Just as King had left the arena, and the live feed had stopped. Riker was left in the ring, pacing as he processed what King had just said. As he paced, he nodded his head, the look on his face, hidden behind his mask almost seemed like he was boiling over in frustration. He continued to circle the inside of the ring as the crowd grew restless over what he would do. After about two minutes of brewing he leaned through the ropes demanding a mic, a stagehand cautious;y, but quickly approached Riker and handed him a microphone. Making his way back to the center of the ring, he kept his head low, as he pushed his freehand through his hair, removing it out of the view of his line of sight. He looked up and scanned the crowd before raising the mic up to his mouth.

"..."

Without a word he lowered the mic, and began to pace around the ring once more, his frustration still seeming to brew. After a few more moments he stopped once more, and returned the mic to his lips.

"I know what your thinking... And it makes me sick too."

Riker slowly lowered and shook his head.

"You see... I like to believe we all have a purpose. A calling if you will. You see, we have your Jeds, that just want to help establish the younger generation, while still proving to themselves that they can still hang even after years of injury and travel have taken it's toll. Then you have your Chronos... Workaholics, be it in the ring and out of it. However they like to think just cause they have the years, and hundreds of past titles, that they are the best.. Then you have your Kings... Talented, intelligent, charismatic, and overall superior then most in the ring. Yet legends like that persist to think they have what it takes, and think that showing up once every five shows is enough to warrant a title opportunity, let alone claim the show revolves around them..."

Riker paused once more, again shaking his head as he slowly paced around the ring. He tightened his grip in the mic as he lifted head towards the crowd and scanned it once over.

"Well lets get one thing straight... No matter who you are, the show does not revolve around you. It don't matter if your The Boss, The Champ, or the lowest guy on the totem pole, not one show, not one company revolves around one guy, or several guys. No..."

Riker lowered his head, again shaking it. He then took a deep breath lifted head and pushed his hair back with his freehand. Once he did that, he pointed out to the crowd, sweeping his arm over the crowd like a scanner.

"It's all about you.. Every show, every Pay-Per-View, every Match.. revolves.. around.. you.."

With that the crowd exploded finally someone that wasn't preaching that he was the solution to the noticeable downward spiral the business had taken. Nor was he preaching that with that one match, or that certain storyline between two Superstars was the solution to get everyone out of they're funk.

"Let's rewind about half a year ago. I had told you people that I was fighting for a cause bigger then me, bigger then any Superstar I've set foot in the ring with, bigger then any Superstar of the past, or future. I'm fighting for the continuity of this business.. You see I don't need hundreds of titles, or majorly hyped feuds, just so people will remember me. Uh-uh... No... In fact I don't need people to remember me, I could careless. This ain't about me..."

Johnathan had stopped pacing for a moment, as he looked across the crowd, then towards the backstage area with a blank, unnerving look.

"So let me break this down for those of you that can't comprehend what I'm saying, and to those of you in the back to stupid realize all your personal qualms with me are pointless. Everything I've done in this business was never personal... only necessary..."

Riker paused once more, he took a deep breath as the crowd sat in silence. Obviously what Riker was saying was very important, as he usually wouldn't be out being very talkative.

"Now... back to necessity. I have a message for the Superstars, and Management. I am not here for your money, nor your titles, I am not here for your recognition, and I certainly don't need your approval. I am here to keep the balance, no one person is the center of THIS Universe."

Riker said as he swept his hand out over the whole of the crowd, as they let out a huge pop for his recognition that the true stars are the fans.

"Without you guys, the so called Superstars that claim they are our salvation, would be celebrating in a mirror, fantasizing about what it would be like to be a champion in the WBA. So without you guys they wouldn't be able to do what they do, and I believe they have forgotten that. Which is a problem. You guys are our Makers, if I was you guys my disposition would be volatile, to see my creations running a muck. No... Which brings me to my next statement... This is a message to any Superstar or Suit that thinks they are our guiding light. Just like God, and Mankind. Humanity can not count on itself to save itself, one must look to a higher power."

Johnathan said pointed out over the crowd.

"I am The Fury of our Maker's Hand... This is not a Warning... This is a Revelation..."

With that Riker casually dropped the mic and left the ring, rolling under the bottom rope. It only took a few moments, but Riker disappeared to the back, as the the camera's stopped rolling.