INT.HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
SPIKE HANNIGAN is sitting on the floor next to his bed. His back is up against the wall. The only light in the room is coming from the outside. He looks tired.

SPIKE:
Hello, Grayson, nice to meet you. I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea who the hell you are. But, from what I’ve heard, it sounds like you’ve been around here for a while…and then you vanished into thin air. Well, on behalf of the XWF locker room, welcome back from the dead.
Well, I may be chewing my own foot off here, but I’m going to be honest. You’ve come back at a really bad time, especially going up against me tomorrow night.
You see…I haven’t exactly been in the best mood, as of late. I’ve been on a really bad losing streak, I haven’t been at the top of my game…it kinda sucks.
So, as you might have heard, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking the last few weeks. You may call it “soul searching” but that’s far from it. It’s more or less…gaining control of the situation.
Not a whole lot of people know this, but over the years, I’ve developed some pretty bad anger issues. A lot of it stems from personal issues, but, recently, a lot of my anger’s come from my career thus far. But it’s not towards the locker room. I have a HUGE amount of respect for any and everybody in there. No, my anger’s directed at how I’ve been in the ring. I’m angry at how cocky I’ve been, I’m angry at how little I’ve been able to do here, I’m angry at the fact that the passion that I’ve had for so long is starting to diminish…

SPIKE pauses and takes a few breaths.

SPIKE:
I’m getting off topic. Let’s move the conversation over to Monday night. I’ve heard what you said about me in regards to our match. You said that…*chuckle*…that I’m not “willing to do what it takes to be the best.” If you were to ask me that two weeks ago, I’d laugh it off. But, a couple of days ago, I’d agree. But that’s going to change, because I’m gonna change. You want me to show no mercy? Fine. I’d be more than happy to. You wanna take that foot of yours and shove it down my throat, just like you said? I’ll take that foot and twist it like a bottle cap until it snaps. If I’m going up against a “measuring stick” that I “can’t measure up to,” then I’m just going to have to break it in half against my knee. So you say that you’re gonna do what it takes to be me, you better bring you’re a-game and finish the job! Because if I’m still standing; if I’m still breathing, I’m gonna fucking rip you to shreads!
And to answer that final question of yours; the one that, to be honest, just makes me quiver with delight. “What happens when the only way to beat Guest and take that next step is to make Guest bleed?” Well, the answer’s pretty simple. I’m not just gonna make you bleed. I’m not just gonna cut you across the head and call it a day. Oh no. If I’m gonna make you bleed, I’M GONNA SPILL EVERY…FUCKING…DROP!!
Would I put you in “unimaginable pain?” Of course not! Why? Because I like it better when one knows what kind of pain to expect. That way, they can sense it; they can FEEL it right before the match. And I hope you’re ready for the kind of pain that I’m gonna inflict on you tomorrow night! I’M A NEW MAN, GRAYSON! AND YOU…

SPIKE stops himself midway. He takes a few more deep breaths.

SPIKE:
…you better prepare yourself. I know what I need to do. But you better know what you need to do. Because I have no idea what's gonna happen out there tomorrow night. But if worse comes to worse...you better be ready...