SIMON... (WAR)

[X Phoenix]

(In the back of the Little Caesars Arena in Detroit Michigan is The Phoenix hanging out in the shadows, dressed in black, so the focus is on those dark eyes peering out.)

"Its time for WAR...Monday Night WAR! Where are you Simon?"

(The Phoenix stands in the darkness waiting.)

"You can't beat me Simon. Is that why you don't bother giving anymore to everyone watching? Is that why give just enough to keep your job, but not enough for anyone to really care about seeing you succeed beyond expectations, to see you be a champion, to see you take what I have earned by giving more than anyone ever thought I could?"

(The Phoenix continues his deep stare from the shadows as he says.)

"Tonight is the return of WAR and you aren't returning to anything, you aren't in the game, so why even bother!? Its been hell with SEF getting back on course, but we're doing, we are out here killing out, the few of us who actually give a shit, we are doing it, not you Simon! It was nice to see you still alive at least, but if that's all you got to give us, you're not coming close to the United States Championship. I will continue to defend that title as proud as I do the Icon, International, and Revolution Titles. I'll carry SEF if I have to, so make a choice Simon, are you here, or not!?"

(The Phoenix now just waits in the shadows to hear what Simon may or may not have to say.)