It's Monday morning in Greenwich, Connecticut. We are in the house, Chip Horton. Chip isn't in a good mood , he was wrongfully screwed out of the by the AGWF last time , who gave them the assist to beat Chip. Chip hasn't suffered in over a month...Being run over.
*Chip's thoughts* That damn asshole...That stupid, stupid...As...Wait...I don't need to swear , he'll just go on at me about not being a good roll model or some crap like that. But why? If he wanted, why not work for it? Now he's got to face...A man who in all rights was beaten by me...I made him tap...Yet again...But, just my luck, there was no referee to call the submission...All this the last time I was here. Thought I forgot. Fuck it. AGWF will remeber me and I will become something of great here. Please come and try to test me. Love to see that hapen..