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Ricky Desmond · **07-30-2013, 04:00 PM**

Ricky sits in his office, the camera rolling. He is wearing a usual suit and stares into the distance as if in deep thought. Giles signals for Ricky to begin and he stares through the camera in preparation to send his opponents on Warfare another message. He appears tired and drained. His voice is deeper than usual. He crunches his left knuckles nervously.

“Isn't it ludicrous that Peter Lake called me a sheep for being the first person to send a message this week? He does really that makes no sense at all right? If anything, that makes me the shepherd and the rest of the fools in this match the actual sheep. He chooses to call me a moron when he is the one who does not seem to comprehend what is going to happen on Warfare. I am going to run that gauntlet, beating every single idiot that tries to get in my way. Madison is corrupt enough to try and make things as difficult as possible for me this week by forcing me to run the gauntlet and having the challenge of facing Morrison at the end. Other than myself he is the best competitor in the match up and I am forced to wait until the end to get to the real challenge.

You do not know me Peter Lake. So do not claim that I am a man who believes giving it your best shot is enough in professional wrestling because you could not be any more wrong. I believe that you need to be intelligent to succeed though Peter and that seems to be another thing that you struggle to understand. You lack wit Peter and making assumptions that are awfully wrong proves this. Do not pretend you know all of the people in this match and in the locker room because the reality is you know next to nothing.

If you really think I am mid-card fodder then your stupidity is even worse than I thought. I am a natural fighter like I said I am. I am also a natural survivor and that's what this gauntlet is all about.

I am going to put my body on the line because Warfare is going Xtreme. Not only am I going to have to put my body through facing nine other people. I am going to have to do all of that under Xtreme rules. I understand that it's going to take a lot to succeed this week. I understand that I have been put in a tough predicament because somebody in the back does not like me.

The Connection are a dominant force and this has all been set up by yours truly. I understand what it takes to succeed around here and I understand that I may not be able to walk after my hand is raised this week. I just hope that X-Treme championship is being looked after by little old Steve Tyler because I want a nice sleek polished belt that glistens in the gleaming light.

I want to move on now to talk about the joke of this company and that's Russell Mania. Is anyone really buying into the possibility that that's an actual name? No. A joke is what it is. Russell nobody is going to be laughing on Wednesday when my hand is raised though. So continue to poke fun at all of us because we are not interested.

I find it shocking that you have the audacity to say that I lack entertainment. Your jokes are dated just like your look. You should be wasting your time drinking in a pub playing bingo with some grannies who might actually find what you're trying to do funny. The fact that XWF is allowing you to host a show in a couple of weeks just proves how terrible this company is becoming and proves why I am so damn desperate to change things around here.

We have no need to try and look tough and for you to call someone else goofy really is pathetic. There's a reason no one is taking you seriously Russell. You will be a one trick pony with a limited amount of jokes and humour for anyone who is even slightly invested in your development to care about. Do us all a favour and hit the retirement home early because we all know that you stand no chance of walking away from Warfare with any limbs.

As for you Christine Nash, I think you should take things a little more seriously. Going to the petting zoo is not going to save you from the destruction you are going to face on Wednesday and I am not talking about the pounding you're likely to get from Matt Ward after the show by his two inch penis.

I do not need to buy an army to stop you Salvator. I will stop you myself without an issue and the money I make does not get wasted on vermin like you. You are exactly what I said you and you have proved that like I knew you would. A weasel in the shadows trying to prove a point. Why don't you make your face known and prepare yourself for the beating that you are evidently going to get?

Everyone always proves me right in the end but I did not expect you to do it so soon. Thanks for that.

Things get easier and easier. Trash talking becomes easier and easier.

Desmond believes he is a twisted soul and that he has something to hide. Ricky there is nothing to hide. You are nothing but another prep-school sinner. Raised on money and probably drugs, you know nothing of darkness... yet. You sit with a shrink and try to supress a few bad years. You have not stared evil in the eyes. Nevertheless if you get to me which I doubt you will, you will see evil. See this company has changed me. It made me realize I must fight fire with fire and as you saw yesterday I have no problem playing with fire.

These words are ever so hurtful....I find it funny that you say these things to me. I do not believe I am a twisted soul. The issues I have been having will eventually meet a resolution and if you think there is nothing to hide then you are shockingly mistaken. I was not raised on money and I certainly was not raised on drugs. I paved the way for myself. I put in the hours and worked hard in order to achieve what I have achieved and for you to try and throw that in my face is not only ill-informed it's also disrespectful. Always respect your superiors you lazy peasant. Evil is the torture that I have put myself through. You may play fire all you like, but I know how to prove a fucking statement.”

Ricky takes a stapler and undoes his shirt. He staples himself multiple times in the chest, roaring in pain sickeningly as he does so. Blood oozes out of his chest.

“This match is going to be old school hardcore, and I am more than willing to take the pain...

I cannot wait for Wednesday Night.

And I cannot wait...

To destroy every single one of you.”

Ricky grins as the camera footage comes to a end.

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