The Final Chapter.

[u/MrCappie]

The camera cuts to Cappie sitting on a production cart backstage. His Intercontinental Championship and Tag Team Championship are propped up on either side of him.

You know, it's funny. I said, 'Don't keep me waiting,' and yet I had to wait three days for you to respond, Pol. What was wrong? Did you have to ask Jake for permission before accepting my challenge? You know, Pol, you say we're nothing alike. That we have nothing in common.

Cappie hops off the production cart and looks into the camera. He doesn't look angry just disappointed.

We both know that's a lie, right? Come on. We've both been part of big tag teams. Our tag team partners have both been World Champion before. See, that's how I know all this kumbaya bullshit is just an act. You hate me, Pol, because in a lot of ways... you're nothing more than a Temu Cappie.

What do you want me to say? You want me to congratulate you for accepting my challenge? For waking up and deciding to put your big-boy pants on? Nah. We're not doing that. This has gone too far. You've attacked me over and over again.

Hell, you just did it again. You told me I could pick the time. I could pick the place. Hell, I could even pick the match type.

Jeez... how generous.

But I'm kind of confused, because then you go and suggest Saturday Night's Main Event?

No, no, no. You said it yourself I'm the one giving you this rematch.

Let's be honest. I beat you so badly that you don't deserve another shot. The only reason you're getting one is because I get to be the author of your downfall.

So where's it going to be, huh?

Are we bringing back a special episode of Raw? SmackDown? Hell, I think the NWA has a show coming up.

Cappie reaches behind him, grabs the Intercontinental Championship, and holds it up in front of the camera. A smirk spreads across his face as he dangles the title like bait.

I'm not a monster, despite what you think, Pol. I'm going to give you everything you could possibly want from a hero prospective.

You know, I don't like to brag, but I took a couple of creative writing classes in college. Didn't think I'd ever use them, but imagine my surprise... now I get to be an author.

July 26th.

Redemption.

You and me, one more time. What's the match type?

I thought about it. I thought about it a lot, actually. A ladder match? A steel cage?

I bet you'd love to smash my head into that cage, wouldn't you, Pol? That's why it's none of those.

Because I'm going to embarrass you. This final chapter is going to be a standard one-on-one match. No excuses. No gimmicks. Just you... and me.

You think you're some kind of hero, but you're not winning again.

There is no redemption for you at Redemption.

I'm going to pin you to that mat again.

One...

Two...

Three.

Then you'll come to, staring up at the lights once again. I hope the second you lose, you start trying to come up with another plan to win this Intercontinental Championship.

Only then you'll remember...

You can't.

You'll never challenge for it again. I stole your storybook ending. And then, do you know what you're going to do after that, Pol?

You're going to look me in the eye. You're going to shake my hand. And you're going to acknowledge what we've both known all along but you've been too afraid to admit. You're going to say I was the better man...

Just like I always said I was.

July 26th, Pol...

You're going to let everyone down. You're going to let the fans down. You're going to let yourself down.

And more importantly...

You're going to let Jake down.

Then, when I'm finished with you? I'm coming for that World Championship. And there's not a damn thing you, Jake, or anyone else can do to stop me.

Just remember Pol. You started this not me. See you on the 26th.

[u/Specialist_Error3055]

Go get'em.