'To better yourself is the purpose of everyone's existence. You want to know the meaning of this pitiful thing called life is, its to take what ever shit is handed to you hand make it into gold. If you were born into the slums of the world, like many in the city before me, your purpose is to get out, make something of yourself, or die trying. You have failed if you turn to a drug, or succumb to the will of the street. Your life is voided at that point. If you happen to Get out of that rut, you are back at the starting point, and have lost the whole race. You could possibly still advance, but most likely you fall to mediocrity. Entropy always has her hand in your advancement, she is the toughest obstacle there is.

Young believes we were handed our asses by Frank, Duel and Rook last night at the Evo show Impulse 2.5. We did, and it was very amusing. We did beat them down as well. As we have for the past few Impulse shows. Everything that happen worked towards a specific goal. Hopefully those three realize what they need to do or the beatings and attacks we are perpetrating will most defiantly continue. We have our reasons for this, they will become increasingly apparent. Young and his friends and some very specific goals in mind when they began. They wanted to bring back LCW to its past, revert backwards instead move forward. Entropy would not allow this. Entropy moves forward to the final end. Moving back thwarts her will. That is one of many reasons their goals were never fulfilled.

Young I assume knows me well enough to believe that I take no one lightly. Now that the shackles are off, some things have changed. He is not looking forward to this, with good reason. They have lost their faith. His friend and partner is practically non-existent leaving him to defend their honor alone. He looks to this bleakly almost depressed. There is no improvement, no striving for better. He seems to have given into to life, and let it consume him. Young, you have beaten me in the past, but I believe your are not prepared for what I am now. Keith just adds to this. It will be bloody and violent. We will enjoy every moment of it.

Brimstone gets on his bike, revving the massive engine and then looks back to the camera.

'Oh and Harbinger. Any time you piece of trash, get the match signed. You are so high on yourself you refuse to look at anything with any semblance of reality. I would truly enjoy hurting. You put yourself above everyone save Slate. You have the biggest ego for not doing a damn thing for the last few months. It must be nice to have an overrated title reign with the president cushioning your every match. You are not a draw any longer, no one watches you. Even the matches that are amazing, people get bored. You expect everyone to respect you, and get petulant as a child when people do not. You have fallen into a trap of your own hype. We threw everything away? Please you over rated piece of shit, bitching at the fans does so much more to disrespect Mercury than anything I have done. The fans new in the minds who we were, and what we were doing. You all knew and heard my warning from a few months prior. Everyone knew were they stood EEI. We never hid our motivations and our intentions. Think very carefully before you respond, ever since you lost favor with the boss, you have done nothing. You are no longer the golden child.'

Brimstone gives the camera a cold look, then rides off to the airport.

END TRANSMISSION