Trivia: This promo was to hype up Chris Weapon and Freddy Escobar's International championship match at the night's show, and surprisingly enough, Chris actually stuck to the script and didn't shoot on the wrestling business. He even did everything in his power in an attempt to bury Freddy! Even the owner was surprised by this.
Chris Weapon stands on camera, with the FZW International Heavyweight Championship on his waist, holding a microphone, standing alongside an eye candy kind of interviewer.
"Get the f*ck out of here!" He waved her off. "I don't care if you give us ratings with your tits and ass! You'll just make things worse. This is my show, now LEAVE!" She exits the room and Chris focuses his attention on the camera.
"Alright Freddy! I don't care if you want another match between the two of us, all I want is for your pompous ass to shut the f*ck up!" He then begins to chuckle. "You know, it's interesting to see someone like the prince himself to call me out as being a paper champion! You know, the same guy that held three belts from separate companies at once! And what happened?" Chris paused to chuckle some more.
"Now look at you! You lost each one after the other and you're still trying to convince me that you're really something to take seriously! I still gotta give to you, I mean you won a belt at UCW and-" he couldn't finish the statement as he bursted into laughter.
"But they have about 12 belts to win, so, not much actually. You had the Strong Style Wrestling World title! HEY! You're already a former world champ, that should mean something-oh wait! This was when SSW folded before IWO! And then there's the IXW fiasco that you had! MY GOD! Was there anything I couldn't say about that!"
Chris then lowered the microphone, looked at the floor, almost about to laugh again, but was able to contain himself. "When you look at someone like Freddy Escobar, then to a person like me, you'll notice that he's the one who will constantly need help, while me, I've been able to take on the likes of The Devil's Associates, and even have them join me in taking over this promotion. I stand here before you, with the Fire Zone Wrestling International Heavyweight Championship on my waist. I've been able to outsmart and outwit my opponents, whether that would be Brandon Elivdge, The Archangels, or even the Royals! I came out on top in Fire Zone Wrestling, something I doubt someone like Freddy will ever do!"
"And here we are, you challenging me for my FZW belt. You know what? Why not? We'll even do it like this, it'll be you, it'll be me. There'll be no Weaponry or Devil's Associates at my corner, nor will anybody from Brandon's posse be at your side. I also expect you to keep your Monarchy goons out of the ring as well. And we'll be fighting each other, no interferences, no backstabbings, just me against a potential has been!" Chris then extends his arm to the camera, revealing some scars on it, then moved his forefinger and middle finger to himself. "You want it, come and get it!" Chris then walked out of the room and got ready for his match.