[This is the fallout.]

[Curtis Penn is full of shits and giggles.]

Penn:
Told that motherfucker that I wasn’t going to carry his ass.

[He’s happier than a fat kid with a bag full of Snicker’s.]

Penn:
Chance… you can say thank you for one more show as the Southern Heritage Champion.

[Pause.]

Penn:
We both know that neither Turner nor Alston has the goods to take that cum stained title from around your waist.

[Penn wrings his hands as he grinds on the bubble gum between his cheeks.]

Penn:
You’re the almighty wrestler that pinned good hearted Christian Light, a legend amongst these wrestle folk.  Whereas, to me, you didn’t make him give up, tap, or pass the fuck out. You simply took and pinned a man that has been pinned before.

[He leans back in his chair, still grinning.]

Penn:
Now…you’re welcome for the ability to continue to hold onto that Southern Heritage Championship, we both know that if I decided to win that match the title was as good as mine at Ascension. Tucker and Sam… they were a gift from me to you, now every time you walk away from a match, holding that title, I’ll be the one gift wrapping it with a big red bow.

You’re run with that title, it making you seem like a legit threat, it’s all over. I’m going to soil your Southern Heritage Title run; I’m going to make you look weak every time you defend it.  Then, when I’m good and damned ready I’m going to break and twist you in so many different way that you’ll be begging me to stop.

And all of this is because you wanted to make a cocky fucking gesture after I decided who you were going to face at Ascension. 

[Speaking of Ascension, the walking definition of “a chip on his shoulder,” squares off against two others for a number one contender ship for the Southern Heritage Title.]

Penn:
Since I have spent the last three minutes on Chance Von Crank then I must spend at least a minute or more on my upcoming match, which is just a casual formality for myself and a necessary tradition for the assholes out there who think that they know what is really going to happen.  Because, Chance, we both know that the second I want that title I’m going to rip it off of you like a Band-Aid.

[But…]

Penn:
BUT!

[Yes he did, he emphasized a word. He must have gotten a little bit excited.]

Penn:
Since it was either this match or stay home and cook out on the grill I told Dane that he could book me for the show. Is it demeaning, yeah. .  But what he did do was actually give me a challenge.

Two others against me it’s going to be fun. Don’t get me wrong they’re not by any means going to beat me or make me break a sweat, but what it does do is that this match allows me to show case to you, to Defiance, and to the world the abilities of Curtis Penn. Just look at what I did to Sam and Alston on DefTv 39 and with a worthless piece of British shit in Jamie Murray watching me do all of the work. Sam and Tucker…they’re miles ahead of this Lash character. Jeremiah Rainwood I’m not going to beat and batter you. I’m just going to introduce you to Defiance Wrestling, the most brutal organization I’ve ever had the displeasure to be booked.

The two of ya’ll will lose and look worse for wear when I hang ya’ll out to dry. Jeremiah, it’ll be a good learning experience for you. Defiance isn’t your normal federation; hell the owner is lacing up his shit kickers to put an employee in her place. Baltimore just rioted and destroyed the ring and the boss allowed that shit to go down. What the hell makes you think he won’t let me do what I want with the two of you?

[His smile fades.]

Penn:
These are the terms and conditions that you wrestlers bitch and moan about. From where I came from it just meant the show was just that damned good.

[He strokes the beard.]

Penn:
And by the end of Ascension it’s just going to get better.

[/Promo.]

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