Post by biggs on Oct 19, 2011 21:23:36 GMT -4
Biggs' First Contact starts with a humorous vingette.
Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays as the words FIRST CONTACT flash across the screen. The video switches to Biggs standing in the middle of the ring in the Tokyo Dome. He's dressed in a dark blue suit with a white shirt and dark tie. There are feathers on the shoulders of his jacket. A ladder is set up behind him. He immediately begins to speak, foregoing the normal formalities of an introduction.
”All joking aside, C.J. Gates, in a few short nights, you and I shall face off in one of the most dangerous and unpredictable matches in all of professional wrestling. In a few nights, this ladder behind me will determine our respective fates, as one of us will be able to scale the heights and claim the APW Undisputed Championship as our own, while the other will go home empty handed.”
“The fact is that while we are fighting over the Undisputed Title, the true owner of that belt is very much under dispute, at least with the way I see it. Your claim to ownership of the title comes by virtue of the fact that you pinned my shoulders to the mat for the requisite three seconds at Shockwave in August, thus winning the match, and becoming the APW Undisputed Champion. My claim is this, that your supposed win was not even counted by a licensed official. Now I'm not accusing you and Kurt Noble of being in cahoots to rob me of my championship, I'm not saying that you paid him off or anything, I'm just saying that you were all too quick to accept it when he handed you the title belt when he had no authority to do so. And while President Jeff and the world at large accept your title reign as legitimate, I can't do that, I will not do that. I know that the truth is I never officially lost the title to you, that you didn't officially beat me for it. It's a moral victory, sure, but one I have had to settle for leading up to our match this Sunday.”
“And believe me, C.J., the fact that I've had to settle for this long doesn't bode well for you, because while I know in my heart I'm still the true champion, you parading around with that belt has affected both my reputation and my pocketbook. With you being recognized as the APW Undisputed Champ, not only have I been viewed as less of a competitor following my career changing victory over Level-One, but I have not been able to collect the type of money that I was able to as champ. And while I'm well off as it is, as you are as well, I will be honest, it was nice to receive the champion's purse each and every time I entered that I entered the ring. And let's not forget the fact that you've been invited to compete for the True Experts Championship in a Fatal Four Way Match. I have no doubt that if I were still champion, it would be me in that spot, and not you! You robbed me of that honor, of that opportunity to immortalize myself on the top stage of the Experts! This loss of respect and income has only helped to motivate me all the more heading into our match.”
“But I shouldn't even be having to wrestle this match to be recognized as Champion. I should have had the title returned to me immediately following Noble's discretion. But life isn't always fair, and I find myself fighting for the very thing that should already be mine. I shouldn't have to fight you in this Ladder Match to get the Undisputed Title back, but I have to fight you, so I will. As a Machiavellian, I hold to the worldview that the ends justify the means, which in this case means that I have to overcome you to claim what it rightfully mine, and I intend on doing just that this Sunday.”
Biggs pauses to adjust his shades before continuing to speak.
”Now don't mistake my confidence for arrogance. I'm not saying that our match will be a cakewalk. If there were justice in this universe, it would be, but after the runaround I got from Jeff in regards to the title controversy, I know there is no such thing as justice in APW.”
“I know that when I step between these ropes, and see the title belt suspended some twenty to twenty-five feet in the air, that I will be in for one heck of a fight to reclaim it. Because, C.J., I know how attached you've become to that title during your ill-gotten reign. If it's even half as attached as I got to the title during my run, I know that you will do absolutely anything to make sure that you aren't parted from it. I know that's what I did. But I also know that's what ultimately cost me.”
“While I don't accept responsibility for Kurt Noble knocking me out with my own belt, I do accept the fact that had I not brought the belt in the ring in the first place, it couldn't have been used against me. Now I'm not saying that bringing the belt in during our match at Shockwave was an act of desperation or and admittance of the fact that I couldn't put you away otherwise, I'm just saying that in my quest to retain the title, I may have over reached a bit, trying to press the issue, doing absolutely anything to keep the belt. I will admit I made a mistake bringing the belt into the ring that night, but the price that I had to pay for that mistake is far more steep than I should have had to bear!”
“Every day of my life since that night has been filled with thoughts of should have, could have, would have. Every day since August 28th has been nothing but hell for me as I've watched you parade around with my title, claiming yourself to the be rightful holder. It makes me sick to my stomach, C.J., it really does! The thought that you are perceived as being a better wrestler than me is something that eats away at me in a way that I can hardly explain. You know as well as anyone, C.J., that I'm never at a loss for words, but even I have trouble finding a way to explain the depths of the sorrow and hurt you've caused me since you stole my belt.”
“But back to my point about being willing to do anything to keep the belt, I made my mistake in the context of a regular wrestling match, under normal rules and circumstances. When you 'defend' the title against me this Sunday, C.J., it won't be under normal circumstances, it will be in a Ladder Match. If you think about how much my mistake cost me at Shockwave, just think about on how much greater of a scale your eventual fall will be this Sunday! In a straight one-on-one wrestling match, there's an element of control and predictability that just does not exist within the context of a Ladder Match!”
“In a regular match, it largely comes down to which wrestler has more skill, although in your case, you got lucky that Kurt took your side. In the Ladder Match, luck takes a much larger role. Yes, our respective skill will play a part in determining the outcome of the match, but it's not a dominating factor. Because Ladder is the true wild card, the X-Factor of the match, if you will. For example, I could beat you down from pillar to post, grounding you to where you have no way of recovering in time in order to stop me from unlatching the belt, but if I'm half-way up the ladder, and it decides to buckle on me, collapsing, well, I stand to take a nasty and painful fall. A fall from the standing position in a wrestling ring has been measured to have the equivalent amount of trauma on the back as a five mile-per-hour car crash. I know that may not sound like much to many of people out there watching this web show, but for any of you doubters, let me ask you how many of you are routinely in car crashes? Now magnify that when you're falling from ten or twenty feet in the air! That's going to hurt a lot more!”
“Believe me, C.J., I know going into this match that I am going to get hurt. I'm sure you realize it as well. One bad fall, one ladder in just the wrong place, and both of us could be potentially facing career threatening injuries. The types of injuries possible in this are numerous, ranging from a bruised tailbone, broken bones, snapped muscles, lacerations from the ladder, the list goes on and on! Imagine if we're duking it out on top of a ladder, and it tips over, sending up both neck first across the top rope. The force of that action could be enough to crush one's larynx. Or let's say we're both on top of seperate ladders, and both tip over and fall. If one of us were to fall onto the tipped over ladder, there's no saying what angle we'd hit at, or the potential calamity of the situation! This could very well be my last match. It could just as easily be yours. But what we are fighting for, the APW Undisputed Championship, is worth all the suffering, all the pain. In this case, the ends surely justify the means!”
Biggs makes his way to the bottom rung of the ladder, and steps up onto it.
”A little over a month ago, I stood in this very ring, in very similar circumstances, saying much of same things I've said thus far, C.J., but I felt it would be fitting to revisit that here tonight, because I can't think of any better illustration of the struggle we will be engaged in this Sunday.”
“Both you and I started this year as talents on the rise. You were one half of the Exchange Rate, arguable the greatest team to hold the tag titles since they were reintroduced. You had a top four showing in the Survive and Conquer Match. And the fans loved you.”
“I, on the other hand, had just started the single greatest Overdrive Championship run in the history of APW. The fact that I was the only man to hold that title for a record setting three times only made my run that much sweeter. The point is, C.J., we were both talents on our way up.”
Biggs takes another step up the ladder.
”As RassleMania approached, I continued to dominate the Overdrive division, taking on all comers. At the same time, your tag team imploded, and you were unable to keep carrying the dead weight of Blade. I swear, C.J., you deserved a medal for what you had to put up with from that bum. Not that I would give it to you personally, but somebody should have! So while I was steadily climbing, you were taking a step up, then a step down, back up, then back down.”
“My rise culminated with my match against Lester Only at Test for the Best. On that night, I finally reached the very top, against all odds! Nobody, absolutely nobody thought that I would be able to defeat Level-One to claim the APW Undisputed Championship for my own! Nobody thought I could do it, but proved everyone wrong that night when I pinned his shoulders to the mat! It had been a slog for me, C.J., it had been an absolute battle for me to climb all the way to the top! I can look you in the eyes and honestly say that I earned the championship belt. I may have used the ropes for leverage, I may have bent the rules, so to say, but I outsmarted Lester in that way, and relied fully on myself to get the job done!”
“Now you, on the other hand, after floundering a bit in the tag ranks, earned yourself an automatic shot at my newly won title by winning the Test for the Best Tournament. You shot from somewhere around a quarter of the way up the ladder all the way up to the second to last rung in an instant!”
Biggs hurriedly climbs to the second to last rung before continuing to speak.
”You hot shotted your way to the top, took a short cut, and found yourself at the very doorstep of becoming champion. I'm not trying to diminish your accomplishment of winning Test for the Best, I'm just saying that you didn't have to fight and scratch and claw your way up the ladder as long as I did to even get shot! Much like your in-ring style, your rise was fast and furious. But you have to remember this, C.J., you did not reach the top by your own volition. You needed the help of Kurt Noble to put you up that one last rung.”
“The way I see it, this match up is a way for both of us to legitimize our respective legacies. For my part, I get the opportunity to beat you in your own match and show you to be the fraud that you are. I get the chance to prove that I am the best in the world today, I get the chance to build my already glowing legacy very much at your expense.”
“And for you, Ceej, you get the chance to prove that you don't need help to win the big one. You can potentially show yourself to be the true top guy in this business. But perhaps most importantly, you get the chance to shut me up. I know that you know how big of a deal that would be, C.J. Gates.”
Biggs has a sly grin across his face as he says this.
”But back to your meteoric ascent C.J., let me remind you of the fable of the tortoise and the hare. I'm sure that you're familiar with it, but in the fable, the tortoise and the hare engage in a foot race. The hare is as quick as can be, but gets sloppy, and the tortoise wins due to his consistent pace. One can't help but worry about with how quick your climb to the top was, C.J., that you aren't in store for a just as quick a fall! I know that over the last two-and-a-half years I labored to reach the point where I am at now, I have built a strong foundation that will allow me to have success for years to come. Not to mention the fact that since you took my title, I've been laying the groundwork to wear you down and beat you up heading into our match-up.”
Biggs reaches up with his hand, rubbing his forehead.
”As you're watching this, C.J., I want you to place your hand on your forehead. Do you feel that, C.J.? Do you feel the bandage still wrapped around your head? Or if you have it off, do you feel the indentation of the scar that I left there when I absolutely brutalized you in Finland? Everything I do, C.J. Gates, I do for a reason. You can talk all you want about how physically ready you are for this match, how you've completely healed up, but I know that's a bunch of garbage. The wound may have had time to close, you may be able to sleep through the night just fine, but I'd wager that you're still having some pretty bad headaches pretty frequently. And along with those headaches, I wouldn't be surprised if you felt some dizziness or were often light-headed. And the problem with all those maladies, C.J., is that they throw off your equilibrium. And without proper equilibrium, well, how will you ever be able to climb the ladder without falling off? You won't be able to.”
“That's why I plan to target your head early and often during our match. I've already softened it up, and if I'm lucky, and you still have the stitches in, it only that easier of a target! A huge difference between me and you, C.J., is that I've already done some of the prep work to ensure that I get my title back.”
“Furthering the analogy of the tortoise and the hare, I know that it's many a competitor's natural tendency in a Ladder Match to go full tilt from the get go, to fly around the ring, to zip here and there, and hope, just hope that they can get a long enough window to dash up towards the belt and end the match early, thus saving them a ton of pain. I know better than to have this naïve view of things. I know that it's going to take a lot more than luck to keep you down, and you know the same about me. That's why you aren't going to see me going crazy early on in the match, that's why you aren't going to see me rushing things. I know that I will need to beat you down to the point where you physically are unable to crawl, let alone stand, before I can have a clear shot at the belt. But here's the thing, C.J., I don't just need to beat you down to that point, I want to hurt you to the point! As I've said before, every day of my life has been hell since you've separated me from my title, and I want you to feel the pain that I've felt, I want you to feel that pain and more! I want you to pay for your thievery, and I won't be satisfied until you're broken, crying in a heap on the mat, while I stand atop the ladder with the APW Undisputed Championship in my arms! I'm not going to go for the cheap, quick win, not by a long shot. No, I'm going to take my time, extract my revenge, and make you suffer, because that's what you've done to me. I don't care what I have to do, I don't care how much I have to do, I just care that I defeat you, and defeat you in such a way that you'll never want to face me again!”
“The fact is, C.J., that I can't wait to get in the ring with you this Sunday, because while it should be a mere formality that I get my belt back, the bottom line is that what I plan to do to you in that ring could never be considered formal. I will make you bleed, I will make you cry, I will make you hurt! If you doubt these things, C.J., just remember, I always have a plan! And when I execute my plan this Sunday, there will be nothing you can do to prevent me from becoming the new, true APW Undisputed Champion!”
“You know, C.J., in regards to those who climb the ladder of success, they say the truly smart ones take the elevator. I disagree with that. And come this Sunday, I will snap the cord holding your elevator up, sending you crashing back down to Earth. Why? Because I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!”
Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays again as Biggs climbs down the ladder and the screen fades to black.
A man was walking along the street when he saw a ladder going into the clouds. As any of us would do, he climbed the ladder. He reached a cloud, upon which sat a rather plump and very ugly woman.
"Kiss me now or climb the ladder to success," she said.
No contest, thought the man, so he climbed the ladder to the next cloud. On this cloud was a slightly thinner woman, who was slightly easier on the eye.
"Kiss me now or climb the ladder to success," she said.
"Well," thought the man, "might as well carry on."
On the next cloud was an even more attractive lady who, this time, was quite attractive.
"Kiss me now or climb the ladder to success," she uttered.
As he turned her down and went on up the ladder, the man thought to himself that this was getting better the further he went. On the next cloud was an absolute beauty. Slim, attractive, the lot.
"Kiss me here and now or climb the ladder to success," she flirted.
Unable to imagine what could be waiting, and being a gambling man, he decided to climb again.
When he reached the next cloud, there was a 400 pound ugly man, arm pit hair showing, flies buzzing around his head.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Hello" said the ugly fat man, "I'm Cess!"
[/i]"Kiss me now or climb the ladder to success," she said.
No contest, thought the man, so he climbed the ladder to the next cloud. On this cloud was a slightly thinner woman, who was slightly easier on the eye.
"Kiss me now or climb the ladder to success," she said.
"Well," thought the man, "might as well carry on."
On the next cloud was an even more attractive lady who, this time, was quite attractive.
"Kiss me now or climb the ladder to success," she uttered.
As he turned her down and went on up the ladder, the man thought to himself that this was getting better the further he went. On the next cloud was an absolute beauty. Slim, attractive, the lot.
"Kiss me here and now or climb the ladder to success," she flirted.
Unable to imagine what could be waiting, and being a gambling man, he decided to climb again.
When he reached the next cloud, there was a 400 pound ugly man, arm pit hair showing, flies buzzing around his head.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Hello" said the ugly fat man, "I'm Cess!"
Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays as the words FIRST CONTACT flash across the screen. The video switches to Biggs standing in the middle of the ring in the Tokyo Dome. He's dressed in a dark blue suit with a white shirt and dark tie. There are feathers on the shoulders of his jacket. A ladder is set up behind him. He immediately begins to speak, foregoing the normal formalities of an introduction.
”All joking aside, C.J. Gates, in a few short nights, you and I shall face off in one of the most dangerous and unpredictable matches in all of professional wrestling. In a few nights, this ladder behind me will determine our respective fates, as one of us will be able to scale the heights and claim the APW Undisputed Championship as our own, while the other will go home empty handed.”
“The fact is that while we are fighting over the Undisputed Title, the true owner of that belt is very much under dispute, at least with the way I see it. Your claim to ownership of the title comes by virtue of the fact that you pinned my shoulders to the mat for the requisite three seconds at Shockwave in August, thus winning the match, and becoming the APW Undisputed Champion. My claim is this, that your supposed win was not even counted by a licensed official. Now I'm not accusing you and Kurt Noble of being in cahoots to rob me of my championship, I'm not saying that you paid him off or anything, I'm just saying that you were all too quick to accept it when he handed you the title belt when he had no authority to do so. And while President Jeff and the world at large accept your title reign as legitimate, I can't do that, I will not do that. I know that the truth is I never officially lost the title to you, that you didn't officially beat me for it. It's a moral victory, sure, but one I have had to settle for leading up to our match this Sunday.”
“And believe me, C.J., the fact that I've had to settle for this long doesn't bode well for you, because while I know in my heart I'm still the true champion, you parading around with that belt has affected both my reputation and my pocketbook. With you being recognized as the APW Undisputed Champ, not only have I been viewed as less of a competitor following my career changing victory over Level-One, but I have not been able to collect the type of money that I was able to as champ. And while I'm well off as it is, as you are as well, I will be honest, it was nice to receive the champion's purse each and every time I entered that I entered the ring. And let's not forget the fact that you've been invited to compete for the True Experts Championship in a Fatal Four Way Match. I have no doubt that if I were still champion, it would be me in that spot, and not you! You robbed me of that honor, of that opportunity to immortalize myself on the top stage of the Experts! This loss of respect and income has only helped to motivate me all the more heading into our match.”
“But I shouldn't even be having to wrestle this match to be recognized as Champion. I should have had the title returned to me immediately following Noble's discretion. But life isn't always fair, and I find myself fighting for the very thing that should already be mine. I shouldn't have to fight you in this Ladder Match to get the Undisputed Title back, but I have to fight you, so I will. As a Machiavellian, I hold to the worldview that the ends justify the means, which in this case means that I have to overcome you to claim what it rightfully mine, and I intend on doing just that this Sunday.”
Biggs pauses to adjust his shades before continuing to speak.
”Now don't mistake my confidence for arrogance. I'm not saying that our match will be a cakewalk. If there were justice in this universe, it would be, but after the runaround I got from Jeff in regards to the title controversy, I know there is no such thing as justice in APW.”
“I know that when I step between these ropes, and see the title belt suspended some twenty to twenty-five feet in the air, that I will be in for one heck of a fight to reclaim it. Because, C.J., I know how attached you've become to that title during your ill-gotten reign. If it's even half as attached as I got to the title during my run, I know that you will do absolutely anything to make sure that you aren't parted from it. I know that's what I did. But I also know that's what ultimately cost me.”
“While I don't accept responsibility for Kurt Noble knocking me out with my own belt, I do accept the fact that had I not brought the belt in the ring in the first place, it couldn't have been used against me. Now I'm not saying that bringing the belt in during our match at Shockwave was an act of desperation or and admittance of the fact that I couldn't put you away otherwise, I'm just saying that in my quest to retain the title, I may have over reached a bit, trying to press the issue, doing absolutely anything to keep the belt. I will admit I made a mistake bringing the belt into the ring that night, but the price that I had to pay for that mistake is far more steep than I should have had to bear!”
“Every day of my life since that night has been filled with thoughts of should have, could have, would have. Every day since August 28th has been nothing but hell for me as I've watched you parade around with my title, claiming yourself to the be rightful holder. It makes me sick to my stomach, C.J., it really does! The thought that you are perceived as being a better wrestler than me is something that eats away at me in a way that I can hardly explain. You know as well as anyone, C.J., that I'm never at a loss for words, but even I have trouble finding a way to explain the depths of the sorrow and hurt you've caused me since you stole my belt.”
“But back to my point about being willing to do anything to keep the belt, I made my mistake in the context of a regular wrestling match, under normal rules and circumstances. When you 'defend' the title against me this Sunday, C.J., it won't be under normal circumstances, it will be in a Ladder Match. If you think about how much my mistake cost me at Shockwave, just think about on how much greater of a scale your eventual fall will be this Sunday! In a straight one-on-one wrestling match, there's an element of control and predictability that just does not exist within the context of a Ladder Match!”
“In a regular match, it largely comes down to which wrestler has more skill, although in your case, you got lucky that Kurt took your side. In the Ladder Match, luck takes a much larger role. Yes, our respective skill will play a part in determining the outcome of the match, but it's not a dominating factor. Because Ladder is the true wild card, the X-Factor of the match, if you will. For example, I could beat you down from pillar to post, grounding you to where you have no way of recovering in time in order to stop me from unlatching the belt, but if I'm half-way up the ladder, and it decides to buckle on me, collapsing, well, I stand to take a nasty and painful fall. A fall from the standing position in a wrestling ring has been measured to have the equivalent amount of trauma on the back as a five mile-per-hour car crash. I know that may not sound like much to many of people out there watching this web show, but for any of you doubters, let me ask you how many of you are routinely in car crashes? Now magnify that when you're falling from ten or twenty feet in the air! That's going to hurt a lot more!”
“Believe me, C.J., I know going into this match that I am going to get hurt. I'm sure you realize it as well. One bad fall, one ladder in just the wrong place, and both of us could be potentially facing career threatening injuries. The types of injuries possible in this are numerous, ranging from a bruised tailbone, broken bones, snapped muscles, lacerations from the ladder, the list goes on and on! Imagine if we're duking it out on top of a ladder, and it tips over, sending up both neck first across the top rope. The force of that action could be enough to crush one's larynx. Or let's say we're both on top of seperate ladders, and both tip over and fall. If one of us were to fall onto the tipped over ladder, there's no saying what angle we'd hit at, or the potential calamity of the situation! This could very well be my last match. It could just as easily be yours. But what we are fighting for, the APW Undisputed Championship, is worth all the suffering, all the pain. In this case, the ends surely justify the means!”
Biggs makes his way to the bottom rung of the ladder, and steps up onto it.
”A little over a month ago, I stood in this very ring, in very similar circumstances, saying much of same things I've said thus far, C.J., but I felt it would be fitting to revisit that here tonight, because I can't think of any better illustration of the struggle we will be engaged in this Sunday.”
“Both you and I started this year as talents on the rise. You were one half of the Exchange Rate, arguable the greatest team to hold the tag titles since they were reintroduced. You had a top four showing in the Survive and Conquer Match. And the fans loved you.”
“I, on the other hand, had just started the single greatest Overdrive Championship run in the history of APW. The fact that I was the only man to hold that title for a record setting three times only made my run that much sweeter. The point is, C.J., we were both talents on our way up.”
Biggs takes another step up the ladder.
”As RassleMania approached, I continued to dominate the Overdrive division, taking on all comers. At the same time, your tag team imploded, and you were unable to keep carrying the dead weight of Blade. I swear, C.J., you deserved a medal for what you had to put up with from that bum. Not that I would give it to you personally, but somebody should have! So while I was steadily climbing, you were taking a step up, then a step down, back up, then back down.”
“My rise culminated with my match against Lester Only at Test for the Best. On that night, I finally reached the very top, against all odds! Nobody, absolutely nobody thought that I would be able to defeat Level-One to claim the APW Undisputed Championship for my own! Nobody thought I could do it, but proved everyone wrong that night when I pinned his shoulders to the mat! It had been a slog for me, C.J., it had been an absolute battle for me to climb all the way to the top! I can look you in the eyes and honestly say that I earned the championship belt. I may have used the ropes for leverage, I may have bent the rules, so to say, but I outsmarted Lester in that way, and relied fully on myself to get the job done!”
“Now you, on the other hand, after floundering a bit in the tag ranks, earned yourself an automatic shot at my newly won title by winning the Test for the Best Tournament. You shot from somewhere around a quarter of the way up the ladder all the way up to the second to last rung in an instant!”
Biggs hurriedly climbs to the second to last rung before continuing to speak.
”You hot shotted your way to the top, took a short cut, and found yourself at the very doorstep of becoming champion. I'm not trying to diminish your accomplishment of winning Test for the Best, I'm just saying that you didn't have to fight and scratch and claw your way up the ladder as long as I did to even get shot! Much like your in-ring style, your rise was fast and furious. But you have to remember this, C.J., you did not reach the top by your own volition. You needed the help of Kurt Noble to put you up that one last rung.”
“The way I see it, this match up is a way for both of us to legitimize our respective legacies. For my part, I get the opportunity to beat you in your own match and show you to be the fraud that you are. I get the chance to prove that I am the best in the world today, I get the chance to build my already glowing legacy very much at your expense.”
“And for you, Ceej, you get the chance to prove that you don't need help to win the big one. You can potentially show yourself to be the true top guy in this business. But perhaps most importantly, you get the chance to shut me up. I know that you know how big of a deal that would be, C.J. Gates.”
Biggs has a sly grin across his face as he says this.
”But back to your meteoric ascent C.J., let me remind you of the fable of the tortoise and the hare. I'm sure that you're familiar with it, but in the fable, the tortoise and the hare engage in a foot race. The hare is as quick as can be, but gets sloppy, and the tortoise wins due to his consistent pace. One can't help but worry about with how quick your climb to the top was, C.J., that you aren't in store for a just as quick a fall! I know that over the last two-and-a-half years I labored to reach the point where I am at now, I have built a strong foundation that will allow me to have success for years to come. Not to mention the fact that since you took my title, I've been laying the groundwork to wear you down and beat you up heading into our match-up.”
Biggs reaches up with his hand, rubbing his forehead.
”As you're watching this, C.J., I want you to place your hand on your forehead. Do you feel that, C.J.? Do you feel the bandage still wrapped around your head? Or if you have it off, do you feel the indentation of the scar that I left there when I absolutely brutalized you in Finland? Everything I do, C.J. Gates, I do for a reason. You can talk all you want about how physically ready you are for this match, how you've completely healed up, but I know that's a bunch of garbage. The wound may have had time to close, you may be able to sleep through the night just fine, but I'd wager that you're still having some pretty bad headaches pretty frequently. And along with those headaches, I wouldn't be surprised if you felt some dizziness or were often light-headed. And the problem with all those maladies, C.J., is that they throw off your equilibrium. And without proper equilibrium, well, how will you ever be able to climb the ladder without falling off? You won't be able to.”
“That's why I plan to target your head early and often during our match. I've already softened it up, and if I'm lucky, and you still have the stitches in, it only that easier of a target! A huge difference between me and you, C.J., is that I've already done some of the prep work to ensure that I get my title back.”
“Furthering the analogy of the tortoise and the hare, I know that it's many a competitor's natural tendency in a Ladder Match to go full tilt from the get go, to fly around the ring, to zip here and there, and hope, just hope that they can get a long enough window to dash up towards the belt and end the match early, thus saving them a ton of pain. I know better than to have this naïve view of things. I know that it's going to take a lot more than luck to keep you down, and you know the same about me. That's why you aren't going to see me going crazy early on in the match, that's why you aren't going to see me rushing things. I know that I will need to beat you down to the point where you physically are unable to crawl, let alone stand, before I can have a clear shot at the belt. But here's the thing, C.J., I don't just need to beat you down to that point, I want to hurt you to the point! As I've said before, every day of my life has been hell since you've separated me from my title, and I want you to feel the pain that I've felt, I want you to feel that pain and more! I want you to pay for your thievery, and I won't be satisfied until you're broken, crying in a heap on the mat, while I stand atop the ladder with the APW Undisputed Championship in my arms! I'm not going to go for the cheap, quick win, not by a long shot. No, I'm going to take my time, extract my revenge, and make you suffer, because that's what you've done to me. I don't care what I have to do, I don't care how much I have to do, I just care that I defeat you, and defeat you in such a way that you'll never want to face me again!”
“The fact is, C.J., that I can't wait to get in the ring with you this Sunday, because while it should be a mere formality that I get my belt back, the bottom line is that what I plan to do to you in that ring could never be considered formal. I will make you bleed, I will make you cry, I will make you hurt! If you doubt these things, C.J., just remember, I always have a plan! And when I execute my plan this Sunday, there will be nothing you can do to prevent me from becoming the new, true APW Undisputed Champion!”
“You know, C.J., in regards to those who climb the ladder of success, they say the truly smart ones take the elevator. I disagree with that. And come this Sunday, I will snap the cord holding your elevator up, sending you crashing back down to Earth. Why? Because I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!”
Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays again as Biggs climbs down the ladder and the screen fades to black.
