*The streets of Tiajuana, Mexico were alive with action and excitement. The people, busy with their merchandise stands and photo stands, pushing the items and photo opportunities to the tourists visiting their little town.*

"Los calles de Tiajuana, Mexico....dirty and beat up, but busy with the hard work ethic of the proud people of this town, trying to make enough to get by and feed their family...." K Dogg's voice says, coming from off screen.

Slowly stepping into frame, dressed in a yellow guayabera, clean white dress pants, black shiny dress shoes and a shiny gold necklace, complete with cross on it, K Dogg emerged into the screen.

".....Tiajuana, a place where everyone lives a humbled life and no one takes everything for granted. The people here would do the most humiliating and humbling jobs, all for the sake of a small pay out, but not one of them whines, moans, bitches or complains about it, they simply go on to the next task." K Dogg continued, his hands clasping together as he attempted to calmly continue.

"Yet, there isn't a month that goes by that you don't have some dumb gringos come by here, make a damn mess, defile property, insult men and women who live here and treat it like its their own personal toilet, one that they can do whatever they wish, just because they are American and have the money to do so!" K Dogg continued on, becoming more upset.


*The scene quickly cuts and brings up another, this time showing off the road in front of a small, run down gym.*

"This.....this is the gym where I learned lucha libre. This was my home away from home, the place where I busted my a** and other people's faces, in order to get where I am today.To the people of Tiajuana, para luchar is to give your heart and soul to the fight, doing everything you can to come out the victor and make your family proud. This is the very street and gym, where I made a name for myself and became known as 'El Santo del Calle'," K Dogg said, becoming more passionate and expressive.

*The scene fades, only to return with a different one in its place.This time, its a local market with a small ice cream freezer inside. Little kids are scene running inside, picking out ice cream, paying in the change they saved up, then running out, ice cream in hand, yelling out 'good bye' and 'thank you'*

K Dogg watched as the kids ran out, then turned back to face the screen, his head low as he smirked.

"Isn't it funny how you barely hear any 'Good byes' or a 'Thank you' from gringo children? You know why? Because they are spoiled, ungrateful little piss ant punks raised by parents, too stupid to know how to raise their children!" K Dogg said, shouting into the camera, anger in his voice.

"These proud people of Tiajuana, must risk their lives to enter the U.S.A. trying to find a better life for their families. Instead of helping them, they are sent back or if they arn't they get a job doing construction or being a maid, for some spoiled gringo who under pays them and exploits their difficult situation in order to get what they want." K Dogg continued on, still shouting.

"Thats what happened in E.E.W., when the L.A.O. came onto the scene. We became filler, mid to low carders only meant to fill up spots so that the same typical wrestlers can keep winning the titles, monopolizing them. We deserved more title shots than we received, we deserved opportunities at singles titles as well, but we never received them, we were E.E.W.'s b***h!" K Dogg exclaimed angrily, before looking away from the screen and attempting to calm down.

"As time passed...." K Dogg said in a more calm tone, "...after I was screwed out of E.E.W. and the L.A.O., I returned to Mexico for hospitalization and treatment. I returned to E.E.W., seeking revenge but I came across something much more upsetting. A dvd chronicling my time in E.E.W, complete with matches and interviews from E.E.W. wrestlers and management. Every match was a loss or had an embarrassing moment in it, each interview was a slap to my face, a shot to my very soul, and it was all because of you, Cartwright, you and your greedy ways!" K Dogg shouted, becoming angry once more.

" At Burn, I confronted you about it and you gave me some lame cookie cutter answer. You brushed me off like I was your b***h, so I did what I had to do, I bit back, I bit the hand that fed me. I took your a** out and laid you up in a hospital bed, just how I was. Now, its doubtful you will even be at One Night Stand, with rumblings in the back saying you have someone to do your dirty work for you. Let me put it to you this way Cartwright, whether you bring your sorry a** down to One Night Stand or you have your little lover do it, I promise you, it will be a massacre, a blood bath that will run deep into the very bowels of the arena. I will end someone's career that night, just like Esoteric. Remember him? His career was ended in the parking lot, a statement for you Cart." K Dogg said, building up in excitement and anger.

"One Night Stand, I will make another statement and there will be blood on your hands Cart, whether they be yours or someone else's, you will have to live the rest of your life, knowing that what happened to Esoteric and what happens at One Night Stand, is all your fault. I'm bringing the extreme to One Night Stand, I'm bringing the streets and a whole new level of violence to your little pay per view Cart and when it is all said and done, you will be needing a hospice. Get real comfy in your hospital room Cart, cuz I'm sending your a** right back in there, ORALE! ARRIBA LA RAZA!" K Dogg shouted angrily into the screen.

*Screen shows a visibly angry K Dogg, still huffing and puffing from the final outburst. The screen fades to black.*