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Mr. Oz · (09-13-2016)

"Doc, I completely understand. Your wrath could be terrible...

When you were relevant.

Now, you completely underestimate me. When I was under your control, I was much like Daniel Bryan when he joined The Wyatt Family. Whenever something went wrong, I was first to offer up himself if need be. I was the Cleanser. Then the Phoenix. I tried, but I failed. I wasn't greedy, though. You became the Universal Champion. The rules state that you could not hold two singles titles at the same time. So, instead of you dropping it, instead of it go into the air and there being a scramble, I figured I'd pin you, we'd keep the belt in The Asylum. We'd stay dominant. I'd win a case, I'd get a different title, get pinned by another member of The Asylum, and they'd hold the X-Treme title and the cycle would continue, until we have all the championships we wanted, with you on top of the mountain.

Good plan, isn't it? You controlling all the pawns, letting the pawns become rooks, bishops, knights, but never the King.

Then last year, I tried so hard to continue to be a singles wrestler. I was still fighting your control, and ended up losing many a match. I did manage to beat Hank Lane and your Prophet, Harrison, whom then wanted to come after you, but then you left.

So, you see Doc, I ended up doing what I wanted, I ended The Asylum! I am the reason you are back to nothing!

And soon, you'll stay that way. You'll be back to being irrelevant, while I stay the Hart Champion.

Seriously, you knock the title? I did once, but since then, I have grown fond of it. I am fighting in honor of The Rocket, the King of Harts, the Black Hart, Owen Hart. You may knock it, you may talk down to me. However, my belt represents one of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace a ring.

And guess what, Doc?

I AM THE LONGEST REIGNING HART CHAMPION! NINETY-SEVEN DAYS, BAY-BAY! WOO!

I've beaten Lane's record, I've beaten all records. You think I haven't fought people that are worthy? I fought Soldier, I've fought McBride, I've fought Felix. I've fought Macbeth. Plus, you haven't had the fucking midget running your entire schedule to try and fuck you over. Frodo makes my matches, because he's a fucking tiny tom thumb looking motherfucker and can't go outside without women being blinded by how white he is, then when they finally put on shades, all they see is the disgusting, unlovable cousin of the Pillsbury Dough Boy.

You say that I've been celebrating the same event, the War Games match I was in? Why shouldn't I celebrate it? I performed a massive feat of strength. Better than anyone else that night. I broke a cage wall, broke Knight as well. I was still a rookie in this federation, handpicked by Eli. I single-handedly led my team to victory. Azrael got his ass beat because I took out three people in the match allowing it to be a four on two, and that last one was barely useful to Azrael. So I'm sorry that I celebrate that match. It was a great match. It was the start of showing people how destructive I can be. It was the beginning of my career. I was and still am, a Monster.

Do I have a soft side? Yes. Even monsters deserve a life beyond destruction of his victims. However, when I am outside my home, away from Alysia and Fuzen, I am still the New Breed of Beast. A New Kind of Monster. If we meet, Doc, you will see the Monster you once wanted in The Asylum. The crazed beast that was bent on destruction of his enemies. I am going to become unhinged, Doc. You will fear the beast, you will hide from the Monster. I've been wanting to put my hands on your fucking neck for a year and nearly a hafl, and hopefully this will allow me to do just that.

So, while I did place you and Soldier above me, it's because I do recognize the talent you two possess, especially since I had a hard fought match against Soldier.

You will feel the power of Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.

And you will beg for Death to claim your soul so that you can avoid the onslaught of pain he has brought upon your mortal shell. You will beg for him to end your suffering. Do you know what I will whisper into your ear, Doctor Louis D'Ville?

'No.'

I will enjoy torturing you. I will enjoy hurting you. I will enjoy beating you.

Understand it, Doc. The fact that we might end up facing off. Comprehend that you will be meeting your Cleanser, your Phoenix, in a fight. Fathom the fact that I will end up destroying you and reveal that The Higher Power, is nothing more than a bug underneath the boots of Bearded War Pig and Ghost Tank.

You will bow down to me this time, Doc. And I will relish that sight

Now, since Soldier has barely said a damn thing worthy of mention when it comes to talking about me, because maybe he's focused on the preliminary match, or doesn't even think War Pig and I will meet you two ever in this tournament.

Peter, you're going to lose. Honestly man. Bearded War Pig can take care of you, I'll destroy McBride, like I have done before in a triple threat. You are going to get your ass handed to you by us, and then you will eat the pin, just like last time. I mean, come on, Peter. You honestly think you're going to get my title? No. You won't. You won't be able to take the title away from me, because I beat Macbeth, who then beat you. Follow the logic here, Adventures of Pete and Pete. Because if I was capable of beating Macbeth, what makes you, in that simple little brain of yours, think you can beat me? You are going to be destroyed, Peter. You will not make it to the finals, and if you do, you're not going to win if you face War Pig and I.

War Pig and I are going to win this entire tournament, and we will go on to beat Robbie and Arby and I will become a double champion. I will own both the Hart title and one half of the tag championship.

So, keep that in your simple minds. For those trying to win this tournament, War Pig and I are going to win, we will become tag champions, and you all will bow down to Death. He is going back to his roots, his very bloody roots.

We are going to steamroll through our enemies, and we will come out victorious. Know what we are? We're both bearded, we're both muscled, well, I'm more muscled, and we'll break through every opposition coming our way.

We are Bearded War Tanks.

And you will hear the screams of those we demolish.

But can any of you hear them yet? You should be able to listen in on the lovely sounds.

The ones you will all make as we hurt you. As we ruin you.

Can any of you hear it?

CanYouHearTheScreams?

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