Post by C.J. Gates on Mar 25, 2011 20:21:12 GMT -4
"I warned you, Madok.
"I told you that stepping into the ring with me was the worst idea you could have. I told you that I wouldn't care about your submission rules, I would simply pound you down until you could not get up, and then simply win the match that way. And that is exactly what I did.
"And knowing you, you are going to be looking for revenge. You are going to be looking for something to ease your mind when it comes to me, because you aren't the sort to take a loss easy. You aren't one to admit when you've been bettered, by anyone. But I think you and I both know that if we were to engage in a rubber match, I would still come out on top.
"But I can't be worried about you right now. Or at least, not only you. Because I have my sights set on James Chambers and his Insane Heavyweight title. I have my eye on the big prize. And I warn you, Madok, if you even try to get in my way, I will make sure that you forever remember my name. That you forever remember the day that your career came to an abrupt halt.
"Because that is what I do.
"And just like I did two weeks ago at Asylum, I will use you as an example. I will mow you down as I state my case to be mentioned alongside James Chambers. As I make strides toward becoming the first one to hold both the Insane and Suicidal titles. The important titles in IWC.
"Though, this isn't me saying that you shouldn't at least, try to stop me. That you shouldn't make the match interesting. Because I welcome competition. I welcome the misguided that think they can actually make a name for themselves at my expense. And this battle royal is just another chance for me to prove that to you, Mr. Cloud Chaser.
"This is my time. Another opportunity for the Loose Cannon to show his true colors.
"Eventually, all of those colors end up turning into gold.
"And there is nothing you can do to stop that, Madok. Nothing at all."
(The scene opens up in a dead end alley. Here we see Pookie LaBraun standing all alone looking quite nervous. He has his hands stuffed into the pockets of his long jacket, and is shuffling his feet quickly, glancing at the entrance to the alley every few seconds. After a few moments, a large man with gray hair stops at the mouth of the alley, looks both ways, and then walks toward Pookie, looking rather run down. He slows his paces as he gets closer to Pookie, who steps out from the wall he was leaning against.)
"You must be Antwan."
(The large, gray haired man smiles and when he speaks, there is evidence of a heavy Russian accent.)
"My name is Anton Rossovich."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's alright. And you are?"
"Pookie LaBraun."
"LaBraun? There are more of him?"
"Of who? Mookie? Yeah, I'm his cousin."
(Anton shakes his head as Mookie LaBraun walks into the shot.)
"Antwan! Glad ya could make it!"
"Mookie, surprised to see you. I thought for sure you would be dead by now."
"Naw, man, I'm still kickin'. Just doin' my own thang, y'know?"
(Anton rolls his eyes.)
"So what did you need from me?"
"Well, I'm tapped, right? I need a little somethin' to help make my case. To help make sure that shit goes the way I want it to, right?"
"Right. And what do you need from me?"
"Some product."
(Anton smiles and shakes his head again.)
"I'm sorry, friend, but I have nothing. I stopped holding awhile ago."
"Yeah, but you've gotta have somethin' right? Maybe back at your place? Or money, I could just buy some."
"Don't you have any?"
"Well, yeah, but I ain't gonna use my personal stash for this. I still need somethin' to get my by."
"Where could we buy some?"
"Well, we gotta figure some other stuff out first before we even worry about that."
"Listen, Mookie. Just tell me what you need it for. Exactly what you need it for."
(Mookie glances over at Pookie and sighs.)
"You remember Rico Casteel, right?"
"Nope."
"Ah, c'mon, you remember that guy that Pookie was managing a few years back? That big doofus with the bald head?"
"Oh, him. His name was Rico?"
"Is Rico."
(Anton glares over at Pookie, causing Pookie to cower into the shadows a bit.)
"Anyways, we need the bidness so that we can make sure someone works in our favor. We've got some old codger workin' the ropes to try and get Rico workin' with him, but we gotta make sure he doesn't flip, right? Gotta make sure that he don't turn us in or somethin'."
"So, just watching your own asses, right?"
"Right."
"And what is this old man's name?"
"General Freddy von Fountain?"
"Naw, Mook, his name is Frederick de LaFontaine the third."
"Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third, to be precise."
(Anton, Mookie and Pookie all turn to see Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine himself walking into the alley, wearing his yellow suit and hat.)
"Now what, I say, what is going on around here?"
"Shit. You followin' us?"
"I was coming to visit you. Pookie told me to meet you here tonight."
"Pookie!"
"Naw, I said tomorrow night. Tomorrow."
(The Colonel pulls out his cell phone and reviews his text messages.)
"Are ya sure? 'Cause I've got the text right here. It says for me to meet you in this alley on Friday night."
"Shit, does it?"
(Anton chuckles as he leans against a dumpster, pulls out a cigarette and lights it.)
"Damnit, Pookie! You fucked up the day!"
"So then, what's the problem? I'm here, ain't I? Why don't we just do whatever it is you were going to do."
"Yes. Why don't you."
(Mookie shakes his head and then looks hard at Pookie. Suddenly a street light at the mouth of the alley flicks on, as does something in Mookie's head.)
"Well, Gramps, what we were gonna do was get you a special present for joinin' up with us. We were gonna make it a surprise, but since someone fucked up the date, it ain't gonna be much of a surprise."
"Well, what were you boys going to do?"
(Mookie nods at Anton.)
"We were gonna buy some of the nicest stuff from my old friend Antwan here, but he ain't got shit on him so we can't getcha that gift."
"Well, if I can be frank for a moment, helping the two of you is gift enough for me. Making an old man feel useful again."
"You sure?"
"Definitely."
(Mookie and Pookie exchange a glance as Anton continues to smoke on his cigarette.)
"So, what's the plan? The next step that we're going to take with this Rico?"
"Well, did you talk to him the other day like you said you were going to?"
"Indeed I did, son. As far as he knows, I'm working with him to get rid of the two of you."
"Excellent. See, Antwan, that is how you get a job done."
(Anton shakes his head at Mookie.)
"Aight, so now, I guess we can just let you do what you gotta do to help Rico. Make try an' talk up Pookie or somethin', get Rico thinkin' that Pookie might not be a bad manager after all."
"Are you, I say, are you two sure we won't get found out? I mean, the last thing I want to do is get on the wrong side of that man."
"Don't worry. He gets onto us, I'll send a few of my associates at him."
"Like Anton here?"
"Naw, he ain't more than a doper. I've got a few twin towers that will make Rico shit his pants."
(Anton chuckles.)
"Alright. Sounds like a plan. I'll keep the two of you informed with what is going on."
"Sounds good, Colonel."
"Till next time, gentlemen."
(Colonel tips his hat and exits the alley. After a few moments, Mookie wipes sweat from his forehead.)
"Shit, that was close. Almost fucked us again, Pookie."
"I swear I told him tomorrow."
"Maybe he is onto you two."
"Don't say shit like that Antwan. Don't say anything like that. Though, now I'm startin' to realize why Rico kicked your ass to the curb."
(Mookie and Anton share a laugh as Pookie kicks dirt with his feet as the scene fades out to black.)
"So this is what I have to go through so that I can get my shot at James Chambers? These are the hoops I have to jump through? Well, if Reginald and Jeff want to punish their unfortunate wrestlers like this, than by all means, I'm game. After all, looking at those that will be involved in the battle royal, I don't really have anything to worry about, now do I?
"I'm not always one to judge, but it looks as though the majority of this match haven't been seen or heard from in quite some time. Still, I guess they are all warranted one last shot to prove themselves. One last moment in the sun before their careers fade away into thin air. None of them can hold a candle to me, not a single one. And the only man who might be able to challenge me, well, I'm sure he's learned his lesson. I'm sure he's learned not to mess with the Loose Cannon.
"But where do we start? How do we get the ball rolling in true Loose Cannon fashion?
"Let's start at the top, shall we?
"Criss Cassidy. You have done nothing in the past little while to make me think you are a threat. You have done nothing to open my eyes. You lost to Biggs at Survive and Conquer, you lost to Biggs the following night, and you have lost just about every match since then. I don't want to be too harsh since, at one point, the word around the street was that you had great promise. That you were once an eye-opening wrestler that the APW fans loved to cheer for. But now...now you've just fallen into the void. Fallen into the black hole. Maybe this is when you climb out and do what everyone knows you can do. Maybe...but I doubt it. Because, if I can be honest with you, your time has come and gone. Your shot at fame is over. And if you don't believe that, then I will be the nail in the coffin of that.
"Alexandra Callaway? The Princess Demon? You haven't done a damn thing, have you? I think you won one match before becoming a back drop to the Xtreme Champion. Before becoming his arm candy. And that's fine. Perhaps you've found your calling after all.
"Maybe I should be worried about Mr. Dangerous, though. He has managed to rack up quite a string of wins but...I think this is where his ride ends. Might be a bit rash for me to say that, right? After all, this is the man who wanted to quit before his first match. The man that still hasn't been released from his contract. And all of that doesn't exactly translate well into a threat to my eventual victory. So let's just brush that gnat aside and focus on something more important.
"El Imitador. Fire Dragon. Rip McGrip. James Ward. Curtis Williams. The remaining dregs that the APW can throw into the fire. Which is fine. It allows them to weed out the dead weight that much easier after I'm through destroying their bodies. After I've made each and everyone of them wish that they were in Mr. Dangerous' shoes. Though perhaps Khaos could be a threat, because he has at least won a few matches and has shown up, but I'm not holding my breath.
"Because I have my eyes set on the prize.
"As I'm sure a few of my IWC companions do.
"This is the chance that Ebon has been waiting for, though I doubt he takes advantage of it. He was the one that wanted to beat my ass outside of the arena after I used him as fodder in sending a message to Nate Bishop. He was the man that was spewing venom after all of that happened, and then he has done nothing to back it up. That is why I don't think he will take advantage of the situation that has been laid out before him. That is why I think he will drop the ball this week. Not because he doesn't have the ability to fight the tough fight, but because he doesn't have the heart, he doesn't have the passion. And that will hurt him in the long run. But I hope he shows up, because I've also waited for the moment that I could shut him up. The moment that I could make him eat the words he spat out so viciously.
"To show him how a true warrior battles.
"Perhaps this is the moment that Bobby Bodacious and The Gambler have been waiting for. The chance to really stick it to Madok Mortalis and move on from him and his Tap Out title. They at least have the talent and the ability to get the job done, though it will be a tough stretch for me to think it actually possible. At least, as far as I am concerned. Though I will give them something. The moment they enter the ring, and Madok is there, they can do whatever it is they want to do to him. They want to enter the ring just to give him a few licks of punishment? Then I am all for that. Because we have a common disgust for someone. Because we haven't crossed paths. But believe me, the moment they step in my line of fire, and the moment they get in my way...their quest in this match is over.
"Done.
"Finished.
"Perhaps some of the IWC newcomers will give me a run for my money. Allison Detorre? I hear she has the talent to make a run for the top, but her time might be working against her. Which is a pity, because it's always nice to have a bit more fodder for me to work against. A few more bodies to turn into examples for everyone watching. For James Chambers to see. Isamu Suzuki? Perhaps. He showed some talent at Asylum against Chris Cyrus, but...he didn't beat him. And I think the verdict is out on Chris Cyrus. He's like that guy that tries really hard but he doesn't have what it takes to climb over the hump. And Suzuki couldn't beat him? Doesn't bode well for him if you ask me. Though I'm sure Grace Kerr will actually show up and prove to be not only a factor in this match, but a valuable member of the IWC roster. And once everyone gets a chance to figure out what she's saying, I'm sure they will see it, too. It's just a pity that she was thrown into this match so soon in her tenure here. It's a shame that she is going to have this moment plastered in her mind. The moment when her hopes and dreams are smashed, and Rico Casteel stands tall with his arm raised in triumphant victory.
"Though I hear she has other plans, other incentives. She isn't as hard pressed for a shot at James Chambers like I am.
"And the last man representing IWC in this battle royal? Jason Royce. To be honest, I'm still shocked this guy has a spot in any federation. He seems to have figured out a good way to continue getting paid and putting in little to know work. Perhaps that's his M.O. He lures you into a false sense of security and then when you least expect it...
"BAM!
"Game's over. And at Asylum, he failed to win a spot in the War Games match by taking the gracefully quick loss to Pierce. Perhaps he was just setting everything up for this moment. Just setting it all up for a quick blitzkrieg win in this battle royal. Or perhaps he's just given up. He's fine taking the beating every few weeks, getting his paycheck and feeding his habit. Whatever the case may be, the one thing we can all agree on, is that he won't be making an impact this week at Rasslemania.
"The only one I am actually worried about is Madok. And even that is said with a bit of hesitation. Because while Madok is getting off on the fact that I said the word worry, the truth is that he is the only one that can challenge me. Though, for his challenge to turn into reality, he would have to prove himself. And so far, he hasn't shown that he can properly defend a title and he definitely hasn't shown that he is capable of beating superior opponents. And that's exactly what I am. Superior.
"Perhaps everyone is starting to get a bit annoyed by me. Maybe they are starting to see me as nothing more than a windbag. But it's not like I'm spreading lies. It's not like I'm standing her throwing out tall tale after tall tale. I am only telling the cold hard truth. I am merely putting the thought into everyone's head that I am the bench mark for this battle royal. That I am the odds on favorite to walk out of Rasslemania with the guaranteed title shot.
"And to those of you that don't see me as the true threat that I am, you will soon become painfully aware."
"I told you that stepping into the ring with me was the worst idea you could have. I told you that I wouldn't care about your submission rules, I would simply pound you down until you could not get up, and then simply win the match that way. And that is exactly what I did.
"And knowing you, you are going to be looking for revenge. You are going to be looking for something to ease your mind when it comes to me, because you aren't the sort to take a loss easy. You aren't one to admit when you've been bettered, by anyone. But I think you and I both know that if we were to engage in a rubber match, I would still come out on top.
"But I can't be worried about you right now. Or at least, not only you. Because I have my sights set on James Chambers and his Insane Heavyweight title. I have my eye on the big prize. And I warn you, Madok, if you even try to get in my way, I will make sure that you forever remember my name. That you forever remember the day that your career came to an abrupt halt.
"Because that is what I do.
"And just like I did two weeks ago at Asylum, I will use you as an example. I will mow you down as I state my case to be mentioned alongside James Chambers. As I make strides toward becoming the first one to hold both the Insane and Suicidal titles. The important titles in IWC.
"Though, this isn't me saying that you shouldn't at least, try to stop me. That you shouldn't make the match interesting. Because I welcome competition. I welcome the misguided that think they can actually make a name for themselves at my expense. And this battle royal is just another chance for me to prove that to you, Mr. Cloud Chaser.
"This is my time. Another opportunity for the Loose Cannon to show his true colors.
"Eventually, all of those colors end up turning into gold.
"And there is nothing you can do to stop that, Madok. Nothing at all."
(The scene opens up in a dead end alley. Here we see Pookie LaBraun standing all alone looking quite nervous. He has his hands stuffed into the pockets of his long jacket, and is shuffling his feet quickly, glancing at the entrance to the alley every few seconds. After a few moments, a large man with gray hair stops at the mouth of the alley, looks both ways, and then walks toward Pookie, looking rather run down. He slows his paces as he gets closer to Pookie, who steps out from the wall he was leaning against.)
"You must be Antwan."
(The large, gray haired man smiles and when he speaks, there is evidence of a heavy Russian accent.)
"My name is Anton Rossovich."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's alright. And you are?"
"Pookie LaBraun."
"LaBraun? There are more of him?"
"Of who? Mookie? Yeah, I'm his cousin."
(Anton shakes his head as Mookie LaBraun walks into the shot.)
"Antwan! Glad ya could make it!"
"Mookie, surprised to see you. I thought for sure you would be dead by now."
"Naw, man, I'm still kickin'. Just doin' my own thang, y'know?"
(Anton rolls his eyes.)
"So what did you need from me?"
"Well, I'm tapped, right? I need a little somethin' to help make my case. To help make sure that shit goes the way I want it to, right?"
"Right. And what do you need from me?"
"Some product."
(Anton smiles and shakes his head again.)
"I'm sorry, friend, but I have nothing. I stopped holding awhile ago."
"Yeah, but you've gotta have somethin' right? Maybe back at your place? Or money, I could just buy some."
"Don't you have any?"
"Well, yeah, but I ain't gonna use my personal stash for this. I still need somethin' to get my by."
"Where could we buy some?"
"Well, we gotta figure some other stuff out first before we even worry about that."
"Listen, Mookie. Just tell me what you need it for. Exactly what you need it for."
(Mookie glances over at Pookie and sighs.)
"You remember Rico Casteel, right?"
"Nope."
"Ah, c'mon, you remember that guy that Pookie was managing a few years back? That big doofus with the bald head?"
"Oh, him. His name was Rico?"
"Is Rico."
(Anton glares over at Pookie, causing Pookie to cower into the shadows a bit.)
"Anyways, we need the bidness so that we can make sure someone works in our favor. We've got some old codger workin' the ropes to try and get Rico workin' with him, but we gotta make sure he doesn't flip, right? Gotta make sure that he don't turn us in or somethin'."
"So, just watching your own asses, right?"
"Right."
"And what is this old man's name?"
"General Freddy von Fountain?"
"Naw, Mook, his name is Frederick de LaFontaine the third."
"Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine the third, to be precise."
(Anton, Mookie and Pookie all turn to see Colonel Frederick de LaFontaine himself walking into the alley, wearing his yellow suit and hat.)
"Now what, I say, what is going on around here?"
"Shit. You followin' us?"
"I was coming to visit you. Pookie told me to meet you here tonight."
"Pookie!"
"Naw, I said tomorrow night. Tomorrow."
(The Colonel pulls out his cell phone and reviews his text messages.)
"Are ya sure? 'Cause I've got the text right here. It says for me to meet you in this alley on Friday night."
"Shit, does it?"
(Anton chuckles as he leans against a dumpster, pulls out a cigarette and lights it.)
"Damnit, Pookie! You fucked up the day!"
"So then, what's the problem? I'm here, ain't I? Why don't we just do whatever it is you were going to do."
"Yes. Why don't you."
(Mookie shakes his head and then looks hard at Pookie. Suddenly a street light at the mouth of the alley flicks on, as does something in Mookie's head.)
"Well, Gramps, what we were gonna do was get you a special present for joinin' up with us. We were gonna make it a surprise, but since someone fucked up the date, it ain't gonna be much of a surprise."
"Well, what were you boys going to do?"
(Mookie nods at Anton.)
"We were gonna buy some of the nicest stuff from my old friend Antwan here, but he ain't got shit on him so we can't getcha that gift."
"Well, if I can be frank for a moment, helping the two of you is gift enough for me. Making an old man feel useful again."
"You sure?"
"Definitely."
(Mookie and Pookie exchange a glance as Anton continues to smoke on his cigarette.)
"So, what's the plan? The next step that we're going to take with this Rico?"
"Well, did you talk to him the other day like you said you were going to?"
"Indeed I did, son. As far as he knows, I'm working with him to get rid of the two of you."
"Excellent. See, Antwan, that is how you get a job done."
(Anton shakes his head at Mookie.)
"Aight, so now, I guess we can just let you do what you gotta do to help Rico. Make try an' talk up Pookie or somethin', get Rico thinkin' that Pookie might not be a bad manager after all."
"Are you, I say, are you two sure we won't get found out? I mean, the last thing I want to do is get on the wrong side of that man."
"Don't worry. He gets onto us, I'll send a few of my associates at him."
"Like Anton here?"
"Naw, he ain't more than a doper. I've got a few twin towers that will make Rico shit his pants."
(Anton chuckles.)
"Alright. Sounds like a plan. I'll keep the two of you informed with what is going on."
"Sounds good, Colonel."
"Till next time, gentlemen."
(Colonel tips his hat and exits the alley. After a few moments, Mookie wipes sweat from his forehead.)
"Shit, that was close. Almost fucked us again, Pookie."
"I swear I told him tomorrow."
"Maybe he is onto you two."
"Don't say shit like that Antwan. Don't say anything like that. Though, now I'm startin' to realize why Rico kicked your ass to the curb."
(Mookie and Anton share a laugh as Pookie kicks dirt with his feet as the scene fades out to black.)
"So this is what I have to go through so that I can get my shot at James Chambers? These are the hoops I have to jump through? Well, if Reginald and Jeff want to punish their unfortunate wrestlers like this, than by all means, I'm game. After all, looking at those that will be involved in the battle royal, I don't really have anything to worry about, now do I?
"I'm not always one to judge, but it looks as though the majority of this match haven't been seen or heard from in quite some time. Still, I guess they are all warranted one last shot to prove themselves. One last moment in the sun before their careers fade away into thin air. None of them can hold a candle to me, not a single one. And the only man who might be able to challenge me, well, I'm sure he's learned his lesson. I'm sure he's learned not to mess with the Loose Cannon.
"But where do we start? How do we get the ball rolling in true Loose Cannon fashion?
"Let's start at the top, shall we?
"Criss Cassidy. You have done nothing in the past little while to make me think you are a threat. You have done nothing to open my eyes. You lost to Biggs at Survive and Conquer, you lost to Biggs the following night, and you have lost just about every match since then. I don't want to be too harsh since, at one point, the word around the street was that you had great promise. That you were once an eye-opening wrestler that the APW fans loved to cheer for. But now...now you've just fallen into the void. Fallen into the black hole. Maybe this is when you climb out and do what everyone knows you can do. Maybe...but I doubt it. Because, if I can be honest with you, your time has come and gone. Your shot at fame is over. And if you don't believe that, then I will be the nail in the coffin of that.
"Alexandra Callaway? The Princess Demon? You haven't done a damn thing, have you? I think you won one match before becoming a back drop to the Xtreme Champion. Before becoming his arm candy. And that's fine. Perhaps you've found your calling after all.
"Maybe I should be worried about Mr. Dangerous, though. He has managed to rack up quite a string of wins but...I think this is where his ride ends. Might be a bit rash for me to say that, right? After all, this is the man who wanted to quit before his first match. The man that still hasn't been released from his contract. And all of that doesn't exactly translate well into a threat to my eventual victory. So let's just brush that gnat aside and focus on something more important.
"El Imitador. Fire Dragon. Rip McGrip. James Ward. Curtis Williams. The remaining dregs that the APW can throw into the fire. Which is fine. It allows them to weed out the dead weight that much easier after I'm through destroying their bodies. After I've made each and everyone of them wish that they were in Mr. Dangerous' shoes. Though perhaps Khaos could be a threat, because he has at least won a few matches and has shown up, but I'm not holding my breath.
"Because I have my eyes set on the prize.
"As I'm sure a few of my IWC companions do.
"This is the chance that Ebon has been waiting for, though I doubt he takes advantage of it. He was the one that wanted to beat my ass outside of the arena after I used him as fodder in sending a message to Nate Bishop. He was the man that was spewing venom after all of that happened, and then he has done nothing to back it up. That is why I don't think he will take advantage of the situation that has been laid out before him. That is why I think he will drop the ball this week. Not because he doesn't have the ability to fight the tough fight, but because he doesn't have the heart, he doesn't have the passion. And that will hurt him in the long run. But I hope he shows up, because I've also waited for the moment that I could shut him up. The moment that I could make him eat the words he spat out so viciously.
"To show him how a true warrior battles.
"Perhaps this is the moment that Bobby Bodacious and The Gambler have been waiting for. The chance to really stick it to Madok Mortalis and move on from him and his Tap Out title. They at least have the talent and the ability to get the job done, though it will be a tough stretch for me to think it actually possible. At least, as far as I am concerned. Though I will give them something. The moment they enter the ring, and Madok is there, they can do whatever it is they want to do to him. They want to enter the ring just to give him a few licks of punishment? Then I am all for that. Because we have a common disgust for someone. Because we haven't crossed paths. But believe me, the moment they step in my line of fire, and the moment they get in my way...their quest in this match is over.
"Done.
"Finished.
"Perhaps some of the IWC newcomers will give me a run for my money. Allison Detorre? I hear she has the talent to make a run for the top, but her time might be working against her. Which is a pity, because it's always nice to have a bit more fodder for me to work against. A few more bodies to turn into examples for everyone watching. For James Chambers to see. Isamu Suzuki? Perhaps. He showed some talent at Asylum against Chris Cyrus, but...he didn't beat him. And I think the verdict is out on Chris Cyrus. He's like that guy that tries really hard but he doesn't have what it takes to climb over the hump. And Suzuki couldn't beat him? Doesn't bode well for him if you ask me. Though I'm sure Grace Kerr will actually show up and prove to be not only a factor in this match, but a valuable member of the IWC roster. And once everyone gets a chance to figure out what she's saying, I'm sure they will see it, too. It's just a pity that she was thrown into this match so soon in her tenure here. It's a shame that she is going to have this moment plastered in her mind. The moment when her hopes and dreams are smashed, and Rico Casteel stands tall with his arm raised in triumphant victory.
"Though I hear she has other plans, other incentives. She isn't as hard pressed for a shot at James Chambers like I am.
"And the last man representing IWC in this battle royal? Jason Royce. To be honest, I'm still shocked this guy has a spot in any federation. He seems to have figured out a good way to continue getting paid and putting in little to know work. Perhaps that's his M.O. He lures you into a false sense of security and then when you least expect it...
"BAM!
"Game's over. And at Asylum, he failed to win a spot in the War Games match by taking the gracefully quick loss to Pierce. Perhaps he was just setting everything up for this moment. Just setting it all up for a quick blitzkrieg win in this battle royal. Or perhaps he's just given up. He's fine taking the beating every few weeks, getting his paycheck and feeding his habit. Whatever the case may be, the one thing we can all agree on, is that he won't be making an impact this week at Rasslemania.
"The only one I am actually worried about is Madok. And even that is said with a bit of hesitation. Because while Madok is getting off on the fact that I said the word worry, the truth is that he is the only one that can challenge me. Though, for his challenge to turn into reality, he would have to prove himself. And so far, he hasn't shown that he can properly defend a title and he definitely hasn't shown that he is capable of beating superior opponents. And that's exactly what I am. Superior.
"Perhaps everyone is starting to get a bit annoyed by me. Maybe they are starting to see me as nothing more than a windbag. But it's not like I'm spreading lies. It's not like I'm standing her throwing out tall tale after tall tale. I am only telling the cold hard truth. I am merely putting the thought into everyone's head that I am the bench mark for this battle royal. That I am the odds on favorite to walk out of Rasslemania with the guaranteed title shot.
"And to those of you that don't see me as the true threat that I am, you will soon become painfully aware."
