((Backstage at a recent XWF event, members of the locker room may have run across a letter posted to the bulletin board.))

To whom it may concern,

Please read this message to Griffin McAlister, since I'm sure he never learned to read.

Griffin, next week we have a date with destiny. That is, unless you already took off back to the trailer park you came from, dude. I wouldn't blame you if you did, since that's what happened last time we were supposed to cross paths. If I had to fight me, I'd run too.

Now, if by some miracle you haven't skipped town to deal meth or whatever you do in your off time, I want you and me to do this dance in a good old fashioned steel cage. I am getting sick and fucking tired of guest referees, outside interference, and general clusterfucks for matches. I just want you, me, and a regula official in the ring, surrounded by steel. No excuses. You either beat me, or I beat you. Simple as that, man.

Now have one of your legal custodians write up an acceptance for me.

Bitch.


Yours Truly,
TMOYD,
"Loverboy" Vinnie Lane
XOXO