Unappreciative

On the titanTRON, the camera faded in to a scene of the WEW wrestlers' exclusive parking garage.



It panned across the rows of parking spaces, before stopping at the scene of a forklift, carrying a large pallet stacked with multiple boxes. Suddenly, it began to accelerate towards a very expensive looking black Corvette, parked in an otherwise empty row.



Finally, the forklift screeched to a stop in front of the Chevy, and promptly dropped the pallet directly onto the hood of the car. The camera panned around the car, showing all the damage done. As it rotated, it passed the liscense plate, which read 'ANTISTAR'. Finally, it reached the forklift, and raised to show Phillip Phillips, sitting in the driver's seat with a smug grin. He put the forklift in park, then turned to the camera.

PHILLIP PHILLIPS
You see, Ray Hardyac... this is what happens when you don't appreciate favors people make for you. This, my friend, is what is called karma.

He slid out of the chair, then down a step to the floor. He walked in front of the forklift to Ray's ruined sports car, and leaned on the heavily dented hood.

PHILLIP PHILLIPS
A few weeks back, on Overdrive... when I interfered in that match, really all I was trying to do is help you. That was my only intention, getting Michael London to lose, so you could win. So where's my thanks? Where's my "oh, cool brah, appreciate it"? Where's my favor returned? That's right, nowhere. But you see, Ray, what happened when you didn't bother to appreciate my help? You lost, then lost some more. You were eliminated from the championship tournament I helped you get into in the first place.

He kicked the car, and it rolled over on it's side, knocking over the boxes which made a loud thud as they hit the pavement.

PHILLIP PHILLIPS
Ray, apparently, your idea of thanks is denial. You say you had no part in it, you wish it hadn't happened, you didn't need the help, you could've won otherwise. But really, Hardyac. Let's face the facts: could you have really? If I had just decided to return on my own, maybe in some sort of fancy segment, and left you off to face Michael London on your own... could you really have won? The answer is no. Which is exactly why I will beat you, this Saturday on Overdrive. He is nothing. I am more. If you can't beat Michael London, you can't beat me. And that's the truth of it.

He hopped back into the forklift, before shrugging as he backed it away into the parking spot it came from. The camera fixated on a full-on shot of the completely annihilated Chevrolet Corvette before fading to black.