Tommy: The both of you guys fought multiple very tough and strenuous battles to get here…how do you think this is going to affect you against one another?
Ego: Bro I gotta be honest, that first cage match brought me back. I used to dominate in cage matches before teaming up with the Natch. But the next match with bear Rug I thought was gonna be a little tougher. He’s a big dude. He got tired walking to the ring and it was over from there. Looking forward to Lil Grimm though. He’s a little pack of dynamite, ya know?
Wes Grimm: “Tommy, every battle I’ve fought has been another step on my path to greatness. The tough and strenuous battles? They’re not setbacks; they’re the forge that has tempered my will and honed my skills. Facing one another? It’s just another opportunity to prove that the Grimm name stands for resilience and power. We don’t get affected; we affect. We’re the storm others fear, and when we clash, it’s not about how it’s going to affect us—it’s about how it’s going to change the landscape of APW. We’re not just fighters; we’re the architects of chaos, and this—this is our masterpiece in the making.”
Tommy: This match type, focused less around skill and more around brute strength, is unlike anything we’ve done here in APW before, what have you guys changed to train differently for this?
Ego: Ha, dude look at me. 
I was made for this. The cage was made to keep the little flippers in place so I can grab em.
Wes: Tommy, you ask of training, of changes in our regime, But in the world of chaos, things aren’t always what they seem. For strength is not just muscle, it’s the mind that holds the key, And I, Wes Grimm, have a riddle, a puzzle just for thee. Ego, you boast of brawn, of your might and your physique, But can you solve this enigma, or does it leave you weak?
Here’s the riddle, listen close, let’s see if you can tell:
I am not alive, but I grow; I don’t have lungs, but I need air;
I don’t have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?
Ponder on this, Ego, as you flex and as you pose,
For the answer to this riddle is the path that I chose.
In the cage, you may find me, not a flipper, but a force,
A mind as sharp as any blade, and just as keen, of course.
So train your body, lift your weights, prepare for our bout,
But remember, in the end, it’s the mind that wins the clout.
Tommy: Wes, you defeated a formidable foe in Adrian Knight…as did you Ego man in Big Bear Bison to get to this stage. Neither of those men are slouches, what do you think you did differently to overcome those challenges?
Wes: Tommy, you speak of challenges, of formidable foes we’ve laid low, But isn’t the true test in how we rise, how we grow? Adrian Knight, Big Bear Bison, they’re warriors, no doubt, But isn’t the real victory in what we learn from the bout? Ego may boast of his strength, his power to dominate,
But isn’t the essence of a champion how they navigate. The trials, the battles, the moments of strife? Isn’t that what truly defines a wrestler’s life? So I ask you, Tommy, and you, Ego, with all your might, Isn’t it the journey that leads us to the light?
For in the end, it’s not just about the foes we’ve bested, But the path we’ve walked, the character we’ve tested.
Ego: Bison is a mess to pickup, I think he’s oiling up now. He’s a tough guy. Wes is going to be a bit tougher. He flys around like a ping pong ball. But I’ll catch him.
Tommy: My last question for the evening is…this is both of your chances at singles gold here in APW, and it’s for a huge opportunity at a brand new title…how are you guys handling the pressure? And do you think it could get in the way of having a clear mind going into this battle?
Ego: Bro, I’m not looking at it like that. The way I see it…. This title is going to look good around my waist. It deserves a champion like me to give it credibility. Seriously, I’m not sure Wes could carry it all the way to the ring. It’s heavy, man.
Wes: Pressure? That’s the realm where I thrive, the chaos that I command. You see, Tommy, in the eye of the storm, the King of Chaos stands. This title, this gold, it’s not a weight upon my soul, It’s the fire that fuels my reign, the power that makes me whole.
Ego, you talk of credibility, of a belt to adorn your frame, But I am the tempest, the whirlwind, the wild, untamed flame. You worry about carrying the title, about its heft and its mass, But I’ll wield it like a scepter, a symbol of the chaos class. So let the pressure mount, let the expectations rise, For in the chaos, I find order, beneath the turbulent skies.
And as for a clear mind, it’s sharper in the fray,
For in the heart of the battle, the chaos will lead the way.
This opportunity, this moment, it’s the destiny I’ve sought,
To rise above the turmoil, to fight the battles I’ve fought.
So bring your muscles, bring your ego, bring all that you’ve got,
But know that in the chaos, it’s the crown that I’ll have caught.
