Post by C.J. Gates on Mar 7, 2014 13:17:11 GMT -4
The scene opens at a wrestling event - a WhatTheFuck Wrestling event to be more accurate. The building is not huge, but for it's size it is still packed to the rafters with people.
Announcer: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he is the man that makes it rain, he is the cat in the hizzle....T-DRIZZLE!
"T-Drizzle, Drizzle. This cat's in the Hizzle!" is heard before some generic music plays. After a few moments, the familiar face of T-Drizzle makes his way out from behind the sheet, with the more familiar face the dread locked Mookie LaBraun at his side. T-Drizzle plays to the fans as Mookie looks stoned out his gourd.
Announcer: And his opponent. Hailing from Boxcar Number 7, he is the "Mobile Hobo"...AMBROSE GRUFF!
No one comes out for quite some time, even after the banjo music kicks in. The announcer calls out the name again, but still no one comes out. Eventually, the sheet moves and out steps the decadently clad Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third.
Colonel: I say, I say, lookin' for somethin'?
The seemingly unconscious body of a raggedly clad, bushy haired, possibly smelly man is thrown out from behind. The Colonel simply smiles.
Colonel: Surprised to see me, boy? Been awhile, hasn't it.
In the ring, Mookie is shaking his head, looking around, while T-Drizzle laughs at the old man at the entrance.
Colonel: I'm sure you know what all this means, dont'cha son?
Mookie: Naw, man, naw. Don't do it!
Colonel: But I have to. You see, this here's the week of unfinished business, and my client, a man you know quite well, he's got too much unfinished business. And since he's on a mission to finish the unfinished, well, he's got to deal with you, too, boy.
Mookie: But he hates you, too.
Colonel: Ah, yes, but I cared. I say, I cared for him when he was injured, and I didn't throw him to the side like a discarded piece of pickle.
Before Mookie can say anything in return, the large figure of Rico Casteel rushes past the Colonel and down to the ring. T-Drizzle's eyes go wide as Rico slides under the bottom rope. Drizzle tries to run, but Rico grabs him and hoists him into the air and drops him with a huge spinebuster. Meanwhile, Mookie cowers in the corner as Rico gets nearer. He raises a right fist to punch Mookie, but Mookie instead faints like a woman, hand against his forehead.
The Colonel, meanwhile, has made it to the ring and climbs in. He raises the microphone up and smiles out to the crowd.
Colonel: He's, I say, I say, he's baaaaack!
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Voice Over: Finally.
The sound of weights being lifted and dropped on other weights can be heard before the shot of the large, imposing figure of Rico Casteel can be seen doing some leg presses. His eyes are open wide, sweat pouring down his face as he remains transfixed ahead of him. The voice over continues.
Voice Over: A match three years in the making will finally occur.
A rapid fire succession of shots follow. Individual shots of James Chambers and Rico Casteel. Shots of the two strongmen fighting and brawling in and around the ring. Highlight photographs of their triple threat match with Isamu Suzuki can be seen, with James Chambers holding the World title high, grinning at Rico. The final shot is of James Chambers leaving the ring area, his back to the ring.
Voice Over: Ferocity runs rampant.
Rico Casteel viciously punches a punching bag adorned with a photograph of Chambers' face, Rico's eyes still carrying that wildness in them. He doesn't let up, not even when the beans are starting to spill from split seams all over the bag.
Voice Over: Hatred is high.
A few more punches from Rico before he lands one heavy punch right to the picture of Chambers' face, knocking the punching bag off the hook it was on and sending it down to the ground.
Voice Over: At Rasslemania X, the war will be settled.
Rico stands over the punching bag, breathing heavy, eyes still wide.
Voice Over: At Rasslemania X, a winner will be declared.
Rico cracks his neck as a slight smile creeps across his lips.
Voice Over: At Rasslemania X, only one man will walk out of the arena.
Rico begins to chuckle, first softly to himself, but it slowly gets louder. After a few moments, Rico raises up his right arm and punches towards the camera, sending everything into darkness.
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The scene opens up inside of a restaurant. Families can be seen sitting around tables and in booths eating together and having a good time. At the far end of the restaurant, one man sits all alone in a booth, sipping at an empty drink. The waitress comes by and Reginald Schmidt looks up at here.
Reginald: Another virgin rum and coke, please.
She nods, takes the empty glass, and disappears. Reginald looks around the restaurant, looking quite content, but his look changes to fear as he sees Rico Casteel enter the restaurant. He tries to cower in the booth but Rico spots him and quickly makes his way over, sliding into the booth across from a wide-eyed Reggie.
Rico: Fancy meeting you here.
Reginald: How'd you know I'd-
Rico: I have my ways.
The waitress returns with a drink for Reginald.
Waitress: Anything for you?
Rico: No, I'm fine. I won't be too long, just saw my old friend here and I thought I'd catch up.
She smiles and leaves. Reginald keeps his eyes locked on Rico.
Reginald: What do you want?
Rico: Just to catch up. After all, I let Asylum so quickly I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Reginald: I was okay with that, considering the last time we spoke face to face-
Rico: You ended up knocked out on the ground, I know. But believe me, that was never my intention. From the moment you took over Asylum, I did not want to enter into any arguments with you, but you couldn't see it the same way.
Reginald: Me?
Rico: You. You had to try and screw me out of everything, didn't you? I won the battle royal at Rasslemania to earn a shot at the World Heavyweight title, and you had to throw Isamu Suzuki in the way to try and screw me over. James Chambers runs away from me like the scared dog that he is, and instead of recognizing me as the rightful champion, me, the number one contender at the time, you had to try and give the honor to Chris Cyrus.
Reginald sits, dumbstruck as Rico continues.
Rico: Then you stacked the deck against me at One Night in Hell, putting me into that Elimination Chamber. Sure, I lost and your plan worked, but you didn't get rid of me. If anything you made things worse, but just when Mike Morrison and I were starting to turn the Asylum into someplace fun, you had to screw me over by paying him to injure me.
Reginald: I never-
Rico holds up his right hand, palm open.
Rico: Do you deny these things, Reginald? Do you deny that you tried, at every possible avenue, to screw me over and keep me from standing on top of the kingdom that I helped build? Do you!? You were afraid of me since jump street and tried to hold me down. Whenever you heard my music or, hell, whenever you saw a poster of me, you wet your pants. I guess I should commend you for doing what you had to do to get me out of your way forever.
Reginald swallows hard and blinks a few times.
Reginald: Really?
Rico: No.
Rico chuckles and shakes his head.
Rico: You think I would come here just to shake your hand and walk away? How naive are you?
Reginald: You can't hit me, not here! Not here, please!
Rico laughs a bit louder.
Rico: You think I'm going to hit you? Oh no, Reggie, that would be too easy. The only reason why I'm here is to show you that your nightmare will never end. That I am still alive and kicking, and the moment you think otherwise, is the moment you're going to regret. You might have thought you'd gotten rid of me, but think again.
Rico cracks a smile and leans closer.
Rico: No matter where you go, I could be there. No matter where you turn, I could be waiting around the corner. You put me through hell when I was a member of the APW roster, Reginald, and I won't let you forget how much that pissed me off. Just like I am for James Chambers, until your dying days, I will be the one thing that haunts your life. I will be your Forever Nightmare.
Rico smiles a bit broader before patting the table next to Reginald's hand. Reginald jumps in his seat and Rico chuckles. Casteel then gets up and heads through the restaurant to the door, exiting. The waitress comes back to the table, pad of paper in hand.
Waitress: You ready to order?
Reginald: No. I think I've lost my appetite.
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Rico: Finally the time has come.
The scene opens with Rico Casteel sitting on a large throne, wearing a long black trench coat. The throne is chipped and cracked, and after years of unuse, a thick later of dust sits on the spots where Rico is not. On his head, a faded crown sits. Rico has a smile on his face as he stares straight ahead.
Rico: The last time I stepped inside an APW ring, I was promptly put out by my former tag team partner Mike Morrison. People have often wondered why I never came back after I healed up. They've questioned why I never vowed to return to strike vengeance upon Morrison for what he did, for ruining our chance at APW gold. And every time I am asked that question, I can only sit back and laugh. And the answer I eventually give?
Why should I?
Everything that was to be done in APW, I did it. Whether it was defeating nineteen nobodies in a battle royal, destroying Basket case Harvey, proving my worth to Chris Cyrus and Reginald Schmidt, or laying waste to anyone that stepped in my way, I did it. I left bodies broken in my wake. I left people trembling. What more was there for me to do? Continue to dominate? Sure, but at some point it would have gotten old. At some point a change would have been needed.
Rico sits back against the high back to the chair, smiling a bit more.
Rico: If I returned, there was only one thing I would have wanted, and that one thing was unattainable. No matter how many times the little mole popped his head up out of the God damn hole, he always disappeared before I could whack him properly. No matter how many times he teased, he eventually ran with his tail between his legs.
I'm sure everyone knows who I am talking about by now. The one thing I would have wanted was to destroy James Chambers.
The one man who was set to do battle with me. The one man who promptly turned and ran from APW with his tail between his legs. The man who promised the world that he was the best thing to happen to it, only really had one man that could challenge him. One man that could be his equal.
And he ran from him.
Rico shakes his head with a chuckle before standing up from the chair and pacing the floor in front of it, his trench coat flowing out behind him.
Rico: It's taken him three years to realize that no matter what he did, he would eventually have to meet his maker. He would eventually have to throw down with me one on one. No matter how many times he tried to push it out of his mind, no matter how many times he tried to look past it, the thought still creeps up. And I knew that at one point, he would realize this and submit. At one point he would walk back to the APW, his head hung, and sign his name on the dotted line across from mine.
Now that time has come.
Rico smiles wide and turns his back on the throne.
Rico: How does it feel, James? How does it feel to know you have already lost a match before it has even begun? How does it feel to know defeat is in the air? How does it feel to know that no matter how many years you stay away, no matter what you do, the outcome is going to be the same as it would have been back then.
You tried to run and you tried to hide but deep down, you knew that it wouldn't change anything. You knew that no matter where you went, the shame you felt for abandoning the match would still be there, eating at you. The guilt for letting your fans down would assault you, and after all of these years, after all of this time waiting, we finally get to put an end to our story. An end to you.
Defeating you would have given me validity when I was the APW World Heavyweight champion. It would have given me legitimacy. It would have allowed me to shove all of Reginald's obstacles down his throat. Instead, I had to jump through his hoops. I had to fight the unworthy for the title that I had already earned. For the right that I deserved. Instead of giving me what I deserved when you chickened out, he held it from me, and you are to blame for that.
Everything that happened to him after that, can only be blamed on you, James. The one that the people looked to for rescue was allowing others to feel pain on his behalf.
But I'm sure you don't even care.
Rico chuckles and sits back down in the throne.
Rico: After all, this is about now. The past, while important, probably doesn't matter to you right about now, does it? You're probably going to claim you forgot all about it, anyway, which is just a laughable idea. This is not something you should be forgetting about, James. This is something that should be haunting your every day life.
Maybe I'm just not that important to you, and if that is the case, it will only be a matter of time before you're picking up your teeth from the ringside area at Rasslemania. If you've put everything that happened out of mind, then you are going to be in no way prepared for what I've got coming your way.
Maybe you just don't value what I've done. You probably didn't take kindly to when everyone was recognizing the Asylum as my Kingdom of Madness. You probably weren't taking to kindly while I sat on this throne week in and week out, with all the peasants bowing down before me. Well, James, guess what? You're just like one of them now, a peasant, and you better recognize me as the rightful king. The rightful ruler. I may not have the strap anymore, but I still command the fear.
What might be the better part, James, is that I know you fear me. Some people might just talk tough about it, but I know with you, it's true. With you, it's as obvious as the little yellow line trickling down your leg. You can come out here and deny it all you want, let the people believe that you didn't spend the past few years waiting, anticipating, hoping for something to happen. You knew just how, shall we say, unstable my mind was, and the moment you left, you knew it wouldn't be the end.
Now here we are. After three years of torture, we're finally stepping into the ring so that I can finish the job that should have been mine at Mayhem. So that I can finish the job that should have been mine at Test for the Best. So I can finish the job that you stole from me, James.
For you, this is also a chance. This is a chance for you to come face to face with that haunting presence, that Forever Nightmare. This is the chance for you admit defeat and show everyone who the rightful ruler of Asylum really was.
And by the end of the night, James, I expect that you will bow down and kiss my boots. I expect for you to show your humility or I will beat it out of you.
Get ready, James, because by the end of the night, by the time your Rasslemania X moment is through, you will bow down to the King of Madness.
Announcer: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he is the man that makes it rain, he is the cat in the hizzle....T-DRIZZLE!
"T-Drizzle, Drizzle. This cat's in the Hizzle!" is heard before some generic music plays. After a few moments, the familiar face of T-Drizzle makes his way out from behind the sheet, with the more familiar face the dread locked Mookie LaBraun at his side. T-Drizzle plays to the fans as Mookie looks stoned out his gourd.
Announcer: And his opponent. Hailing from Boxcar Number 7, he is the "Mobile Hobo"...AMBROSE GRUFF!
No one comes out for quite some time, even after the banjo music kicks in. The announcer calls out the name again, but still no one comes out. Eventually, the sheet moves and out steps the decadently clad Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third.
Colonel: I say, I say, lookin' for somethin'?
The seemingly unconscious body of a raggedly clad, bushy haired, possibly smelly man is thrown out from behind. The Colonel simply smiles.
Colonel: Surprised to see me, boy? Been awhile, hasn't it.
In the ring, Mookie is shaking his head, looking around, while T-Drizzle laughs at the old man at the entrance.
Colonel: I'm sure you know what all this means, dont'cha son?
Mookie: Naw, man, naw. Don't do it!
Colonel: But I have to. You see, this here's the week of unfinished business, and my client, a man you know quite well, he's got too much unfinished business. And since he's on a mission to finish the unfinished, well, he's got to deal with you, too, boy.
Mookie: But he hates you, too.
Colonel: Ah, yes, but I cared. I say, I cared for him when he was injured, and I didn't throw him to the side like a discarded piece of pickle.
Before Mookie can say anything in return, the large figure of Rico Casteel rushes past the Colonel and down to the ring. T-Drizzle's eyes go wide as Rico slides under the bottom rope. Drizzle tries to run, but Rico grabs him and hoists him into the air and drops him with a huge spinebuster. Meanwhile, Mookie cowers in the corner as Rico gets nearer. He raises a right fist to punch Mookie, but Mookie instead faints like a woman, hand against his forehead.
The Colonel, meanwhile, has made it to the ring and climbs in. He raises the microphone up and smiles out to the crowd.
Colonel: He's, I say, I say, he's baaaaack!
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Voice Over: Finally.
The sound of weights being lifted and dropped on other weights can be heard before the shot of the large, imposing figure of Rico Casteel can be seen doing some leg presses. His eyes are open wide, sweat pouring down his face as he remains transfixed ahead of him. The voice over continues.
Voice Over: A match three years in the making will finally occur.
A rapid fire succession of shots follow. Individual shots of James Chambers and Rico Casteel. Shots of the two strongmen fighting and brawling in and around the ring. Highlight photographs of their triple threat match with Isamu Suzuki can be seen, with James Chambers holding the World title high, grinning at Rico. The final shot is of James Chambers leaving the ring area, his back to the ring.
Voice Over: Ferocity runs rampant.
Rico Casteel viciously punches a punching bag adorned with a photograph of Chambers' face, Rico's eyes still carrying that wildness in them. He doesn't let up, not even when the beans are starting to spill from split seams all over the bag.
Voice Over: Hatred is high.
A few more punches from Rico before he lands one heavy punch right to the picture of Chambers' face, knocking the punching bag off the hook it was on and sending it down to the ground.
Voice Over: At Rasslemania X, the war will be settled.
Rico stands over the punching bag, breathing heavy, eyes still wide.
Voice Over: At Rasslemania X, a winner will be declared.
Rico cracks his neck as a slight smile creeps across his lips.
Voice Over: At Rasslemania X, only one man will walk out of the arena.
Rico begins to chuckle, first softly to himself, but it slowly gets louder. After a few moments, Rico raises up his right arm and punches towards the camera, sending everything into darkness.
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The scene opens up inside of a restaurant. Families can be seen sitting around tables and in booths eating together and having a good time. At the far end of the restaurant, one man sits all alone in a booth, sipping at an empty drink. The waitress comes by and Reginald Schmidt looks up at here.
Reginald: Another virgin rum and coke, please.
She nods, takes the empty glass, and disappears. Reginald looks around the restaurant, looking quite content, but his look changes to fear as he sees Rico Casteel enter the restaurant. He tries to cower in the booth but Rico spots him and quickly makes his way over, sliding into the booth across from a wide-eyed Reggie.
Rico: Fancy meeting you here.
Reginald: How'd you know I'd-
Rico: I have my ways.
The waitress returns with a drink for Reginald.
Waitress: Anything for you?
Rico: No, I'm fine. I won't be too long, just saw my old friend here and I thought I'd catch up.
She smiles and leaves. Reginald keeps his eyes locked on Rico.
Reginald: What do you want?
Rico: Just to catch up. After all, I let Asylum so quickly I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Reginald: I was okay with that, considering the last time we spoke face to face-
Rico: You ended up knocked out on the ground, I know. But believe me, that was never my intention. From the moment you took over Asylum, I did not want to enter into any arguments with you, but you couldn't see it the same way.
Reginald: Me?
Rico: You. You had to try and screw me out of everything, didn't you? I won the battle royal at Rasslemania to earn a shot at the World Heavyweight title, and you had to throw Isamu Suzuki in the way to try and screw me over. James Chambers runs away from me like the scared dog that he is, and instead of recognizing me as the rightful champion, me, the number one contender at the time, you had to try and give the honor to Chris Cyrus.
Reginald sits, dumbstruck as Rico continues.
Rico: Then you stacked the deck against me at One Night in Hell, putting me into that Elimination Chamber. Sure, I lost and your plan worked, but you didn't get rid of me. If anything you made things worse, but just when Mike Morrison and I were starting to turn the Asylum into someplace fun, you had to screw me over by paying him to injure me.
Reginald: I never-
Rico holds up his right hand, palm open.
Rico: Do you deny these things, Reginald? Do you deny that you tried, at every possible avenue, to screw me over and keep me from standing on top of the kingdom that I helped build? Do you!? You were afraid of me since jump street and tried to hold me down. Whenever you heard my music or, hell, whenever you saw a poster of me, you wet your pants. I guess I should commend you for doing what you had to do to get me out of your way forever.
Reginald swallows hard and blinks a few times.
Reginald: Really?
Rico: No.
Rico chuckles and shakes his head.
Rico: You think I would come here just to shake your hand and walk away? How naive are you?
Reginald: You can't hit me, not here! Not here, please!
Rico laughs a bit louder.
Rico: You think I'm going to hit you? Oh no, Reggie, that would be too easy. The only reason why I'm here is to show you that your nightmare will never end. That I am still alive and kicking, and the moment you think otherwise, is the moment you're going to regret. You might have thought you'd gotten rid of me, but think again.
Rico cracks a smile and leans closer.
Rico: No matter where you go, I could be there. No matter where you turn, I could be waiting around the corner. You put me through hell when I was a member of the APW roster, Reginald, and I won't let you forget how much that pissed me off. Just like I am for James Chambers, until your dying days, I will be the one thing that haunts your life. I will be your Forever Nightmare.
Rico smiles a bit broader before patting the table next to Reginald's hand. Reginald jumps in his seat and Rico chuckles. Casteel then gets up and heads through the restaurant to the door, exiting. The waitress comes back to the table, pad of paper in hand.
Waitress: You ready to order?
Reginald: No. I think I've lost my appetite.
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Rico: Finally the time has come.
The scene opens with Rico Casteel sitting on a large throne, wearing a long black trench coat. The throne is chipped and cracked, and after years of unuse, a thick later of dust sits on the spots where Rico is not. On his head, a faded crown sits. Rico has a smile on his face as he stares straight ahead.
Rico: The last time I stepped inside an APW ring, I was promptly put out by my former tag team partner Mike Morrison. People have often wondered why I never came back after I healed up. They've questioned why I never vowed to return to strike vengeance upon Morrison for what he did, for ruining our chance at APW gold. And every time I am asked that question, I can only sit back and laugh. And the answer I eventually give?
Why should I?
Everything that was to be done in APW, I did it. Whether it was defeating nineteen nobodies in a battle royal, destroying Basket case Harvey, proving my worth to Chris Cyrus and Reginald Schmidt, or laying waste to anyone that stepped in my way, I did it. I left bodies broken in my wake. I left people trembling. What more was there for me to do? Continue to dominate? Sure, but at some point it would have gotten old. At some point a change would have been needed.
Rico sits back against the high back to the chair, smiling a bit more.
Rico: If I returned, there was only one thing I would have wanted, and that one thing was unattainable. No matter how many times the little mole popped his head up out of the God damn hole, he always disappeared before I could whack him properly. No matter how many times he teased, he eventually ran with his tail between his legs.
I'm sure everyone knows who I am talking about by now. The one thing I would have wanted was to destroy James Chambers.
The one man who was set to do battle with me. The one man who promptly turned and ran from APW with his tail between his legs. The man who promised the world that he was the best thing to happen to it, only really had one man that could challenge him. One man that could be his equal.
And he ran from him.
Rico shakes his head with a chuckle before standing up from the chair and pacing the floor in front of it, his trench coat flowing out behind him.
Rico: It's taken him three years to realize that no matter what he did, he would eventually have to meet his maker. He would eventually have to throw down with me one on one. No matter how many times he tried to push it out of his mind, no matter how many times he tried to look past it, the thought still creeps up. And I knew that at one point, he would realize this and submit. At one point he would walk back to the APW, his head hung, and sign his name on the dotted line across from mine.
Now that time has come.
Rico smiles wide and turns his back on the throne.
Rico: How does it feel, James? How does it feel to know you have already lost a match before it has even begun? How does it feel to know defeat is in the air? How does it feel to know that no matter how many years you stay away, no matter what you do, the outcome is going to be the same as it would have been back then.
You tried to run and you tried to hide but deep down, you knew that it wouldn't change anything. You knew that no matter where you went, the shame you felt for abandoning the match would still be there, eating at you. The guilt for letting your fans down would assault you, and after all of these years, after all of this time waiting, we finally get to put an end to our story. An end to you.
Defeating you would have given me validity when I was the APW World Heavyweight champion. It would have given me legitimacy. It would have allowed me to shove all of Reginald's obstacles down his throat. Instead, I had to jump through his hoops. I had to fight the unworthy for the title that I had already earned. For the right that I deserved. Instead of giving me what I deserved when you chickened out, he held it from me, and you are to blame for that.
Everything that happened to him after that, can only be blamed on you, James. The one that the people looked to for rescue was allowing others to feel pain on his behalf.
But I'm sure you don't even care.
Rico chuckles and sits back down in the throne.
Rico: After all, this is about now. The past, while important, probably doesn't matter to you right about now, does it? You're probably going to claim you forgot all about it, anyway, which is just a laughable idea. This is not something you should be forgetting about, James. This is something that should be haunting your every day life.
Maybe I'm just not that important to you, and if that is the case, it will only be a matter of time before you're picking up your teeth from the ringside area at Rasslemania. If you've put everything that happened out of mind, then you are going to be in no way prepared for what I've got coming your way.
Maybe you just don't value what I've done. You probably didn't take kindly to when everyone was recognizing the Asylum as my Kingdom of Madness. You probably weren't taking to kindly while I sat on this throne week in and week out, with all the peasants bowing down before me. Well, James, guess what? You're just like one of them now, a peasant, and you better recognize me as the rightful king. The rightful ruler. I may not have the strap anymore, but I still command the fear.
What might be the better part, James, is that I know you fear me. Some people might just talk tough about it, but I know with you, it's true. With you, it's as obvious as the little yellow line trickling down your leg. You can come out here and deny it all you want, let the people believe that you didn't spend the past few years waiting, anticipating, hoping for something to happen. You knew just how, shall we say, unstable my mind was, and the moment you left, you knew it wouldn't be the end.
Now here we are. After three years of torture, we're finally stepping into the ring so that I can finish the job that should have been mine at Mayhem. So that I can finish the job that should have been mine at Test for the Best. So I can finish the job that you stole from me, James.
For you, this is also a chance. This is a chance for you to come face to face with that haunting presence, that Forever Nightmare. This is the chance for you admit defeat and show everyone who the rightful ruler of Asylum really was.
And by the end of the night, James, I expect that you will bow down and kiss my boots. I expect for you to show your humility or I will beat it out of you.
Get ready, James, because by the end of the night, by the time your Rasslemania X moment is through, you will bow down to the King of Madness.
