(Scene opens to Venny LeTrav sitting on a bench. He's taping his wrists up and he has some bandages on his forehead and wrapped around his waist. He speaks, not looking at the camera.)

Venny: I've watched Meltdown over and over. I've watched every punch I've thrown, every lock I've applied, and every time that I've taken to the sky to bring that son of a bitch down. I realize that Se7en's a foot taller than me, 100 pounds heavier than me, a hell of a lot meaner than me, and a hell of a lot stronger than me.

(Venny pauses as he pulls one of his long, shiny black boots on and starts to lace it up.)

Venny: I don't remember those headbutts I gave him. I don't remember swinging that bat at his head. Half that match is a blur to me. It's kind of a laughable feeling when I think about it. My wife didn't think it was so funny, though.

(Venny slaps his boot on the side, then slips on the second one, lacing it.)

Venny: Karine called the hospital crying and screaming. She thought I was really hurt. I talked to her for about an hour and a half on the phone, until she calmed down. She told me that Madison was doing great. She said that she wishes she could be at the Pay Per View, but she's gotta watch our daughter. She's gonna watch it at home with her friends and family.

(Venny laces up his boot and reaches into his bag, and starts to slip on his elbowpads.)

Venny: Well, I have a match Monday with Jimmi Zion. The guy's good, damn good. We're tagging against none other than Shaman and Se7en. Now, Shaman, I've been in action against before. He's about as tough as a two-dollar steak. And with Se7en, they can be a pretty damned deadly combination. But then again, I'm tagged with Zion. And from what I've seen, he isn't anything to be laughed at.

(Venny stands up, pops his neck, shoulders and back and starts towards the door.)

Venny: And then again, neither am I. Se7en's gonna learn one way or another, that I'm not a person with whom to f*ck.

(Venny turns and walks out the door as we..)

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