The night was cold and bitter and the wind wasn’t dying down for nobody, it was a clear reminder to all that winter and all the horrible bits about winter were coming and unless you were from the United Kingdom, there wasn’t really a winter like it. More rain then snow, winds that would blow your mind and then totally disappear within moments of each other, thunderstorms that were sporadic and violent, it made me glad I lived in the USA these days and only come ‘home’ when I had to do a show.
“You don’t have to stand so far away you know?” Said the voice of the young girl next to me, a girl who’d guilt tripped me into walking her to her hotel after my son disappeared with her two friends. I glanced at the gap between us and any closer and I’d be standing on her toes, she was trouble, I could sense it a mile away, good looking, sexually tense and utterly in adulation of me, trouble, but trouble nonetheless.
“We’re fine” I said bluntly trying to keep my eyes from her large perk cleverage, tanned skin and erect nipples that were clearly see through from her top.
“Have I done something wrong?” She said innocently, her blonde hair blowing over her shoulder and gently being pushed back with her finger to run down her back, her blue eyes looking at me in a lost manner.
“No. Look, I’m a married man, a happily married man and I’m too old to be playing games with young girls like you, let alone having you make moves on me in a pub. I knew your Mum a long time ago Rebecca, but a lot has happened since then” I said as we continued to slowly pace along the concrete slabbed streets of London, continuing to stop myself from looking at her.
“I see… Nobody would find out, if that’s what you’re worried about?” She said, her cheeky smile appearing.
“Its not th-” I said, only for her to cut me off.
“I just want to know what my Mum knew, I want to feel what she did. Ever since she died, all I remember her saying was how she knew you, how important a role you played in her life, how proud of you she was, even how you were in the bedroom and maybe it’s a bit weird, a bit wrong, but I want to feel close to her again and if being with you, even for one night makes me feel as she did when she was young and happy, then, I want to do that, more than anything” She said with a smile on her face, her hand gently moving down my arm, trying to clasp my hand only for me to quickly move it away.
“Rebecca, it will not bring you closer to your mother. Sex is sex, you need to get this in your head. I am truly sorry for your loss, but while what she said is flattering, nothing can be gained from me and you doing what you want us to, nothing.” I said, stopping as we reached the entrance to her hotel. The building was shabby, average at best, but no doubt these girls spent most of their money on tickets for our shows and little on accommodation, though I’m sure they saved enough for beer and enough drink to keep them topped up for their stay.
“Please…” She gently said, trying again to grasp my hand, again, I pulled it away.
“No Rebecca. Now get some sleep and forget this, it was lovely meeting you, but this is where we take different paths.” I said, watching as she gulped heavy and just nodded as a tear ran down her face followed by another one. With a solemn nod, I turned and begun to walk away only to hear a scream from behind me, I turned to see Rebecca on the floor.
“Help” She shouted, her voice broken by tears.
Quickly I turned back to her and ran to the steps leading up to her hotel entrance, her shin was badly bruised and the heel on her shoe broken, she must have fallen when it broke and landed with her shins onto the steps ahead of her.
“Are you ok?” I instantly asked kneeling in front of her, getting a view up her dress that I really didn’t need.
“My leg hurts” She said through the tears, her beautiful eyes staring down at me as if I was some knight in shining armour.
“Can you stand on it?” I asked, standing up and offering my arm for leverage which she took. Slowly she got up on her feet, but limped painfully from the one that was bruised; I noticed scuff marks on her hands and wrist to from where she landed on the ground.
“Yes” She replied, but nearly fell again as I moved my arm away forcing me to put it back so she could lean her weight onto me.
“I’m so sorry, I need you to help me to my room” She said causing alarm bells to ring in my head instantly as I glazed up at the hotel ahead of us.
“Isn’t there anyone inside who can help you?” I asked gently, trying to be sympathetic.
“No, they close the reception at 10. Please. I promise you this isn’t a trick.” She said to me, her weight being leant heavily on my arm as she just breathed heavily, trying to fight the tears back.
I knew it was a mistake and I knew only bad things could come from me agreeing to do this, but there was nobody else in sight, it was stupid O’clock at night and my son had disappeared with her friends, all I could hope was that when we got upstairs and she opened the door, Scott would be inside and able to vouch for everything I had done. God, I hoped.
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The hotel reception had been quiet like that or a morgue, however I had helped the girl this far and it seemed absurd to just leave her now, even if my better judgment was telling me to do just that. She gently moved up each step slowly before reaching her floor. I gazed along the long, narrow hallway, doors either side with gold plated plagues central to them with room numbers moving up the longer we went along.
“Which room are you in?” I said to her, her weight still heavily leant on my shoulder, bruises appearing on her arms and legs quite clearly.
“323” She said back, swinging her handbag in front of her and stopping as she bustled through a number of different items before finally finding a plastic card, much like a credit card but with the hotels name on it, with that, she smiled a sweet smile at me and walked again.
I glanced up at the numbers, we didn’t have far to go, I could walk her in, sit her down and then turn and leave and nobody would need to know anything else, I could merely go home to my nice, warm bed and that would be the end of it. We arrived.
She placed her card against a small plastic pad causing it to blip, a light changing from red to green as it did, the sound of a locking device moving. She placed her hand on the door handle and just pushed it open before I placed my hand on it and held the door open. I don’t know why, but I quickly glanced up and back down the hall to see a olive skinned lady entering her room, she glanced at me and smiled nicely before walking out of sight, I knew nothing about this looked good, it looked awful, but what else could I do? Leave her?
She gently moved into the hotel room with me following her in, her arm still over my neck, her weight still very much on me, the hallway was narrow and dark. I had hoped Scott might be here with her friends, but they were nowhere to be seen and this room was clearly uninhabited at the present moment as not a sound could be heard.
“Where’s your living room? Straight ahead?” I asked, glaring down the hall as the door closed behind me, only a small amount of light coming from the moon outside allowing me to see the layout of this large room.
“Can you take me to my room instead? I know how it sounds, but I’m not going to be able to get to my bed once you’ve left otherwise.” She said with fine logic, yet, I sighed, this was going from bad to worse and I knew I was right in the middle of a real shit situation and somehow, the gentleman in me was still demanding that I do the right thing.
“Ok, which is it?” I asked bluntly, my eyes glaring at the doors either side.
“Next one on the right” She quickly said, squirming briefly as her weight moved back onto her bad leg.
I moved forward gently and leant out to the door before opening it and pushing it wide, I then shuffled her into the room first and just moved in gently after her, I couldn’t see a thing. Suddenly, a tug of my arm lerched me forward as she squealed from kicking the frame, her body falling forward and onto the mattress that was firm but gentle enough to take the impact as we both landed. Suddenly she giggled and before I could do a thing, I was rolled onto my back, her weight moving from my shoulder to my groin, her legs bent either side of my waist as she sat up and just gazed down on me from above.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked, confused as only moments ago she was in pain and yet now, she straddled me as if she was fine.
“Hang on” Came the blunt and confusing reply as she leant to her side, a click sound leading to a small bedside light illuminating the room, allowing me to see her and the room around me.
“I thought you said no funny business?” I said angrily, glaring at her as her blonde hair flowed down her back, her blue eyes gazing down upon me, she smiled cheekily and just shrugged gently before suddenly lifting her top over her head and her shoulders, her bra, black and white lace, her cleverage bronzed and perfect in every way. I glared away and considered throwing her aside to escape this and get home, she’d tricked me. But she had clear bruises, one way or another, she was hurting and I didn’t want to do anything that might further that.
“I lied, but do you really mind? Doesn’t feel like it?” She glanced down at my groin where she sat, I knew I was aroused and had grown and she could obviously feel it under my jeans.
“Rebecca, you need to get off me, this isn’t going to happen…” I said, trying to reason with the girl, but she just leant forward, her breasts only a breath away from my face, her hands gently moving up my arms to my wrists before suddenly, I heard a repeated clicking and a tightening, followed by another on the otherside, I glanced back up at her confused and then pulled my arms forward, but they wouldn’t budge.
“I promise you, you won’t regret this when we are done!” She said causing me to pull my arms more violently, trying to tug free of the handcuffs she had placed to keep me where I was, gently she then moved down my body, her bra purposely sliding down my stomach and across my groin as she stood perfectly fine up in front of me. She undid her jeans and just let them drop to the floor to show her matching underwear and then dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Rebecca, enough. Let me go, this isn’t right, this isn’t what your mother or anyone else would want? Rebecca, for god sake!” I said desperately as she ignored my pleas and just grabbed the buttons on my trousers, gently undoing them one by one to reveal my black CK briefs, her hand just gently stroked my aroused manhood and moved slowly up and down in a scratching like method before she licked her lips, bottom the bottom one for affect as I continued to desperately free my hands from the cuffs.
“I’ll show you what I’m good at shall I?” She said with a smile, before lifting my briefs over my manhood, exposing me, she wrapped her hand around it, ignoring my weaving and my attempts to make what she was doing as awkward as possible and just placed her tongue on the underside of it before placing her lips all the way around it and like her hand before it, moving it slowly up and down, her thumb and forefinger doing the same just in front of where her lips firmly pressed.
I can’t lie, it was good and I was enjoying it, but it didn’t stop me from trying to escape, it didn’t stop me from trying to get clear of this hell, this nightmare situation she was putting me in. I pulled hard on the cuffs to escape, but they refused to budge as I felt and listened to the blonde between my legs choke as she tried to take me all in her mouth at the same time, her hand moving in when she lifted her head for breath, her spit used as a lubricant to quickly move up and down around me, touching and pressing all the right places.
“Why are you still trying to escape? Why won’t you just enjoy this?” She said, an anger coming into her voice for the first time, yet, it was me who ignored her this time, refusing to accept what she was doing, that I would be pushed like this.
She continued to do what she had started, repeating this for some time and not stopping, seeming to enjoy that she could please me, although it was clear, I wasn’t going to show her, however she eventually stopped and just stood up again, suddenly she removed her bra, her breasts not dropping an inch, perfectly firm, she did the same with her knickers and once again straddled me, but this time, she was totally naked, she moved over me and just kissed my neck before lifting my top slightly so she could kiss my chest and my stomach, she then sat back up and gently gyrated over me, rubbing herself back and forth.
She was wet beyond belief, this was clearly her plan all along and I had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. What an idiot. How could I be in such a position?
Her hand moved behind her back and she lifted me into her, slowly she sat deeper onto it, taking in every moment of the feeling, her eyes closed, a sigh of excitement coming from her mouth as she continued to rotate her hips over and over. For any man, this was unbelievable, it felt unbelievable, it looked unbelievable and all I wanted to do was to bang her fast, smash her doors in and just use her in every possible way, it was the Neanderthal in me that had begun to surface, but I knew it couldn’t happen and the adrenalin rush suddenly forced me to make one final attempt at refusing temptation as suddenly I roared, pulling me arms forward.
A click and suddenly my left arm was free, moments later, my right arm, her eyes widened as I just grabbed her by her perfect hips and threw her to my side causing her to fall off the end of the bed. Quickly I stood up, tucked the big man away and just did my jeans up, as she stood, her face was furious in its expression.
“What the fuck is your problem? What the fuck sort of man are you?” She screamed, walking to her side table again and opening the draw to reveal a dagger, shiny and new before aiming it at me.
“Rebecca, calm down. This was never meant to happen, you know that! I told you!!” I said, my hands up in a calming fashion.
“No wonder my Mum let you go! You fucking prick!!” She said, suddenly swinging the knife at me, missing my chest by inches causing me to quickly counter with a punch to her nose that knocked her to the ground, blood running down her face. She glared up at me in shock, her hands covering the area where I had hit her, the knife dropped to the ground beside her.
“I’m so sorry” I said quickly before turning and leaving the room, I grabbed the front door handle and stormed out into the hallway only to see Scott with Rebecca’s two friends confusingly glaring back at me, but I didn’t say a word to them, instead, I just stormed past them and quickly down the stares back into the reception.
“Dad?” Came the confused voice of my son as he watched me storm past.
He may well have came down for me, but I had gone, the first Taxi back to my house was my destination and a conversation with my wife to tell her everything had been the plan, little did I know everything else and the shit storm that was coming would also be aiming for my residence…
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Carnage #6
I glared down to the ring, my hammer shining under the spotlights above, it had been a human body part, no doubt it would still be throbbing from the blow I had just landed on Rayne Young, not just hurting in him, but causing him to suffer yet another defeat in the build up to our match at Pride in two weeks.
I smiled as I walked up the ramp, listening to the fans go wild as the three count was made and a shocked Jacob Laymon angrily looked on as Glory lifted the title above her head.
This was satisfaction.
The knowledge that you had got the final word, the final physical word no doubt, the knowledge that psychologically, you had the upper hand.
Deep down, Rayne would know this, sure, he would cover it up with his big talk and his macho opinions and he would, without a shadow of a doubt, tell the world that he didn’t care about the result of the match and that material things such as championships meant nothing to him and sure, that was the basic characteristic shown by Rayne since his return and since the demise of his family, but deep down, was it true?
Does man, any man, truly fight for nothing but anarchy and the feeling of destroying something? I doubt it, even guys like Priest, Dante, they had alternative motives, success, reward, respect, they are all reasons to fight, all reasons to win, money, power, opportunity, yet more reasons for why someone would want to succeed and win matches. So I don’t believe any man comes out to the ring, fights like we wrestlers do and does it just because he likes the feeling of beating the shit out of someone and in turn, suffering the torment and the pain of having someone do the same to them in return, which Rayne seems to do invariably more than most.
You see, Rayne, beyond his anger over his personal issues is still a competitor who has done this crap for a long, long time and to win gold, to have opportunity, to have power, to be rewarded with the respect of the locker room, for his legacy, his dynasty to continue with a victory over a man like me, it was something that meant something and although he might scream till he is blue in the face that it doesn’t, I reply with bullshit.
Because I know it does.
With the same smug smile, I watch till Rayne begins to become too, the fans chanting “Fuck you Rayne” over and over, with a nod to the fans, I turn and just walk into the back, my trusty hammer hanging by my side, a number of the roster are standing around, watching and a couple even applaud me, no doubt, those who’ve already had run in’s with Young. Nonetheless, I ignored the general reaction and just made my way further into the back to collect my things and go home after a successful night.
I shook my head in disbelief, thinking back to Rayne’s actions since his return, thinking back to his idiocy to attack a man like me, my disbelief that after all our history, after all the close calls we have had to face one another in the middle of the ring, the dumbass chooses to start things afresh and make issues with me… Me.
I was a cold bastard at the best of times, but god knows I tried to understand how he was feeling, god knows, I was trying to be an understanding face in the back for the son of a bitch as he tried to deal with the grief and the tragedy of his family, but god also knows that this time, the prick crossed the line and my sympathy, my empathy for the man, is gone, finished, kaput.
Just like my respect, he had it, once, but doing what he has done, making the issues with me that he has for no god damn reason, that is over and the time for remorse has passed, because come Pride, hitting Rayne Young in the face with a Sledgehammer won’t be the moment leading up to the end of our bout, no, no, no, it will be the beginning of what is to come, the beginning of a bloody, destructive battle that will see him beg at my feet for forgiveness, beg with his apologies
… Years in the making…
That’s how they are dubbing this match, Rayne Young Vs Lethal Weapon…
…Way I see it, doesn’t matter if it’s now or five years ago, ten years ago even, the result will always be the same, the winner, will always be the same… Lethal Weapon has been, is still and will always be, BETTER than Rayne Young.
Lethal Weapon, the legend to rule all legends and as the world considers him just that, at PRIDE, Rayne will be made to learn why I am known as the king of this industry, the king among kings, the greatest professional to EVER lace up a pair of boots…
He will finally understand why I am, A Lethal Weapon.
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“What the hell happened?” Said Scott as he ran back up the stairs from the reception and into the hotel room where the crying of a girl could be heard, as he turned into the room, he nearly glanced away as a naked, blood covered Rebecca, lay curled up between her two friends, a knife on the floor an arm’s reach away.
“He tried to rape her” Said one of her friends angrily, her eyes welling up with tears as they gently stroked her back and tried to console her.
“Who did? My Dad!?!” Said Scott with disbelief, his eyes narrowing at the scenes before him.
“Who else? Of course, your Dad!” Said the other girl causing Scott to lift his hands into his perfect hair, his expression one of disbelief, he glanced at the scenes again and just tried to take everything in.
“Look, leave this to me, I’ll sort something” Said Scott, trying to calm the situation.
“Are you mad? We’ve called the police!” Said one of the girls causing Scott’s jaw to drop, literally.
“You did what? You fucking idiot! We don’t even know what happened yet!?!” Said Scott, clearly defending his Dad causing the two girls to glare at him angrily.
“He raped me, he tried to rape me” Said Rebecca, sitting up, blood running from her nose, tears running down her face.
“Rebecca, I’m telling you, something isn’t right here, my Dad wouldn’t do something like that! He is a lot of things, but he isn’t a rapist, are you sure you have got this right?” Said Scott, kneeling in front of her causing her to cry more, suddenly one of her friends shoves him by the shoulder.
“Why the fuck would she lie huh? Why don’t you fuck off to your rapist Dad and say goodbye because when we are through, he’s going to jail!”
Scott just stood and angrily glared at the girls before glancing over the scene again, his eyes turn to Rebecca who just glances back up at him, a smile appearing over her face momentarily that shocks Scott, nonetheless, he backs out the door and glares at the knife one final time before nodding with an aggressive adrenalin running through his body, he then turns and walks out of the room and back down to the lobby before stepping outside, his hand raised in the air to an oncoming taxi that stops allowing him to climb on board.
He needed to hear the other side of this story and if his Dad was innocent, he knew exactly where he would be going…
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Promo
Rayne Young…
It feels like this shouldn’t be the first time we have really gone at each other, it feels like we should have done this a million times by now and should know each other inside out, but fact is, we have rarely stood in the same ring and I don’t recall us ever going one on one in a bout before, so for the two of us, I think it’s fair to say that there is a little untouched territory here, a essence of the unknown, you see, fighting me in a tag team match, that’s one thing and in those moments, when the heat gets a little to much, you can always run away and tag your pal in to do the job for you, but one on one, well, that’s a whole different kettle of fish my friend, you see Rayne, there is no breaks in this match, no time outs, no disqualifications, no moment of rest, no ‘friends’ to back you out of trouble… Sure, you get to keep your little chair, why not huh? After all, you have depended so much on that thing since you came back, making you fight on your own without it, would seem, somewhat… Cruel.
Rayne, I’m going to be honest with you about everything that led to this match, you see, I never intended on returning, it was never in my plan to come back to the wrestling world again and when Riley offered me a job sorting out his security and keeping on top of things while he rested up from his injury, I had never considered the consequences of some overpaid, over hyped piece of shit like you, doing something so god damn stupid, something so god damn idiotic, that I might be tempted to lace up and fight again, it never crossed my mind – Naïve? Sure! Totally!! But it doesn’t change the fact that this match should never have happened and do you want to know the most ironic thing about it all?
When it’s all said and done… You’re going to wish it never did.
You see, we’ve had our clashes in the past but for one reason or another, things have never come together to bring us into a match, we might have had other agenda’s at the time or mutual enemies, we might have been between contracts and no doubt, our retirements – and we’ve both had a few now – got in the way of what would otherwise have been a battle to recount already, however, it never did happen and alas, we stand before one another at PRIDE for the very first time in our careers… But Rayne, do you truly think you can beat me? Honestly?
Because I know you can’t, I know it won’t happen, I know it can’t happen and I know that it will remain that way until we are dead, you see Rayne, I am your great bear, I am the man who no matter how many times your legacy is told, no matter how reviered you are remembered by the industry and the fans, I am the man who they will remember as the man you were never able to beat, the man you were never, EVER able to better and I know this because history tells the tale between us as clear as day… You Rayne Young have attacked me from behind on nearly every occasion when we have had a problem, whether that be with a steel chair or even a Pipe – and don’t think I forgot about that, back in MCW, 2008 – You have attacked me when I haven’t been able to face you time and time and time again and like I already stated, you’ve never backed it up with an appearance where I can face you…
Rayne, if that doesn’t tell a story, I don’t know what does, if that doesn’t show what a cowardly piece of crap you are, I don’t know what does.
You know something Rayne, I wouldn’t even put it past you that when the fire engulfed your house and killed your family, you were the fucking big man, on the outside, smoke bellowing up into space, staring at it, like the fucking coward you are, staring at it and doing FUCK-ALL!
Rayne Young, you can comment about my public misdemeanours all you wish and I have no doubt you won’t be the first or the last to do it, but don’t think I am going to hold back about your latest drama, you see, at least this time this public issue with you Rayne doesn’t involve Kirsta Lewis in the same bullshit, boring love triangle we see everywhere you two go when in the same place but I have no doubt in my mind it won’t be long till that happens. Maybe she’ll comfort you better after your grief or maybe I’ll just beat you so fucking bad at PRIDE that she will feel the need to be by your bedside, stroking your head and praying for you to get better soon, asking for favours that even the Lord almighty above will reply to with a big ‘Fuck off’.
Rayne, I listened to your story when it aired and rightly or wrongly, I listened and considered your impending return to the wrestling business which me and many of the insiders knew about, it’s funny how these things always seem to happen to you, just when a flood of public interest and support is required for your big triumphant return to the ring and lets face it, what you’ve put that family through in the past is short of torture and all for your benefit, so to suggest out loud what I was thinking when the story was aired around the world on 24 hour news channels isn’t something I’m going to regret, you see, I do have to wonder if that fire, that ‘tragedy’ was rigged. Done on purpose.
I’m not calling you a murderer Rayne, that would be to cool a title for a man like you, you’d love that too much, no, I’m suggesting that possibly, you were an idiot, a fool, a thick piece of shit who tried a stunt to get the people of the USA and the surrounding world to take notice of you again. Like a kid with ADHD, you did something that would grab the world’s attention with the hope that when you returned to the ring, you’d bring with you a torrent of support and understanding, little did you know or prophesise that your ‘stunt’ would go wrong and kill your long suffering family, huh Rayne?
I’m sorry Rayne, have I hit a nerve? Have I upset you? God forbid I do that, you might come round and burn my house down to and nobody would like to see that, not because of the tragedy of my death, no, but because nobody would want to see the pathetic excuse of a sight that comes with such a tragedy, the guilt ridden, anger spewing soap character that is Rayne Young, crying and moping about what has happened and how his life is always able to take an even greater turn for the worse! It’s about as satisfying to watch as a documentary on the art of being a sadist!
Rayne, fact is this, I don’t like you, I don’t like what you can do and I don’t mean in the ring, because I’m more than confident that no matter what you throw at me, I can beat it, but I mean out of the ring. I don’t believe this bullshit story that what happened was a tragedy and don’t even think about filling for a lawsuit of deformation of character, because I’m not assuming, I’m stating an opinion that maybe factual or fictional, nonetheless, it’s an opinion based on the facts I’ve seen before me and the way I know you and your character. Do I think you intended to kill your family? Well, I wouldn’t put it past you, but I wouldn’t want to give you the credit of being able to pull of such an intelligent ploy without someone pointing the finger at you, so instead, I’m going to say you probably didn’t mean to do that, thus this anger and this hate toward the world, because typical Rayne Young, instead of blaming himself and realising that what happened was a cause of his own stupidity, he blames the world, claiming a tragic event caused what happened and his part in it was minimal and of no way a part that could be blamed for such an event – Bullshit!
Just like PRIDE and the crap you have already spewed in my direction – Bullshit!
You can beat me and winning doesn’t matter to you, not one bit – Bullshit!
It matters to you Rayne, we both know it, deep down, it matters. Sure, you are playing this ‘character’ right now, right? This, ‘I don’t give a fuck what people think or what people say, I’m a serious bad ass and I want to see blood every time I fight cause that’s what makes me a badass – yeah’ – Ok, yeah sure, if you want us all to believe that, go for it, I’ll play along after PRIDE is finished and tell the world on your next failure of a DVD how badass you were and how you seriously meant to cause people some harm without ever caring for your win/loss record, titles and of course this over hyped legacy of yours that entails that for some reason, you are some kind of legend in this business. No problem.
But for now, with PRIDE coming and with you being the man I need to smash the shit out off to gain the victory and the final say in what is going to be our one and only chapter… I’m not playing ball.
I don’t believe this bad ass attitude of yours, I don’t fall for it, sure, you are going to hit me with shit and you are going to try and beat me down at PRIDE, I don’t doubt that for a second, but it’s a no DQ street fight you dumb prick, I’m going to be doing the same to you and I’m going to be trying to win and you know what else? I’m going to try and pin you 1,2,3 on the mat or make you tap like a bitch, why?
Because it proves I’m better than you – Sure.
Because it proves everything I’ve said till now – Sure.
Because it not only means the two points I just said, but also kicks that embarrassment right back in your face that I was able to do what you couldn’t – Oh hell yes!!
Rayne, losing to me, no matter what damage you cause, doesn’t make you look like a badass, it doesn’t make you look tough or a serious threat to anyone else in this federation, it makes you look like a joke, it makes you look like another wrestling cliché of someone who ‘thinks’ it makes them look like a badass. No. Jacob Laymon, a guy you seemed to mention fondly in your promo, he looks like a badass at the moment, because he used intelligence to get himself in the main event scene, he beats the fuck out of people but most importantly Rayne, he finishes the job.
You… Na. You lost to Michael Kyzer, you have actually done very little to impress anyone since your comeback and I wouldn’t be far off saying, that when you lose to me at PRIDE, You’ll probably need to take another sabbatical from the business, another false retirement to refresh your brain and in a few months, work out another stunt – one that hopefully doesn’t go so wrong this time – in order to come back with the wind at your sails, right?
Rayne Young – You’re a piece of shit, an overrated piece of shit.
Come PRIDE, I am going to win, I am going to beat your ass and I am going to collect the plaudits from the world for this match that has been ‘years in the making’ and when everything is said and done, when the world listens to your excuses and your bullshit reasoning for why you didn’t beat me, why you didn’t finish me… When the world see’s your true colours and finally, it doesn’t wash with them… Remember my words Rayne, remember what I’ve said to you…
You’re not a badass…
…You, are, Pathetic.
PRIDE is coming Rayne, but the only one of us who has any, is me and that will remain stronger than ever with me when I have beaten your ass in the middle of that ring and claimed another scalp to add to own legacy, a true legacy.
20 years I have been a legend Rayne Young.
20 Years I have been the peak of the mountain in this business.
20 Years I have been THE MAN.
And in just days, you are going to find out why I am the legend to rule all legend, the king of kings…
Why I am… The Lethal Weapon.
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