Macbeth Said:What could turn this shit around is letting the true entertainers come to the fore front, the entertainers like my union team mates Scully and Tush. They need to stop holding people like us back.

Take it into your own hands I hear people say and guess what, that is exactly what I am going to do beginning with you two numpty's. That's right bitches you have the pleasure of front row seats to the beginning of a new era within the XWF. The era of entertainment, the era of fairness, the era of success, the era of The Union."

I'll grant you this, Scully and tush are fucking hilarious. Tush was a stablemate of mine. Good guy. Nothing really bad to say about him. Cool guy.

Scully on the other hand. I can see where you got Ghost Wank from. Because it sure as hell wasn't original. Scully first called me that shit back in Twenty-Fourteen. Motherfucker did you think that worked against me then? Do you think it'll work against me, NOW? Are you dense? Are you absolutely medically ? Did you allow Scully to do some experiments on your brain and has somehow passed his to you? Because Scully tried this Ghost Wank stupidity, and it failed. I ended up beating him, in my match back from healing up thanks to the many injuries accumulated through my early career. I lost to Knight in our championship fight for the Television belt.

End point; you really need to replace Scully. He's tainting your little stable's reputation. He's entertaining in that he's absolutely terrible, and he will never go further than winning the Championship. That's all he's good for. Laughs. At his expense.

Macbeth, your name makes me grin. The tale of Macbeth is a sad one. Macbeth ends up dead, and his opponent ends up taking his head.

I am Macduff, Macbeth. Except, I am not just Macduff. I am the Reaper. I am Death Incarnate. I am your opponent. Lady Luck has no place in this match. She was just a manager, and who knows, she might show. However, it's just you and me now. You decided in this last promo to just ignore me. You decided that I was not good enough to be talked about. Felt that talking about things would you would do against me is a boring topic. This is false.

To think that descriptions of what you plan to do your opponent is a boring affair, then believe you, me, you're completely ignorant in the ways of entertainment. It's entertaining to go up against me. It's entertaining to talk about how you're going to take on a giant in this wrong. A giant that is the most athletic, most powerful in this entire roster. I have been beaten, this is true. However, once I have gone upon my own, gone against Doctor Louis D'Ville's mind fuckery. I hold the blood of his ex-Prophet. I came into this world as Death, the Destroyer of Worlds. Death can be escaped, but eventually everyone will die. Even Death, but not now. Do you know what I'm going to do to you and Lady Luck, Macbeth? I am going to do powerbomb you both. I am going to break your backs, I am going to make sure you cannot run from me, and then I'm going to take you around the world through German Suplexes. Fuck Brock Lesnar and his Suplex City. I am going to take you two to Suplex World. I am going to suplex you both so much, you two will fucking tap out as if it was a submission, because you two cannot handle another suplex, thinking if you took another, your neck will end up breaking.

Speaking of Lady Luck. What do you think you're doing? You're a manager. You have no place in this fight. You will get your ass handed to us, me especially. Actually, when I look at you, the only thing I can see, is a crackwhore that decided she was beautiful enough to try and manage someone, and when they failed, they felt like now they'll dip their toe into actually wrestling. Guess what, Lady Luck? You're going to get your ass handed to you. You're not going to have a good time. You're not going to want to try wrestling ever again. I've read your stats. I've seen what you're all about. I've seen what your surprise is. You think you can reach my head to get a single kick in? You'll get a better chance of hitting Macbeth with one than me. You try to do it to me, I will catch it, I will not be gentle, I will not just push you away. No. I am going to punch you so hard that I'm going to pop your ovaries. Your pubic bone will crack and pierce your womb. If your crack smoking days didn't destroy your body enough, one single focus punch will absolutely wreck your little body. So, do yourself a favor, okay? Stay. Away. Let us big and medium boys fight, before we break you in half.

Now, where was I, Macbeth? Oh, right. How futile it is to face me. Well, you already know now, don't you? Just ask Scully. I destroyed him and his confidence. He even lost his championship after we fought. So, really, what do you hope to accomplish with this? Just know something, Macbeth...I will not die until all the names on my list have been taken care of... and lookie, Macbeth...

Your name's next."