10-16-2014, 08:12 AM
A camcorder comes to life, as Grayson Stinger leans back on the bench he's sitting on, his back resting on the metal lockers behind him. Stinger appears to have just finished a workout, with sweat seeping through his shirt and down his hair. He tkaes a long drink from his water bottle and loos into the camera.
It's been such a long time since I've stepped through that curtain, walked down that aisle, and gotten into that ring. But mark my words son, I haven't lost a single step.
Grayson Stinger was despised and hated by so many people around here, but then he disappeared. Some say he was too scared of the big time, and couldn't hang with the top guns. Some say he was a sore loser from his last match. But I'm here to tell you that none of that is true. I am the best in the world at what I do, and I will prove it to you on Monday night. But I'm not going to be a huge churl, so let's talk about you, shall we?
You say that you're training harder than ever. That you're working your way up. That all ends on Monday night. I am going to place my foot on your throat and send you crashing so far down into the pit that you will never escape. You want to beat the best this industry has to offer? Well Spike, you are going one on one with the measuring stick. But you can't measure up buddy. You aren't willing to do what it takes to be the best. In this company, you need to show no mercy to anyone. And that's exactly what will happen on Monday. I will do whatever it takes to beat you Spike. I have no more acquisitions to do. You get all my attention this week. That is some seriously bad news for you.
What happens when you get to that line, Spike? What happens when the only way to beat me and take that next step is to make me bleed? To give me unimaginable pain? What will you do then? It seems like you got a lot of soul searching to do, and time is running out. You know what you need to do in order to be the top superstar here. So make your choice, little Spike. We are all anxiously waiting.
Stinger smirks into the camera and leans forward, covering the lens before the machine shuts down.
It's been such a long time since I've stepped through that curtain, walked down that aisle, and gotten into that ring. But mark my words son, I haven't lost a single step.
Grayson Stinger was despised and hated by so many people around here, but then he disappeared. Some say he was too scared of the big time, and couldn't hang with the top guns. Some say he was a sore loser from his last match. But I'm here to tell you that none of that is true. I am the best in the world at what I do, and I will prove it to you on Monday night. But I'm not going to be a huge churl, so let's talk about you, shall we?
You say that you're training harder than ever. That you're working your way up. That all ends on Monday night. I am going to place my foot on your throat and send you crashing so far down into the pit that you will never escape. You want to beat the best this industry has to offer? Well Spike, you are going one on one with the measuring stick. But you can't measure up buddy. You aren't willing to do what it takes to be the best. In this company, you need to show no mercy to anyone. And that's exactly what will happen on Monday. I will do whatever it takes to beat you Spike. I have no more acquisitions to do. You get all my attention this week. That is some seriously bad news for you.
What happens when you get to that line, Spike? What happens when the only way to beat me and take that next step is to make me bleed? To give me unimaginable pain? What will you do then? It seems like you got a lot of soul searching to do, and time is running out. You know what you need to do in order to be the top superstar here. So make your choice, little Spike. We are all anxiously waiting.
Stinger smirks into the camera and leans forward, covering the lens before the machine shuts down.