Fade in to one of the Cruise ships’ clubs where Kin Hiroshi sits at a V.I.P. table facing the crowd. Kevin Powers sits to his side, pointing to the women dancing together. It’s a celebration, bitches. Hiroshi downs his Crown and Coke, and heads to the bathroom. The cameras follow.

Hiroshi locks the door behind him.

Kin Hiroshi: My office, gentleman, has a little bit more discretion than that table out there. Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no Fonzie. I’d have to be getting laid more than once a decade for that to happen.

No, I’m just a regular Joe, who did something everyone said that I couldn't do. I beat Hornet to win the SEE-ESS-DUBYA YOU-ESS title. I know that there’s some of my fans and some CSWA fan boys claiming that Kevin Powers helped me win this title.

To them, I say a strong “f*** off”. Did you see Kevin Powers throw a punch at Hornet that entire match? No. GGKP was out there to be my manager, and look what happened to him! Attacked by that punk Radder. Now, I DO admit that Kevin helped secure a win over Radder to get me to Hornet, but Kevin was out there for morale and inspiration ONLY.

Everyone keeps dropping the name Ruben Ross too. Listen, I was in the ring, and I didn’t see a damn thing happen. One minute Hornet was up, and the next he was down. Sure, I haven’t looked at the tapes, but if Ross HAD TRULY interfered, don’t you think the title would still be around Hornet’s waist?

Instead, it sits securely around my waist, and while some might call me a “faux champion”, I’m still the one with the belt. Look at my name in the record books, the “Current Champion” is written next to Kin Hiroshi. It’s not written next to Hornet, Reuben Ross, or Steve Radder. No offense to my buddy, but it’s not even written next to Kevin Powers’ name.

I have done nothing wrong to win this title. I have done everything that any man, woman, or trans-gendered individual would have done to get this. After all, wouldn’t all of you do whatever it took to be, even, number two in the world of wrestling?

No, I’m not the UNIFIED World Champion, but I assure anyone who thinks that I’m a fake, that the day a World Championship sits around my waist isn’t years away, and it’s not months.

The belt that I sling over my shoulder, or wear around my waist, does nothing but confirm that I am one of the greatest that this sport has ever seen. While I might be the United States Champion, I think that “Kin Hiroshi: UNIFIED World Champion” sounds a whole hell of a lot better.

Contentment is for those without the willingness to take what is rightfully theirs. Do I love being the United States Champion? Absolutely. Will I sit at the top of my stairway for all to come and challenge? Without a doubt. Will I sit by and wait for challengers while others will say “But I’m in the race for the Unified Title, therefore I’m better than Kin Hiroshi”? Not a chance.

There’s only one man in this business who can say that he’s better than me right now: Troy Windham. If anyone else wants to say that Kin Hiroshi is below them, I’ll be the first to meet them in the ring, and the only one leaving that ring on his, or her, own two legs.

I WON this title. It wasn’t given to me. I didn’t get an extra present for my birthday, and it was this title. I put in the sweat and blood to claim it for myself.

Kevin Powers? He’s a great friend, and he’s helped to double my confidence. He kept pushing me to the top, but my fists and my boots were trucking the entire way. Some want to say that this title reign should be his, but, like I’ve said a million times tonight, the title sits around MY waist. Not his, and not any of yours.

A man isn’t made to live forever, but he should strive for his name to be remembered. Now, it’s time for you to ask yourself a question, one that’s been posed a million times before, and one that will be posed for eternity:

Do you know The Muffin Man?