graham gets his hands on him one on one. No asterisk by his name in the win column. No excuses for losing a fair fight. You mind your business Vinny...and I'll mind mine.
[ Jeremy gives a wink that would make Agatha Harkness proud. ]
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: I just hope Ms. Devereaux doesn’t take care of you first, Vinny…
[ Ken Felder ]: TW COMBAT SPORTS, REPRESENT! I see you, Apathy!
[ Graham Clauson ]: And after we take care of your kids…put them down for the final sleep...
[ GC motions a gunshot towards the camera, clearly intending that as a thinly veiled threat to the entire roster. ]
[ Ken Felder ]: You’re all going to wish you would’ve heeded the warning… But, even if you had given my husband what he asked for by now, it’s too late for OPW.
[ Jeremy Cundiff ]: Y’all are getting fucked.
[ Graham Clauson ]: You denied me repeatedly, Johnny. Now I’m going to take what you owe me.