It's Christmas Time in the city. The children are all nestled away... visions dancing in their heads. Tis the season, my friends. I've returned to Nowhere, Oklahoma... home. So many years have passed since I left this place to find a future... I miss everything about it. I felt as if, on the eve of my TV Title match with Nixon, I should revisit the place that made me who I am today. The people, the places... the lights. I'm home, once again, ready to call myself champion. I know the city of Nowhere will be proud of me, and with that feeling in my heart, I will defend week after week against the best the XWF has to throw at me.
I'm no longer allowing myself to give less than EVERYTHING I have to achieve victory. Thomas Nixon, you've run your mouth about how I'm some kind of joke, and that the revolution I speak of is a farce. You would know about revolutions, I suppose... but on the other hand? Your revolution is just as big a farce. Tom, do you REALLY expect us to believe there's a gaggle of mini-dinos prancing around and meeting eachother at temples to usher in some kind of 'New World Order'? Truth be told, I believe you're hanging with a bunch of furries who get off on wrapping themselves up in lizard suits. No, really. Tommy... you're a smart man.
Grow up. Leave the animal suits with Gilmour, I'm sure he's into that shit.
Sixteen years. All of the blood, sweat and tears I've poured into what I do, my craft, my passion... I've fallen short in the past, but no more. No more slacking, I'm running full throttle and I WILL tear that belt from your waist after I've torn apart every inch of you, dismantling you till you're no longer recognizable. Your prophecy of your reptilian brethren rising up is crazy. The GOOD kind of crazy, I mean, hey, here's a man who truly believes in a cause, but sir... your cause is irrelevant. I'm a wrestler, and I'm here to save wrestling. It's fine if you don't believe me, I don't believe you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to call you a fool for standing up for your convictions. Though, I feel as if what I am here for is more important to the company I'm proud to be a part of. Enlightenment... truly.
I feel as if the things you say have merit, regardless of if I agree with you or not. I'm not going to stand here and call you a lunatic such as you did, but I will tell you this-- Be you. Be you and don't GIVE a fuck if I call you this or that or the other... I used to care so much ..TOO much.. about what people thought of who I am, what I do, and the beliefs I carry. But I've learned with time that if I give in to what they feel I'm allowing them to dictate who I am. Be yourself, no matter what they say.
I've formed a new family... Kid Kool, Snow, Chastity... I love them all, and I feel like together, we'll have the chance to change. The chance to change this entire federation into a glorious, beautiful company worthy of its Hall Of Fame. So many men and women would be ashamed of what this place has become. How do I know? I was here once... milling about the lockerroom and hallways, looking for acceptance. I found none, but I did find a group of gladiators hell-bent on fighting for the truths they held so dear. I know that if they returned, they'd be ashamed... and we'd finally have something to agree with. This company, the XWF, is MY home, just like this city is... I've been approached by other feds while I was gone, but I turned them down.....why?
Because there is no place like the XWF.
I want to leave you with this message, Mr. Nixon. You have a future. Don't let anyone, not even myself, tell you differently. You hold gold, you have an M.O., you have FIRE and desire within... but you aren't on my level. Not yet, maybe one day... but not yet. I want you to realize, those contacts represent something. The grey represents my past, a promo I cut in a federation many moons ago, a fed called MCW. I had just been dismantled, and I ended up with two grey iris. Thanks to a Witch I know, I regained the brown iris I was born with... The grey iris represents the pain from yesterday. And as for the red? That is a symbol for the fire that burns inside of me... The present. Together, they symbolize the journey I've taken, how far I've come from where I used to be. Thomas... my future rests with your precious piece of metal. Once I've lifted from you that which you hold so close, I WILL begin building my way to the future... I'll see you in the ring, frog boy.
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