Cadryn kicks out.

As the Looney Tune-esque birds begin to fade from the potentially cracked cranium of Cadryn, he dusts himself off as he stands to his feet once more.

Man..

You wild, son.

This is like that time I gave Wyle E Coyote a handjob while my best friend video taped it and jacked off like a goddamn monster.

I respect the no quit attitude, but you ain't gonna find this cowboy heading toward that eternal sunset.

You wanna talk about being taken seriously?

I take every opponent seriously.

Have I made a mockery of your futile attempts at taking this low level strap?

Well, sure!

Which by the way, stud. When I lose, it's either out of choice or because my opponent was just better. There is no middle ground. Sadly, in your case, neither of those are applicable.

You want my respect? You want the XWF to take you seriously?

Then you earn it. Just like myself and the rest of the XWF superstars have.

I took Jim “Big Dick Daddy” Caedus to his limits last year. We came up together, but Jimmy was something special. I watched for months after our first match as he laid waste to opponents like the XWF has never seen.

Do you think I was respected and taken seriously because I was the guy who put the first mark on his perfect record?

Hell no.

I went on to win match after match and I was still that ignorant little shit that ran around with Micheal Graves.

I wasn't respected or taken seriously.

Until Lethal Lottery 2017.

The first round of LL I found myself with a man who couldn't even be bothered to return my phone calls. Killjoy and I were out matched and embarrassed at every turn by Robbie Bourbon and long time frienemy Jim Caedus.

We took the loss, and were eliminated.

But before that bell rang I left everything I had in the center of that ring.

I figured if there was ever a time to prove myself it was at that moment.

To make a long story short. Vinnie Lane wildcarded me back in because of my performance in that match and I went on to be one of four finalists. I was eliminated, and that's ok.

The moral of the story is that I proved myself that night. So when I run my mouth, it's because I can back it up.

Soon after I took a loss to Chris Chaos but the point remains the same. That desire, the blood, the pain. That's where I grew as a superstar.

Barney Green is a legend. Beat him.

Jack Cain was an incredible freight train of destruction. I derailed him.

Thomas Nixon is a legend and one of the greatest TV champions our company has ever produced. I overcame adversity and pinned him for a victory.

But, I digress.

Like I said man, you want my respect you'll fuckin’ earn it.

I didn't forget where I came from, I never will.

Rags to riches, mofugger.

I embrace the struggle and suck its dick until it's my personal cum dumpster.

Is this your Lethal Lottery?

Will your fairytale unfold here tonight?

Highly unlikely.

But that's ok, Belle.

You aren't the first princess who couldn't handle this beast.