You grew a fucking backbone. That's funny. It really is. So you work at JC Penny to make ends meet. Is that my fault? Is it my fault that as a former world champion, which I earned that belt, I get offered enough money to do this professionally. This is what I'm talking about. SFT isn't even as bad as some “counter culture” federations that operate out of bingo halls.
This thing makes the NWA look organized.
You want to tell me I don't know you? Oh I know all about you. The thing is Emerson. I don't care.
Because truth be told you will never become a true professional until you decide to become a professional. You are working a shitty ass job and then wrestling on the side for what? For your health? I bet JC Penny really loves it when you come in all beat up week after week wrestling in Europe and then flying back. Tell me. Just how do you work that into your schedule?
I think I just retcon punched your origin story there slappy.
Where's my guitar?
Family is what you live for eh?
Oh that's rich. Family eh? So your not going to screw over that little boy eh? Tell me. Just how much of a good father are you going to be when after I get done breaking your face in Emerson. How well are you going to be a good provider after I break you in half at Titans?
What kind of man willingly gets into a ring with someone like me when he has responsibility?
A suicidal buffoon.
I would pity you, but I can't pity anyone.
Am I content with what I have. I have nothing.
Look at me. I am like Ozymandias. I have the world and I have nothing.
It's life. You don't have what you want. I have everything everyone else wants. I have a title in a hot promotion right now with a chance...a chance to win it's world title.
I don't want it because it's not worth it.
You think I am ungrateful? You are full of shit. You know nothing. I never wanted to come to this place. The only reason I did was for something for a place that has since shut it's doors. In order to keep up the work that I have to do I have to give up the girl that I have wanted since I can remember.
So don't think for one fucking second that I am not going to give you everything I have in this match.
Because I aim to misbehave.
You want to go one on one with Mariah Carey?
Get ready to get your ass handed to you “hero”!
Because tomorrow night. It's not about the world title. It's not about the national title. It. Is about just how much of a hero you are. You might be the guy. You might be the man to beat the freak!
Come on Emerson. Everyone. From a jobber to a legend has always got one good match in them. There is a time when a man like me finds himself at a turning point. I have no real competition. That bitch who thinks she bested me for a brief moment, because I saw it on the tape, found out she didn't have a prayer of beating me so she saved face.
She played smart.
You...have one chance. One moment to make yourself a hero. Do it for your boy. Do it for yourself.
Do it for me.
Maybe you might just strike a cord and change my mind about this place.
Let's see if you are made of sterner stuff.