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Mr. Oz · **07-18-2016, 09:02 PM**

"My first pay per view in a long time. First one where I walk in as the Champion. Do you know how that feels, Jakob Davis, Michael Mcbride? No, you both don't. McBride, you were a champion, once. For the X-Treme title champion. Jakob, you're just starting in this business. So, neither of you know this feeling.

First and foremost is that it's a triple threat. This means I have more than just one person going after me. Especially since I'm the champion, I have to worry about both men at the same time, like I'm caught in the middle of a gay snuff hardcore porno. Two men will be coming after my ass, trying to make me bleed unconscious, so that they can fight one another, instead of dealing with me. And that's just because I'm the champion. It's double because of my size, my strength, my wrestling prowess. My athleticism for being how big I am.

Brock Lesnar is the Beast Incarnate.

He can go fuck off. I'm someone worse. Far worse. In my size is the amount of power and speed that is known to little. I have the power to palm and crush the skull of a grown man's skull. I have the speed to launch nearly all four hundred fucking pounds of my muscled frame like a goddamn freight train.

When I came into this company, I described myself as the new Breed of beast. A new kind of Monster. None of you have met something like me. I have gone into the powers of those few wish they could comprehend. I have done things that few can withstand. I am Death, the Destroyer of Worlds. I am the Pale Rider. I am the harvester of lives and souls. I bring you all to the eternal beyond and I will sheperd you unto Limbo.

I am a God. I am no Man. I am no Harbinger. I AM DEATH.

McBride, I will talk about you soon, but first I'm going to talk about Jakob Davis.

Honestly, I don't know much about you. I actually thought that you were going to beat me during that Anarchy match. However, you weren't the Guy, or in this case, Girl, to take the championship from me, and weren't backed by Reeve. Understand, though, my feelings that you would've been able to win, doesn't mean that you would have. I am still your better, still bigger of a name than yourself. This is the big leagues now, Jakob. Do you think you're going to be able to deal with me in this much higher stakes opportunity? Do you think you have what it takes to actually take me on when I actually care about something?

You're a nobody, still, in my eyes. You're still up and coming, and I'm an established name. I'm a man who has done more than you ever could dream of accomplishing. Though, getting my belt from me, would be a great start to making yourself into something worthwhile, it won't happen. So get that shit out of your mind. Get it out quickly, and just leave this match to the big boys. Men who have been here longer than yourself.

Now I come to you, McBride.

You have been here longer than I have. But you've accomplished less than myself. How does that make you feel? How does it make you feel that I'm more established than yourself? Do you feel old? You feel ill-equipped? Do you feel fear?

No, you wouldn't, would you? You've probably faced men and women bigger than me in name. And you're a fuckin' Irishman. I bet you were or maybe still are, a part of the Irish Republican Army. But that doesn't matter, does it? I don't care enough to spend enough money to learn every little bit about you and you only know as much as I want you to know. Now, I watched the win against Shade. His fiancee is going to be given one hell of a time until his next win. However, the win made sure you were in a match against me. You have decided to come after my title. I wasn't able to defend the Intercontinental championship against Morbid, but this time, I will make sure to defend the Hart championship. I will not lose the title until I fucking wish to. And right now?

I don't wish to.

So you get to go up against me. You get to see me taking your lives into my hands. You get to watch me dismantle Jakob, and then you get to feel the power of Death upon your body as I break you, as I make you bleed worse than any of the literal pools of menstrual blood. I am going to make Iron Sheik's words a reality. I will break your backs and make you humble!

I will make sure that the only winner of this match is myself. I will make sure that your lives will be meaningless after you face me. Do you know the things that are and will be in a Xtreme match? Here's a refresher course, McBride; typically there's chairs, tables, thumb tacks, barbed wire, light tubing, and my favorite: a ladder.

Once I pin you two, and I will make sure both of you are stacked on one another as I pin you both at once, I will climb the ladder, and hold my title up high, so that both of you are looking at the God of this federation, so you can see the being that caused another loss on your careers. You both will worship me, and give me thanks for dirtying my hands by causing the utter destruction to your livelihoods. Pain will be your reward, both of you. You both are far beneath me, in status and in life.

The screams come for you both. They are the sounds of prior opponents that I've have wrenched out of their bodies. They grow louder by the minute, and once the match is done and over, Jakob and Michael, the screams of you both will be a part of my playlist of favorites. And soon...

So very soon...

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