Post by C.J. Gates on Apr 23, 2011 23:30:54 GMT -4
"If it weren't for Gary Busey I would have won that match.
"If that horse-faced imbecile hadn't pulled out a knife, and if he would have did what I told him to do and stayed out of my way, then the outcome would have been vastly different. The outcome wouldn't have had James Chambers embracing Craig T. Nelson.
"It would have had Rico Casteel standing tall inside of that ring. It would have been my arm raised into the air. It would have been me standing over the Heavyweight champions unconscious body.
"But no. Because Gary Busey got in my way, everything ended differently.
"I'm not using that as my excuse, but James Chambers knows that what I said is true. That he was lucky to escape with a win. Just like he knows that when we eventually square off for the title, he won't be that lucky. He won't be walking away with the APW Heavyweight belt still strapped around his waist.
"But I won't dwell on what happened two weeks ago. I won't sit here and pretend like that is the be all, end all. Because it isn't. Because even though James Chambers gets the smile another day, I still have to defend my title because I am a fighting champion. I am a true champion.
"And I will prove that this week.
"I will prove that when I make whichever unlucky soul feel pain like they have never felt before. Might seem like a juvenile threat to some, but that is because no one chooses to believe it as the truth. No one looks back at my past matches and realizes that I don't just spit out useless information.
"I give them all advanced warning of what I will do. And then, I do it. No smoke, no mirrors, no hidden fishing wire. I lay it all for them to understand, and let them choose if they want to believe it or not. I let them choose how they want to handle it. Some choose to take my ferocity as truth, while others pretend it doesn't exist.
"And the latter seems to have taken over. Because no one believes until they are face to face with me. And this week?
"This week will be no different."
(The scene begins to open up with Mookie and Pookie LaBraun walking down the street. Pookie is wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, while Mookie is wearing a bright purple pimp suit. They stop outside of a doorway and glance all around themselves before Mookie reaches for the handle. He pauses as Pookie interrupts.)
Pookie: Think this will work?
Mookie: It's gotta. S'all we got.
(Mookie opens the door and the two of them walk into what appears to be an adult video store. The shelves are lined with videos, but the two bypass all of them and head straight toward the back corner. The place is empty, except for the clerk at the front counter.)
Pookie: Where is he?
Voice: You boys looking for me?
(A man walks up to the cousins wearing a brown trench coat, a pair of black sunglasses and a brown hat. He has his hands in his pockets and moves his head from one to the other.)
Mookie: Are you...?
Man: Indeed I am.
(He takes off his hat and sunglasses to show that it is none other than the resident Wild Card, Gary Busey.)
Busey: Didn't anyone ever tell you not to keep people waiting, poor taste on your part. Poor, poor taste.
Pookie: Why are we meeting this guy?
Mookie: 'Cause the Colonel ain't gotten back to us yet, and we gotta start makin' headway on this whole deal before we begin to waste our time.
Pookie: I'm starting to think we're wasting our time.
Mookie: Naw, man. Naw. We just gotta up the stakes.
Busey: And I'm here, because you need someone of great intellect to help you with your quest. And since I've been known to do many wonderful things, naturally you have called me here to help you.
Mookie: Uh...yeah...
Busey: So what is it that you need me to do?
(Mookie and Pookie share a glance.)
Mookie: Well, what we was thinkin' was that you could keep an eye on the Colonel. Make sure he ain't fuckin' anythin' up. We gotta lot invested in this project and we ain't gonna let it go to waste.
(Busey laughs.)
Busey: And?
Pookie: And?
Busey: You don't think I am just going to sit back and let you call the shots without knowing what I would get in return, do you? I was a mailman in my time, not a fool.
Mookie: This guys got spunk.
Busey: So what are you offering for my services.
Mookie: Pookie, show him.
(Pookie reaches into the front pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a wad of cash. He flips through it to show Busey that it is all money. As Busey extends his hand out to grab it, Mookie steps between the two with a smile.)
Mookie: Not so fast, Boss. You've gotta earn your pay first. We can't just be handin' out money to anyone. Gotta make sure they earn it, naw'm sayin'?
Busey: Yeah. Yeah I understand what you are saying, my homie. Loud and clear.
(Mookie and Pookie bump fists and chuckle, with Busey joining in. After a moment, though, Busey pulls one of his hands out of his pocket and reveals his bowie knife. He pushes Mookie up against one of the shelves, knocking videos to the floor, and holds the blade of the knife up to his neck. Pookie tries to help out, but Busey kicks him in the gut, doubling him over.)
Busey: How about me, though? Can you hear me now?
(Mookie nods.)
Busey: Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
(Again Mookie nods.)
Busey: Then you will know, that I don't take kindly to being bossed around. That if I am going to do a job, I'm going to get paid for it up front. Right? Right?!
Mookie: Right!
Busey: Good. Now. Pookie.
(Busey takes a step back, his eyes still on Mookie and holds a hand out to Pookie who, as if on cue, slaps the wad of cash into his hand.)
Busey: Excellent. Glad to know the two of you are as stupid as you look.
(Busey counts the money as he turns around and walks toward the exit. Mookie and Pookie exchange a look.)
Mookie: Hey! Wait up! We gotta make sure we're clear on a few things. Rico ain't gonna be an easy buy!
Busey: Oh, I know. And I'm clear on everything. You want me to keep tabs on Rico and Frederick so that things can go so swimmingly for the two of you. That about sum it up?
(Mookie smiles.)
Mookie: Damn straight it does.
Busey: Good. Then I guess we're done here, aren't we. Now that I've got the money, I'll get right to work and I'll be in touch with the two of you. And don't bother trying to call me. I'm not Alexander Graham Bell, I don't have a telephone.
Mookie: Don't you wanna grab a drink?
(Busey doesn't hear him and continues walking, nodding to the clerk before pushing open the door and stepping outside. He pockets the cash and disappears as the door closes behind him.)
Pookie: Mookie.
Mookie: Yeah, Pookie?
Pookie: I have a feeling we just got ripped off by Gary Busey.
Mookie: Naw...naw...that can't be it.
Pookie: Well, we never gave him a number to call us at.
Mookie: You heard him. He ain't got a phone. How he gonna call us if he ain't got a phone...
(Mookie's voice trails off before he glances at his cousin. Mookie pimp-sprints the length of the store and pushes open the door, stepping outside and looking up and down the street, but there is no sign of Gary Busey.)
Mookie: Shit. That was my dope money, too!
(Pookie finally catches up.)
Pookie: He's gone?
Mookie: Yes, of course he's gone. How could you be so stupid, Pookie! How!
Pookie: Me? You were the one who told me--
Mookie: You didn't haveta give him the dough. You coulda just...done...somethin'!
(Mookie shakes his head as Pookie stands in the open doorway, looking at his cousin.)
Pookie: So...what do we do now?
Mookie: We gotta hope that gramps ain't gonna turn on us. 'Cause he's all we got left. And I ain't heard from him in weeks.
(Another silence falls between the two of them.)
Pookie: Busey seems like an okay guy. I mean, when he's not ripping us off and stealing our money.
(Mookie shakes his head.)
Mookie: Sometimes I wonder 'bout you, cuz.
(The two of them begin to walk down the street as a light rain begins to fall. Mookie stops in his tracks and looks up, shaking his head again, before continuing, with Pookie in tow, as the scene fades to black.)
"Finally I can say that I will have a challenger to my title that is worth my time. Finally, I will be able to walk away from the match satisfied after having beaten my opponent and left them broken in the middle of the ring. Because in all honesty, Nate Bishop hasn't been a challenge. Nate Bishop hasn't been anything more than an annoyance and a waste of my time. His head is stuck in the clouds. His mind is racing with thoughts that HE is the best thing going in the world of Asylum.
"But he is finished. Done. He will be wiped off the face of the earth after this weeks show is over. A fun little fact considering that he and his DangerTainment clan were puffing their chests out ever since Rasslemania. That they were claiming to be the real deals strutting around here.
"Though I am getting off topic. Because Bishop and his DangerTainment cronies aren't the concern this week. Or at least, not really. Even though I am slated to face off against the winner of a match that features two of them, I am not worried about either of them making much of an impact.
"After all, Jason Kash has already shown his true colors to everyone around here. He already took his ball and went home when things weren't going his way. When he wasn't getting himself thrown into World title matches, he decided to just fuck off and disappear into the sunset. Which is fine with me, really, because he never really amounted to much. After his appearance at Survive and Conquer, he floated between Asylum and Overdrive, never really laying down any tracks. And then, when he finally did choose a home, he makes one big splash and tells the world to fuck off.
"Really, Jason? Really?
"You can cut the bullshit with me, because I live in a world of reality. You sit around and claim that you were never challenged. That the competition was too easy around here for you. That you wanted to push yourself to all sorts of heights...but you know what is funny, Kash?
"You never did anything about it. You never asked to be thrown into a match with real competition. You never tested yourself against anything more than bottom feeders and peons. I never saw you facing off against James Chambers. I never saw you chomping at the bit to take me on. And really, if you are storming off in your hissy fit of pre-pubescent rage because of a lack of competition...Well, you should probably shut up until you've actually tested yourself against some true talent.
"And even at Rasslemania, you didn't get challenged by the TRUE competitors of the Overdrive brand. You were just thrown the trash that wasn't good enough for a title match. That. Is. All. So, Jason, before you continue to bitch and moan about not being challenged, about having an easy ride, just look around. Think about what you are going to say, and then realize that in the real world, you didn't do anything to help your situation. That in the real world, you fucked off long before you quit in your insulted rage.
"Now. Where were we.
"Ah yes, the second banana in this match, J.D. Pierce. To be honest, there isn't much to say about this guy. He's been more of a ghost then an actual competitor. Rumor has it that J.D. Pierce was no where to be seen prior to Rasslemania until James Chambers hunted him down. And if that is more than a rumor, then him being a factor in that triple threat match will be very, very...non-existant.
"After all, his claims to fame have been wins over the one person that might be more of a ghost, Jason Royce. Not exactly a big accomplishment, right Pierce? And much like Kash, your biggest win was Rasslemania, when you were thrown against...well, nobodies, save for President Jeff.
"You'll soon realize that walking away with a victory this week...well, it just won't happen. Not against me anyways. You will continue to remain anonymous, fading away into the night time after time. After Asylum, it will be time for you to take the long walk of shame out of APW and into whatever new place you're going to stink up.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, J.D.
"Now all that's left is the true challenger to my Suicidal title. The one man that I know will provide me an actual challenge, and not that pathetic excuse of a challenge that Bishop provided. You will actually prove worthy of holding the APW Suicidal title if you are capable of beating me at my own game. Because as I'm sure you are aware, I personify what my title is all about. I go that extra distance when the time calls for it.
"Delilah knows. Nate Bishop knows. Madok Mortalis knows. Even Heavyweight champion James Chambers knows. And soon, Isamu, you will know as well. You will know how dangerous I can be. How relentless I am. How each and every moment I spend inside of that ring is just one more step toward greatness. How I do not squander opportunities, instead, I capitalize. I make sure my opponents understand that they will never be prepared to face me again.
"Though it's true. I don't know much about you Isamu Suzuki. Around these parts you are still somewhat of an unknown commodity. Sure, you've had a few matches, put in your time, but the truth is that you haven't really stood out. You haven't really...set yourself apart from everyone else. From a personality stand point, however, because everyone did manage to catch your impressive, and shocking, performance in the Battle Royal at Rasslemania.
"Of course, you still came up short. Instead you got the pleasure of watching me win that battle. Like I said I would.
"But you obviously opened Reginald's eyes. Obviously you made an impression on him, which is why you were given this title shot. Because let's be honest, there isn't really much standing in your way. There isn't anything that is going to stop you from taking a hard loss against me. Even though you've managed to open his eyes, that doesn't mean that you've opened mine. That doesn't mean that you have made me see you as anything more than another opponent to crush.
"Sure, I've taken notes. I've done a bit of homework. I realize that you are doing things the noble way, and not riding the coattails of others and letting them do all the work. I've taken into consideration your heart for wrestling and your desire to make it big so that everyone else can benefit off of your success. But that doesn't mean that I am afraid of you. That doesn't mean that I am scared by what you will be able to do to me inside of that ring. And simple put, it will never mean that. Simply put, I just don't scare that easily. I am not intimidated that easily.
"But really, I guess what it all comes down to, is what dose of reality you are choosing to subscribe to.
"Whether you believe me to be the threat that I am, the threat that I have been warning everyone of, or if I am a joke. If I am nothing more than a man speaking more than he rightfully should. Speaking bigger words than he can cash. I am not pulling the wool over anyone's eyes. I am not trying to pull any Criss Angel shit on anyone.
"But that choice is up to you in the end. And whether you choose to be prepared for what's in store or not, that still won't change the end. You still won't have a choice as to whether or not you end up flat on your back with an eyeful of the lights above. Because that is the reality of the situation. This is my domain and this is my title, and there is nothing you can do to sway that in your direction.
"Nothing at all.
"But I welcome you to try, because then it makes the fight so much more...fulfilling. So much more competitive. Something that, outside of James Chambers, I have lacked. That's a tall order to live up to, Isamu, as I'm sure you can understand. Regardless, whether or not you try your hardest, I will still fire everything I have at you. I will still use whatever I can to batter, bruise and bust you open.
"Because that is what I do. That is my M.O.
"And come Asylum, you will receive a first hand look at what that is all about. You will begin to understand why I held onto the Suicidal title for so long.
"And you will definitely understand why you will not be leaving Asylum with two victories."
"If that horse-faced imbecile hadn't pulled out a knife, and if he would have did what I told him to do and stayed out of my way, then the outcome would have been vastly different. The outcome wouldn't have had James Chambers embracing Craig T. Nelson.
"It would have had Rico Casteel standing tall inside of that ring. It would have been my arm raised into the air. It would have been me standing over the Heavyweight champions unconscious body.
"But no. Because Gary Busey got in my way, everything ended differently.
"I'm not using that as my excuse, but James Chambers knows that what I said is true. That he was lucky to escape with a win. Just like he knows that when we eventually square off for the title, he won't be that lucky. He won't be walking away with the APW Heavyweight belt still strapped around his waist.
"But I won't dwell on what happened two weeks ago. I won't sit here and pretend like that is the be all, end all. Because it isn't. Because even though James Chambers gets the smile another day, I still have to defend my title because I am a fighting champion. I am a true champion.
"And I will prove that this week.
"I will prove that when I make whichever unlucky soul feel pain like they have never felt before. Might seem like a juvenile threat to some, but that is because no one chooses to believe it as the truth. No one looks back at my past matches and realizes that I don't just spit out useless information.
"I give them all advanced warning of what I will do. And then, I do it. No smoke, no mirrors, no hidden fishing wire. I lay it all for them to understand, and let them choose if they want to believe it or not. I let them choose how they want to handle it. Some choose to take my ferocity as truth, while others pretend it doesn't exist.
"And the latter seems to have taken over. Because no one believes until they are face to face with me. And this week?
"This week will be no different."
(The scene begins to open up with Mookie and Pookie LaBraun walking down the street. Pookie is wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, while Mookie is wearing a bright purple pimp suit. They stop outside of a doorway and glance all around themselves before Mookie reaches for the handle. He pauses as Pookie interrupts.)
Pookie: Think this will work?
Mookie: It's gotta. S'all we got.
(Mookie opens the door and the two of them walk into what appears to be an adult video store. The shelves are lined with videos, but the two bypass all of them and head straight toward the back corner. The place is empty, except for the clerk at the front counter.)
Pookie: Where is he?
Voice: You boys looking for me?
(A man walks up to the cousins wearing a brown trench coat, a pair of black sunglasses and a brown hat. He has his hands in his pockets and moves his head from one to the other.)
Mookie: Are you...?
Man: Indeed I am.
(He takes off his hat and sunglasses to show that it is none other than the resident Wild Card, Gary Busey.)
Busey: Didn't anyone ever tell you not to keep people waiting, poor taste on your part. Poor, poor taste.
Pookie: Why are we meeting this guy?
Mookie: 'Cause the Colonel ain't gotten back to us yet, and we gotta start makin' headway on this whole deal before we begin to waste our time.
Pookie: I'm starting to think we're wasting our time.
Mookie: Naw, man. Naw. We just gotta up the stakes.
Busey: And I'm here, because you need someone of great intellect to help you with your quest. And since I've been known to do many wonderful things, naturally you have called me here to help you.
Mookie: Uh...yeah...
Busey: So what is it that you need me to do?
(Mookie and Pookie share a glance.)
Mookie: Well, what we was thinkin' was that you could keep an eye on the Colonel. Make sure he ain't fuckin' anythin' up. We gotta lot invested in this project and we ain't gonna let it go to waste.
(Busey laughs.)
Busey: And?
Pookie: And?
Busey: You don't think I am just going to sit back and let you call the shots without knowing what I would get in return, do you? I was a mailman in my time, not a fool.
Mookie: This guys got spunk.
Busey: So what are you offering for my services.
Mookie: Pookie, show him.
(Pookie reaches into the front pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a wad of cash. He flips through it to show Busey that it is all money. As Busey extends his hand out to grab it, Mookie steps between the two with a smile.)
Mookie: Not so fast, Boss. You've gotta earn your pay first. We can't just be handin' out money to anyone. Gotta make sure they earn it, naw'm sayin'?
Busey: Yeah. Yeah I understand what you are saying, my homie. Loud and clear.
(Mookie and Pookie bump fists and chuckle, with Busey joining in. After a moment, though, Busey pulls one of his hands out of his pocket and reveals his bowie knife. He pushes Mookie up against one of the shelves, knocking videos to the floor, and holds the blade of the knife up to his neck. Pookie tries to help out, but Busey kicks him in the gut, doubling him over.)
Busey: How about me, though? Can you hear me now?
(Mookie nods.)
Busey: Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
(Again Mookie nods.)
Busey: Then you will know, that I don't take kindly to being bossed around. That if I am going to do a job, I'm going to get paid for it up front. Right? Right?!
Mookie: Right!
Busey: Good. Now. Pookie.
(Busey takes a step back, his eyes still on Mookie and holds a hand out to Pookie who, as if on cue, slaps the wad of cash into his hand.)
Busey: Excellent. Glad to know the two of you are as stupid as you look.
(Busey counts the money as he turns around and walks toward the exit. Mookie and Pookie exchange a look.)
Mookie: Hey! Wait up! We gotta make sure we're clear on a few things. Rico ain't gonna be an easy buy!
Busey: Oh, I know. And I'm clear on everything. You want me to keep tabs on Rico and Frederick so that things can go so swimmingly for the two of you. That about sum it up?
(Mookie smiles.)
Mookie: Damn straight it does.
Busey: Good. Then I guess we're done here, aren't we. Now that I've got the money, I'll get right to work and I'll be in touch with the two of you. And don't bother trying to call me. I'm not Alexander Graham Bell, I don't have a telephone.
Mookie: Don't you wanna grab a drink?
(Busey doesn't hear him and continues walking, nodding to the clerk before pushing open the door and stepping outside. He pockets the cash and disappears as the door closes behind him.)
Pookie: Mookie.
Mookie: Yeah, Pookie?
Pookie: I have a feeling we just got ripped off by Gary Busey.
Mookie: Naw...naw...that can't be it.
Pookie: Well, we never gave him a number to call us at.
Mookie: You heard him. He ain't got a phone. How he gonna call us if he ain't got a phone...
(Mookie's voice trails off before he glances at his cousin. Mookie pimp-sprints the length of the store and pushes open the door, stepping outside and looking up and down the street, but there is no sign of Gary Busey.)
Mookie: Shit. That was my dope money, too!
(Pookie finally catches up.)
Pookie: He's gone?
Mookie: Yes, of course he's gone. How could you be so stupid, Pookie! How!
Pookie: Me? You were the one who told me--
Mookie: You didn't haveta give him the dough. You coulda just...done...somethin'!
(Mookie shakes his head as Pookie stands in the open doorway, looking at his cousin.)
Pookie: So...what do we do now?
Mookie: We gotta hope that gramps ain't gonna turn on us. 'Cause he's all we got left. And I ain't heard from him in weeks.
(Another silence falls between the two of them.)
Pookie: Busey seems like an okay guy. I mean, when he's not ripping us off and stealing our money.
(Mookie shakes his head.)
Mookie: Sometimes I wonder 'bout you, cuz.
(The two of them begin to walk down the street as a light rain begins to fall. Mookie stops in his tracks and looks up, shaking his head again, before continuing, with Pookie in tow, as the scene fades to black.)
"Finally I can say that I will have a challenger to my title that is worth my time. Finally, I will be able to walk away from the match satisfied after having beaten my opponent and left them broken in the middle of the ring. Because in all honesty, Nate Bishop hasn't been a challenge. Nate Bishop hasn't been anything more than an annoyance and a waste of my time. His head is stuck in the clouds. His mind is racing with thoughts that HE is the best thing going in the world of Asylum.
"But he is finished. Done. He will be wiped off the face of the earth after this weeks show is over. A fun little fact considering that he and his DangerTainment clan were puffing their chests out ever since Rasslemania. That they were claiming to be the real deals strutting around here.
"Though I am getting off topic. Because Bishop and his DangerTainment cronies aren't the concern this week. Or at least, not really. Even though I am slated to face off against the winner of a match that features two of them, I am not worried about either of them making much of an impact.
"After all, Jason Kash has already shown his true colors to everyone around here. He already took his ball and went home when things weren't going his way. When he wasn't getting himself thrown into World title matches, he decided to just fuck off and disappear into the sunset. Which is fine with me, really, because he never really amounted to much. After his appearance at Survive and Conquer, he floated between Asylum and Overdrive, never really laying down any tracks. And then, when he finally did choose a home, he makes one big splash and tells the world to fuck off.
"Really, Jason? Really?
"You can cut the bullshit with me, because I live in a world of reality. You sit around and claim that you were never challenged. That the competition was too easy around here for you. That you wanted to push yourself to all sorts of heights...but you know what is funny, Kash?
"You never did anything about it. You never asked to be thrown into a match with real competition. You never tested yourself against anything more than bottom feeders and peons. I never saw you facing off against James Chambers. I never saw you chomping at the bit to take me on. And really, if you are storming off in your hissy fit of pre-pubescent rage because of a lack of competition...Well, you should probably shut up until you've actually tested yourself against some true talent.
"And even at Rasslemania, you didn't get challenged by the TRUE competitors of the Overdrive brand. You were just thrown the trash that wasn't good enough for a title match. That. Is. All. So, Jason, before you continue to bitch and moan about not being challenged, about having an easy ride, just look around. Think about what you are going to say, and then realize that in the real world, you didn't do anything to help your situation. That in the real world, you fucked off long before you quit in your insulted rage.
"Now. Where were we.
"Ah yes, the second banana in this match, J.D. Pierce. To be honest, there isn't much to say about this guy. He's been more of a ghost then an actual competitor. Rumor has it that J.D. Pierce was no where to be seen prior to Rasslemania until James Chambers hunted him down. And if that is more than a rumor, then him being a factor in that triple threat match will be very, very...non-existant.
"After all, his claims to fame have been wins over the one person that might be more of a ghost, Jason Royce. Not exactly a big accomplishment, right Pierce? And much like Kash, your biggest win was Rasslemania, when you were thrown against...well, nobodies, save for President Jeff.
"You'll soon realize that walking away with a victory this week...well, it just won't happen. Not against me anyways. You will continue to remain anonymous, fading away into the night time after time. After Asylum, it will be time for you to take the long walk of shame out of APW and into whatever new place you're going to stink up.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, J.D.
"Now all that's left is the true challenger to my Suicidal title. The one man that I know will provide me an actual challenge, and not that pathetic excuse of a challenge that Bishop provided. You will actually prove worthy of holding the APW Suicidal title if you are capable of beating me at my own game. Because as I'm sure you are aware, I personify what my title is all about. I go that extra distance when the time calls for it.
"Delilah knows. Nate Bishop knows. Madok Mortalis knows. Even Heavyweight champion James Chambers knows. And soon, Isamu, you will know as well. You will know how dangerous I can be. How relentless I am. How each and every moment I spend inside of that ring is just one more step toward greatness. How I do not squander opportunities, instead, I capitalize. I make sure my opponents understand that they will never be prepared to face me again.
"Though it's true. I don't know much about you Isamu Suzuki. Around these parts you are still somewhat of an unknown commodity. Sure, you've had a few matches, put in your time, but the truth is that you haven't really stood out. You haven't really...set yourself apart from everyone else. From a personality stand point, however, because everyone did manage to catch your impressive, and shocking, performance in the Battle Royal at Rasslemania.
"Of course, you still came up short. Instead you got the pleasure of watching me win that battle. Like I said I would.
"But you obviously opened Reginald's eyes. Obviously you made an impression on him, which is why you were given this title shot. Because let's be honest, there isn't really much standing in your way. There isn't anything that is going to stop you from taking a hard loss against me. Even though you've managed to open his eyes, that doesn't mean that you've opened mine. That doesn't mean that you have made me see you as anything more than another opponent to crush.
"Sure, I've taken notes. I've done a bit of homework. I realize that you are doing things the noble way, and not riding the coattails of others and letting them do all the work. I've taken into consideration your heart for wrestling and your desire to make it big so that everyone else can benefit off of your success. But that doesn't mean that I am afraid of you. That doesn't mean that I am scared by what you will be able to do to me inside of that ring. And simple put, it will never mean that. Simply put, I just don't scare that easily. I am not intimidated that easily.
"But really, I guess what it all comes down to, is what dose of reality you are choosing to subscribe to.
"Whether you believe me to be the threat that I am, the threat that I have been warning everyone of, or if I am a joke. If I am nothing more than a man speaking more than he rightfully should. Speaking bigger words than he can cash. I am not pulling the wool over anyone's eyes. I am not trying to pull any Criss Angel shit on anyone.
"But that choice is up to you in the end. And whether you choose to be prepared for what's in store or not, that still won't change the end. You still won't have a choice as to whether or not you end up flat on your back with an eyeful of the lights above. Because that is the reality of the situation. This is my domain and this is my title, and there is nothing you can do to sway that in your direction.
"Nothing at all.
"But I welcome you to try, because then it makes the fight so much more...fulfilling. So much more competitive. Something that, outside of James Chambers, I have lacked. That's a tall order to live up to, Isamu, as I'm sure you can understand. Regardless, whether or not you try your hardest, I will still fire everything I have at you. I will still use whatever I can to batter, bruise and bust you open.
"Because that is what I do. That is my M.O.
"And come Asylum, you will receive a first hand look at what that is all about. You will begin to understand why I held onto the Suicidal title for so long.
"And you will definitely understand why you will not be leaving Asylum with two victories."
