You wanna talk about real rivalries? Not just slap fights and wars of ego, no, I'm talking real heated feuds where people legitimately hate each other. There's no better example than Carmine Vestieri versus Rico Sutton. Ah who the fuck am I kidding, this is a garbage match between two originals who can’t seem to keep up anymore. I even returned with the idea of leading a new dawn, leading a new team to the top. A team that wasn’t Salvation, and I failed.

I failed to win the TLC Match…

I failed to win the Universal championship…

I failed

A noble man would stand here and take full responsibility for their actions, it’s a good thing I never saw myself as a Nobel type. I failed, but it was out of my control. Everything that has happened isn’t because of Nick Ridicule, or Chuck Matthews.

It’s because of Rico Sutton

And come Revolution…

I officially end the Crazerage Curse

Rows upon rows of empty seats greet the viewers upon fade in. Across this vast arena we gaze for hope of seeing some reason to keep it on this channel. We're not given much of a reason as all we see are ring techs setting up a NLWF ring in this unknown arena. That is until the spotlights above the ring shine down upon a beacon of fine Italian meat. At first he appears as a flesh colored streak as the camera scans, but as the camera settles on a spot we can see clearly that it is the unmistakable man – god of Carmine Vestieri. He lays kicked back in the empty bleachers, left arm splayed out across the back of a cheap blue nosebleed chair as an Italian dress shoe lay draped over the edge of the seat below. With that free hand of his, Carmine brings up a cigar from off camera and takes a puff, exhaling it to the side of his mouth. Following that white cloud exhale, he looks into the camera with a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his stubbly face.

Here I am Rico at my most vulnerable and most cliché'. Dressed in the usual business attire, smoking a fresh cuban. And DOING a promo from an empty arena. How original am I? I figured I'd give you a few things to make fun of me of because that has always been your foray. You live and die off of your wit and sarcasm. It's what drives you in this sick, depraved world to try to be the hero in the most asshole way possible. Now I'm no saint myself, in fact I pride myself as one of the best trash talkers this business has ever spawned. Yes, it's true both of us love breaking down our opposition before it comes to the ring, but that's where you and I differ Rico.

See, I'm just not content in just leaving them a broken down, depressed, self-loathing mess. I want to take whatever was left of their pride and spirit and rip it to shreds in front of millions of people. I want those fans to remember the non-stop brutality I delivered. Most importantly, I want my opposition to remember just how much it fucking sucks to face me. But you on the other hand Rico, have always escaped my wrath. And because you've escaped my wrath, because you've been able to punk me for so long with no repercussions you THINK that this match is yours. You're not crazy, no. In Fact you're a cold, calculated, intelligent man. Yeah, I complimented Rico, don't take heart to it. The thing about you Rico is your confidence is filled with past memories and lack of physical abuse. Yeah, we had a little tiff on the beach but that is nothing compared to what awaits in this very arena later on.

Physical abuse can change a person.

I'm not gonna go off into a Chuck Matthews ramble here but I'll say this much....what you have awaiting you Rico Sutton is true trouble. I took you in Rico, I took you out of the Twilight vampire gimmick and gave you a second chance at immortality. And you fucked it up. This is isn't fun and games, and this match will change your life. I can guarantee it. Your future is at stake Rico. You’re stepping up against a talented veteran who is still razor sharp and can legitimately fight. Rest assured, this is MY promotion, this is MY match, and I will beat the living shit out you Rico. This will be the stiffest, sorest, most disgusting deplorable match you will ever compete in. I will batter you from bell ring to end, and I'm not going for a quick kill. Oh no. Knocking you out is just too easy. I'd rather crush your ribs, splatter your spleen, and throw you around like a rag doll before I end you.

You know what the best part about all of it is? I get to legally murder you in that ring in front of your family and friends. I get to pummel you into a bloody, bruised up little shit and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. I'd love to spit right in each other faces, but I'll take crushing you to the point of an out of body experience. I tell you Rico, this has me excited. Truly excited to take your undeserved hype and send you down the Crazerage path. "Who beat Rough Justice? You know that bald guy Carmine? He still wrestles?" And that's what the fans will think in a nut shell. They'll think you put on a match with an old timer just to appear dominate. They'll think you're desperate for popularity points.

But the truth in the matter is violent quality will have made any attempt at you being flashy or charismatic in the ring obsolete. Yes, a 40 year old pot smoking veteran caused all those bruises on your face. Yeah, that grandpa made your mother cry. This moment, and this match, means more to me than you will ever know Rico.

Thank you for your blind courage.

A final puff graces the camera before fading to eventual black.