Now serving Devlin Knight.
Oct 27, 2023 5:44:27 GMT -5
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Post by THE Tristan Slater on Oct 27, 2023 5:44:27 GMT -5
Well, well, well.
Six long months later the prodigal son has returned, and for very good reason. It's time to play a game, only it's a game that has more repercussions than many might think. Over the last six months, I've watched from a distance as the WGWF has boomed with tremendous talents joining the ranks from all over the profession. Names like Spencer Adams, Clyde Newton, Dubois, Chris Chaos, Amber Mansley, Johnny Stylez, and even Jenny Myst just to name a few. There is a changing of the guard in the air and coming off the 2023 Cannabis Cup that has never been more apparent. Congratulations are for Cholo. It was a gutsy performance, and while I applaud your efforts to get to the top it's going to be a lot of fun seeing how long you stay at the top. I can imagine that you're on cloud nine as the reality continues to sink in that you are no longer the hunter... you've not become the hunted. I know that feeling all too well as I have been to the mountaintop in every organization I've elected to seriously compete in.
... and while you have a target on your back my sights aren't locked on you.
Not yet.
Now more than ever there is a sea of endless opportunities for anyone... that includes me... but unlike most, I don't want anything that I haven't earned.
My path begins now, and much like I said at the Cannabis Cup live in the center of that ring... I'm prepared to run through anyone, I don't care WHO you are... Devlin Knight.
October 23, 2023- Miami, Florida - Hard Rock Stadium
"How does it feel to be drafted to Monday Night Brawl?"
Camera flashes mixed with various voices quieting down are heard with our scene fading in at a 2023 Cannabis Cup Media Scrum where we find Tristan Slater kicked back with his feet on a table, microphone in hand.
TRISTAN SLATER- "I've been gone six months and that's the best question you can ask?"
Tristan rolls his eyes.
TRISTAN SLATER- "It didn't matter where I was drafted or when I was drafted, I was drafted. Brawl or Smash... only one can be glorious."
A cocky comment followed by a wink as another voice quickly shouts out.
"What have you been doing since your last appearance at WrestleWars?"
TRISTAN SLATER- "I've had a nice vacation."
Tristan kicks his feet off the table and leans forward.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Listen guys, we can cut all the bullshit questions and get right into the heart of the matter. Where I've been, what I've been doing is the last thing anyone should be concerned themselves with. What you should be asking yourselves; or in this case me, what are my intentions? I didn't show up tonight by sheer chance or happenstance, there's a reason... but if I'm going to sit here and play grab ass with you all I'd at least like to grab something meaty and juicy."
A random voice screams out.
"Have you spoken to John Cable at all tonight?"
Tristan cocks an eyebrow while he sarcastically responds.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Now we're getting somewhere."
Tristan then continues.
TRISTAN SLATER- "No."
"That's it?"
TRISTAN SLATER- "It was an answer, wasn't it?"
Another voice rings out.
"What are your intentions being back?"
Tristan laughs under his breath as he leans back in his chair.
TRISTAN SLATER- "You'll see."
It didn't take long for Candice Page to see the writing on the wall and proceed with the baptism by fire with my return booking to the company. Nobody said this road was going to be easy, and the last thing I want is to be thrown softballs. For those that do not know who I am allow me to take a second and bring you up to speed. I'm as decorated as it gets when it comes to the WGWF; multiple-time World Heavyweight Champion, Tag Champion, and TV Champion. I own the Triple Crown. The only title missing from my collection is the WGWF Intercontinental Championship.
Reasons.
We all have them.
I've accomplished everything there is to accomplish but putting that ONE strap of gold around this chiseled waist.
On Monday Night Brawl Cholo has a choice... If I'm a betting man I'd say that Intercontinental Championship is going to be open for business... and while I might not have earned an opportunity by walking back through the doors, coming back to a marquee battle with the runner-up of the Cannabis Cup isn't a bad consolation prize because if I'm able to secure that victory it should start opening the eyes that my legacy of being one of the absolute best still rings true. Devlin, you're just coming back after a long hiatus, and I'll admit that you've come back with a bang as you came eyelashes away on multiple occasions of being the World Heavyweight Champion at the Cannabis Cup but that doesn't negate a Last Chance Battle Royale, a Quarter Final win over Dubois, a Semi-Final win over Sam Chatman because none of that is an easy feat.
That's partly why I smiled when I saw this card announced because you WILL bring me a fight... which is all I'm asking for.
I could take the easy road and refer to you as Fred, or deep dive your entire career to show you to be a ruthless, self-absorbed prick... That's easy. No, what I intend to do is sell you for what you are, and that is somebody who has been at the forefront of the WGWF since it relaunched in some form or fashion. I can admire how you found your way back on the right side of the fence but I question if that is truly what you desire. I ask you that because while you can sit high on a throne and pat yourself on the back for putting up a fantastical fight... nobody remembers second place. Something else I admire is how you and I are on this collision course and we both have something to prove.
And to me...
That makes us equally as dangerous.
October 23, 2023- Miami, Florida- Private Jet Strip
The scene opens with the sound of a cell phone ringing while Tristan Slater is about to board a private jet. Slater steps away from the jet and takes the call.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Hello?"
A smile comes across the face of Slater.
TRISTAN SLATER- "I figured you'd be calling."
Tristan listens for several seconds while nodding his head.
TRISTAN SLATER- "The way I see it is there is unfinished business that needs to be dealt with, but I'm not going to lie it's going to be a lot of fun catching back up with you. I'm actually about to board a flight to California."
Confused, Tristan asks.
TRISTAN SLATER- "What do you mean you know? Are you stalking me or something? Don't be a creep."
Tristan turns around looking up at the entrance to the jet where he sees...
Tristan hangs up the phone as he lays eyes on Mac Bane.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Brother."
Tristan walks over to the staircase that extends down to the tarmac and makes his way up to the jet entrance where Mac greets him with a stern handshake.
MAC BANE- "It's been way too long my guy."
Tristan peaks inside the jet.
MAC BANE- "Um... Who are you looking for?"
Tristan leans back out of the jet.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Death is always around."
Mac laughs as he enters the jet followed by Tristan. The stairs retract up, the door closes, and the engines fire up leaving us to fade to black.
I think it's safe to say that we've both got a lot to fight for, Devlin. For you, it's a matter of what's next. What's next if you're knocked down another peg or two by the hands of yours truly? The last thing you can afford I stole have your return halted further, but unfortunately for you, that's exactly what is about to happen. I'm often overlooked by the newer generation of WGWF and at times the old guard must step in and establish dominance. Especially when some of you are getting a little too big for your britches. Do you fall into that category? I don't know, that's for you to decide. What I can tell you is that when you step through those ropes and are looking across the ring from me I don't see a runner-up, I do see someone who had millions of dollars of plastic surgery; or a modern day Ken doll, I see a guy that's struggling to get his footing because the times have changed in his absence.
If you think I'm here to be your doormat, your bounce-back win... you are sadly mistaken. I need you Devlin, I need to make an example out of you because that better serves me and what trying to accomplish.
Stamping a win in the column opposite you will turn a few heads.
I have no doubts that you're going to bring me the damnedest fight I've been a part of in a long, long time. Your style, technical prowess, and submission style bring a smile to my face because now you're speaking my language. I am a sucker for going hold for hold, move for move, and putting my training from all over the globe into practice. It gets stale working the same Americanized version of Professional Wrestling and seeing you in the ring with what you are physically capable of makes it that much sweeter. I love nothing more than outwrestling someone who thinks they're vastly superior only to find themselves inferior.
October 24th- Los Angeles, California- LA Memorial Coliseum
The Quarter-Finals of the Porter Games were on deck as our scene opens with Tristan Slater watching on from one of the luxury boxes as Chris Page has just put Larry Tact away to move onto the Semi-Finals of the single elimination tournament. Tristan is kicked back, relaxing with a small box of popcorn in his left hand. Tristan reaches in taking a single piece out and flips it up into the air. Tristan throws his head back looking to catch the piece in his mouth only to see a large white hand snatch it out of the air catching Tristan by surprise as he quickly jumps up from the black leather sofa spinning around with his fists clenched ready to throw blows. A sense of relief overcomes Slater as he sees...
TRISTAN SLATER- "For fucks sake man! What the hell are you doing here?"
John's eyes don't remove themselves from Tristan's.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Ummmm.... Hello?"
Tristan snaps his fingers in front of John's eyes which one might think would cause a blink. There's nothing.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Okay then."
Finally, John breaks his silence.
JOHN CABLE- "Care to talk about The Cannabis Cup?"
Tristan turns his head directly toward the camera giving it a wink before turning his attention back toward John.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Yeah man, what happened? Saw you took a loss in the second round."
John is hardly amused by the antics of Slater, and a gruff snort can be heard from beneath the mask.
JOHN CABLE- "You know damn well what I'm talking about, Tristan... and It has nothing to do with my match."
TRISTAN SLATER- "Oh right. My return? What about it?"
JOHN CABLE- "You made some pretty interesting statements out there."
TRISTAN SLATER- "And you've left a mask lying around attacking people for no reason, what's your point?"
John sputters in frustration at the incessant false accusations, even from Slater now, causing Tristan to break out into a fit of laughter before he holds his hand up and catches his breath before he begins again.
TRISTAN SLATER- "You really gotta calm your big ass down and stop taking everything so seriously, a guy your size... you'll give yourself a heart attack."
JOHN CABLE- "If you've got something to say to me, after everything we've been through... I would have thought you'd just say it to me."
Tristan cuts John off with a serious glare that changes the whole feel of the luxury box in an instant.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Listen, brother, did you and Mac not invoke my name in some sort of pissing contest not too long ago?"
John starts to respond, but Slater cuts him off.
TRISTAN SLATER- "No... you're going to hear me. so what? You're suddenly shocked that I've shown up? Last time I checked I didn't have to run anything by anyone and I can come and go as I please. I am not looking for beef, but you heard what I said; if anyone stands in my way I will knock them out of the way; that includes Mac Bane and that includes you too. Last I checked I've seen you teaming up with several other people, making plans, and not bothering to ask me if I was interested. These are facts, so when I show up prepared to do my own thing don't feel some kind of way because I'm just playing the same game everyone else seems to be playing.
John starts to respond but is cut off by a knock on the suite door before it slowly opens up to find Chris Page's head of security.
"Mr. Slater."
TRISTAN SLATER- "Yes sir."
"Mr. Page will see you now."
Tristan gives him a nod of the head before redirecting his attention toward John Cable.
TRISTAN SLATER- "If you'll excuse me, the boss asked for me to be here tonight. Apparently, he has some plans he wants to discuss. I'll catch you around."
Tristan walks past John and exits out of the suite as he is escorted to a side door off the main concourse. The scene fades.
I'm feeling very good about this next adventure, not going to lie. Devlin, do yourself a favor and don't walk into this underestimating me. It's the worst possible variable in this entire equation, or I should say that it's going to make a bad situation worse. I can appreciate what you've done, but that's about where it starts and stops. I made a vow in front of the world and my hometown in Miami at the Cannabis Cup that I didn't care WHO it was standing in front of me. The first WHO is you. For our sake, I hope that you've started getting accustomed to coming up short because that's exactly what's about to happen Monday Night on Brawl. You can punch me in the face, I'll punch you right back. You can try and snatch a body part while I. WILL snatch one. You boys seem to forget that there were hundreds of other people who laid the foundation for there to be a WGWF for guys like you to compete in. Putting you down is just the genesis of what else is left to come. You can look back on this exact moment when the shit hits the fan as a reference point. My eyes are focused on a prize, and you...
You're just a piece of my bigger puzzle.
... and I'm going to remind you that while you might be good, there's always someone just a little bit better. I mean, losing the World Title should be a reminder enough... but in the off chance that doesn't cut it for you try having to explain to your old lady how you came up short once again only this time against a dude that hasn't been in the ring competitively in at least three months.
Because that's where you're at!
I don't have to talk about it brother because I have no problems showing you... and the rest of you fuckboys and girls that think you're shit doesn't stink or that you belong in the conversation when it comes to being on top of this company. It's an embarrassment to me, to guys like MDK, guys like Famine of the Vile, guys like Kyle Shane, and you can even count Peter Vaughn in this mix because WE are the guys that built this house, we are the guys that put the table in place for guys like you to have a seat at. The last thing any of you want to do is draw my ire, but I'll be damned if you haven't already done it.
I'll be seeing you Monday Night on Brawl, Mr. Knight.
I'm sure it won't be the last time either.
As for the rest of you; take a fucking number, get in line, because I'm serving anyone.
There's a new gatekeeper to the Main Event scene in town... You're looking at him. Past talents, present talents, and future talents all apply.
Six long months later the prodigal son has returned, and for very good reason. It's time to play a game, only it's a game that has more repercussions than many might think. Over the last six months, I've watched from a distance as the WGWF has boomed with tremendous talents joining the ranks from all over the profession. Names like Spencer Adams, Clyde Newton, Dubois, Chris Chaos, Amber Mansley, Johnny Stylez, and even Jenny Myst just to name a few. There is a changing of the guard in the air and coming off the 2023 Cannabis Cup that has never been more apparent. Congratulations are for Cholo. It was a gutsy performance, and while I applaud your efforts to get to the top it's going to be a lot of fun seeing how long you stay at the top. I can imagine that you're on cloud nine as the reality continues to sink in that you are no longer the hunter... you've not become the hunted. I know that feeling all too well as I have been to the mountaintop in every organization I've elected to seriously compete in.
... and while you have a target on your back my sights aren't locked on you.
Not yet.
Now more than ever there is a sea of endless opportunities for anyone... that includes me... but unlike most, I don't want anything that I haven't earned.
My path begins now, and much like I said at the Cannabis Cup live in the center of that ring... I'm prepared to run through anyone, I don't care WHO you are... Devlin Knight.
October 23, 2023- Miami, Florida - Hard Rock Stadium
"How does it feel to be drafted to Monday Night Brawl?"
Camera flashes mixed with various voices quieting down are heard with our scene fading in at a 2023 Cannabis Cup Media Scrum where we find Tristan Slater kicked back with his feet on a table, microphone in hand.
TRISTAN SLATER- "I've been gone six months and that's the best question you can ask?"
Tristan rolls his eyes.
TRISTAN SLATER- "It didn't matter where I was drafted or when I was drafted, I was drafted. Brawl or Smash... only one can be glorious."
A cocky comment followed by a wink as another voice quickly shouts out.
"What have you been doing since your last appearance at WrestleWars?"
TRISTAN SLATER- "I've had a nice vacation."
Tristan kicks his feet off the table and leans forward.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Listen guys, we can cut all the bullshit questions and get right into the heart of the matter. Where I've been, what I've been doing is the last thing anyone should be concerned themselves with. What you should be asking yourselves; or in this case me, what are my intentions? I didn't show up tonight by sheer chance or happenstance, there's a reason... but if I'm going to sit here and play grab ass with you all I'd at least like to grab something meaty and juicy."
A random voice screams out.
"Have you spoken to John Cable at all tonight?"
Tristan cocks an eyebrow while he sarcastically responds.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Now we're getting somewhere."
Tristan then continues.
TRISTAN SLATER- "No."
"That's it?"
TRISTAN SLATER- "It was an answer, wasn't it?"
Another voice rings out.
"What are your intentions being back?"
Tristan laughs under his breath as he leans back in his chair.
TRISTAN SLATER- "You'll see."
It didn't take long for Candice Page to see the writing on the wall and proceed with the baptism by fire with my return booking to the company. Nobody said this road was going to be easy, and the last thing I want is to be thrown softballs. For those that do not know who I am allow me to take a second and bring you up to speed. I'm as decorated as it gets when it comes to the WGWF; multiple-time World Heavyweight Champion, Tag Champion, and TV Champion. I own the Triple Crown. The only title missing from my collection is the WGWF Intercontinental Championship.
Reasons.
We all have them.
I've accomplished everything there is to accomplish but putting that ONE strap of gold around this chiseled waist.
On Monday Night Brawl Cholo has a choice... If I'm a betting man I'd say that Intercontinental Championship is going to be open for business... and while I might not have earned an opportunity by walking back through the doors, coming back to a marquee battle with the runner-up of the Cannabis Cup isn't a bad consolation prize because if I'm able to secure that victory it should start opening the eyes that my legacy of being one of the absolute best still rings true. Devlin, you're just coming back after a long hiatus, and I'll admit that you've come back with a bang as you came eyelashes away on multiple occasions of being the World Heavyweight Champion at the Cannabis Cup but that doesn't negate a Last Chance Battle Royale, a Quarter Final win over Dubois, a Semi-Final win over Sam Chatman because none of that is an easy feat.
That's partly why I smiled when I saw this card announced because you WILL bring me a fight... which is all I'm asking for.
I could take the easy road and refer to you as Fred, or deep dive your entire career to show you to be a ruthless, self-absorbed prick... That's easy. No, what I intend to do is sell you for what you are, and that is somebody who has been at the forefront of the WGWF since it relaunched in some form or fashion. I can admire how you found your way back on the right side of the fence but I question if that is truly what you desire. I ask you that because while you can sit high on a throne and pat yourself on the back for putting up a fantastical fight... nobody remembers second place. Something else I admire is how you and I are on this collision course and we both have something to prove.
And to me...
That makes us equally as dangerous.
October 23, 2023- Miami, Florida- Private Jet Strip
The scene opens with the sound of a cell phone ringing while Tristan Slater is about to board a private jet. Slater steps away from the jet and takes the call.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Hello?"
A smile comes across the face of Slater.
TRISTAN SLATER- "I figured you'd be calling."
Tristan listens for several seconds while nodding his head.
TRISTAN SLATER- "The way I see it is there is unfinished business that needs to be dealt with, but I'm not going to lie it's going to be a lot of fun catching back up with you. I'm actually about to board a flight to California."
Confused, Tristan asks.
TRISTAN SLATER- "What do you mean you know? Are you stalking me or something? Don't be a creep."
Tristan turns around looking up at the entrance to the jet where he sees...
Tristan hangs up the phone as he lays eyes on Mac Bane.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Brother."
Tristan walks over to the staircase that extends down to the tarmac and makes his way up to the jet entrance where Mac greets him with a stern handshake.
MAC BANE- "It's been way too long my guy."
Tristan peaks inside the jet.
MAC BANE- "Um... Who are you looking for?"
Tristan leans back out of the jet.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Death is always around."
Mac laughs as he enters the jet followed by Tristan. The stairs retract up, the door closes, and the engines fire up leaving us to fade to black.
I think it's safe to say that we've both got a lot to fight for, Devlin. For you, it's a matter of what's next. What's next if you're knocked down another peg or two by the hands of yours truly? The last thing you can afford I stole have your return halted further, but unfortunately for you, that's exactly what is about to happen. I'm often overlooked by the newer generation of WGWF and at times the old guard must step in and establish dominance. Especially when some of you are getting a little too big for your britches. Do you fall into that category? I don't know, that's for you to decide. What I can tell you is that when you step through those ropes and are looking across the ring from me I don't see a runner-up, I do see someone who had millions of dollars of plastic surgery; or a modern day Ken doll, I see a guy that's struggling to get his footing because the times have changed in his absence.
If you think I'm here to be your doormat, your bounce-back win... you are sadly mistaken. I need you Devlin, I need to make an example out of you because that better serves me and what trying to accomplish.
Stamping a win in the column opposite you will turn a few heads.
I have no doubts that you're going to bring me the damnedest fight I've been a part of in a long, long time. Your style, technical prowess, and submission style bring a smile to my face because now you're speaking my language. I am a sucker for going hold for hold, move for move, and putting my training from all over the globe into practice. It gets stale working the same Americanized version of Professional Wrestling and seeing you in the ring with what you are physically capable of makes it that much sweeter. I love nothing more than outwrestling someone who thinks they're vastly superior only to find themselves inferior.
October 24th- Los Angeles, California- LA Memorial Coliseum
The Quarter-Finals of the Porter Games were on deck as our scene opens with Tristan Slater watching on from one of the luxury boxes as Chris Page has just put Larry Tact away to move onto the Semi-Finals of the single elimination tournament. Tristan is kicked back, relaxing with a small box of popcorn in his left hand. Tristan reaches in taking a single piece out and flips it up into the air. Tristan throws his head back looking to catch the piece in his mouth only to see a large white hand snatch it out of the air catching Tristan by surprise as he quickly jumps up from the black leather sofa spinning around with his fists clenched ready to throw blows. A sense of relief overcomes Slater as he sees...
TRISTAN SLATER- "For fucks sake man! What the hell are you doing here?"
John's eyes don't remove themselves from Tristan's.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Ummmm.... Hello?"
Tristan snaps his fingers in front of John's eyes which one might think would cause a blink. There's nothing.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Okay then."
Finally, John breaks his silence.
JOHN CABLE- "Care to talk about The Cannabis Cup?"
Tristan turns his head directly toward the camera giving it a wink before turning his attention back toward John.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Yeah man, what happened? Saw you took a loss in the second round."
John is hardly amused by the antics of Slater, and a gruff snort can be heard from beneath the mask.
JOHN CABLE- "You know damn well what I'm talking about, Tristan... and It has nothing to do with my match."
TRISTAN SLATER- "Oh right. My return? What about it?"
JOHN CABLE- "You made some pretty interesting statements out there."
TRISTAN SLATER- "And you've left a mask lying around attacking people for no reason, what's your point?"
John sputters in frustration at the incessant false accusations, even from Slater now, causing Tristan to break out into a fit of laughter before he holds his hand up and catches his breath before he begins again.
TRISTAN SLATER- "You really gotta calm your big ass down and stop taking everything so seriously, a guy your size... you'll give yourself a heart attack."
JOHN CABLE- "If you've got something to say to me, after everything we've been through... I would have thought you'd just say it to me."
Tristan cuts John off with a serious glare that changes the whole feel of the luxury box in an instant.
TRISTAN SLATER- "Listen, brother, did you and Mac not invoke my name in some sort of pissing contest not too long ago?"
John starts to respond, but Slater cuts him off.
TRISTAN SLATER- "No... you're going to hear me. so what? You're suddenly shocked that I've shown up? Last time I checked I didn't have to run anything by anyone and I can come and go as I please. I am not looking for beef, but you heard what I said; if anyone stands in my way I will knock them out of the way; that includes Mac Bane and that includes you too. Last I checked I've seen you teaming up with several other people, making plans, and not bothering to ask me if I was interested. These are facts, so when I show up prepared to do my own thing don't feel some kind of way because I'm just playing the same game everyone else seems to be playing.
John starts to respond but is cut off by a knock on the suite door before it slowly opens up to find Chris Page's head of security.
"Mr. Slater."
TRISTAN SLATER- "Yes sir."
"Mr. Page will see you now."
Tristan gives him a nod of the head before redirecting his attention toward John Cable.
TRISTAN SLATER- "If you'll excuse me, the boss asked for me to be here tonight. Apparently, he has some plans he wants to discuss. I'll catch you around."
Tristan walks past John and exits out of the suite as he is escorted to a side door off the main concourse. The scene fades.
I'm feeling very good about this next adventure, not going to lie. Devlin, do yourself a favor and don't walk into this underestimating me. It's the worst possible variable in this entire equation, or I should say that it's going to make a bad situation worse. I can appreciate what you've done, but that's about where it starts and stops. I made a vow in front of the world and my hometown in Miami at the Cannabis Cup that I didn't care WHO it was standing in front of me. The first WHO is you. For our sake, I hope that you've started getting accustomed to coming up short because that's exactly what's about to happen Monday Night on Brawl. You can punch me in the face, I'll punch you right back. You can try and snatch a body part while I. WILL snatch one. You boys seem to forget that there were hundreds of other people who laid the foundation for there to be a WGWF for guys like you to compete in. Putting you down is just the genesis of what else is left to come. You can look back on this exact moment when the shit hits the fan as a reference point. My eyes are focused on a prize, and you...
You're just a piece of my bigger puzzle.
... and I'm going to remind you that while you might be good, there's always someone just a little bit better. I mean, losing the World Title should be a reminder enough... but in the off chance that doesn't cut it for you try having to explain to your old lady how you came up short once again only this time against a dude that hasn't been in the ring competitively in at least three months.
Because that's where you're at!
I don't have to talk about it brother because I have no problems showing you... and the rest of you fuckboys and girls that think you're shit doesn't stink or that you belong in the conversation when it comes to being on top of this company. It's an embarrassment to me, to guys like MDK, guys like Famine of the Vile, guys like Kyle Shane, and you can even count Peter Vaughn in this mix because WE are the guys that built this house, we are the guys that put the table in place for guys like you to have a seat at. The last thing any of you want to do is draw my ire, but I'll be damned if you haven't already done it.
I'll be seeing you Monday Night on Brawl, Mr. Knight.
I'm sure it won't be the last time either.
As for the rest of you; take a fucking number, get in line, because I'm serving anyone.
There's a new gatekeeper to the Main Event scene in town... You're looking at him. Past talents, present talents, and future talents all apply.