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Mr. Oz · (10-11-2016)

"Our time together is coming close, McBride. We will be facing one another yet again, but this time... this time it's just YOU AND ME AND WHOEVER YOU CHOSE TO BE IN YOUR CORNER!

I have no one in my corner, McBride... I HAVE NO NEED FOR SOMEONE TO THROW IN THE TOWEL! I WILL BLEED AND BE BROKEN AND STILL FIGHT!"

He grinned, as he moved to sit upon a large rock

"That's the difference between you and I, Michael... I DON'T GIVE UP! I DON'T SURRENDER! I fight until the last breath IS TAKEN FROM ME!

There is a reason why you're going to lose again, McBride. It's because your history has charted out your failures to continue. FATE HAS FUCKED YOU! YOU WILL NEVER HOLD MY TITLE! I am a strong monster, McBride. I was made to destroy... I was born to hurt... I AM EVERYTHING THAT YOU SHOULD FEAR!"

He swayed on the rock as if moving in tune to a song that isn't even heard, or at least, to anyone that isn't him.

"I am the revolution. I am anarchy. I am the incarnation of ruination. I am what you should ALWAYS BE WATCHING OUT FOR! I AM EVERYWHERE, MCBRIDE! I AM ALL AROUND AND YET NEVER SEEN!

I am your shadow. I am your breath. I am your muscles. I am your blood. I am your nerves. I am your thoughts. I am your nightmares made flesh. I AM THE BRINGER OF YOUR BROKEN DREAMS AND THIS IS ONE OF THE DREAMS YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO HAVE COME TO FRUITION!

You've never seen this side of me before, have you McBride? No... you only know me as Death. You only know sanity wrapped inside a facade. I am going to make sure you can never come back for my title until you actually EARN YOUR PLACE! You think you earned your place?! YOU THINK YOU ACTUALLY EARNED THIS CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY!? NO! YOU WERE GIVEN IT!

And we all know what happens to you when you're given something. You fuck up. You lose, and you lose hard. You have no place to hide, McBride. I have no one to be on my side. You probably do, don't ya? BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING PUSSY!

Do you know what happens should you win? You will be labeled a bitch. A huge pussy ass

that can't fucking deal with me without backup! A IRISH COWARD WHO HIDES BEHIND THE SKIRT OF THAT HE CHOSE TO BE ON HIS SIDE!

I relish that we will finally have this fight, McBride. I love that this is going to be a handicap match. And believe me, it really is a handicap match. You'll have someone on your side, and I'll have no one. You little child, playing house, pretending to be a big strong man. You can't lead. You can't even follow. You only get in the way of true champions's paths. You break their reigns by being a part of their clubs. Look to Peter. A once proud tag champion. You get appointed by him because he TRUSTED you. He placed his FAITH and his titles, upon you.

Now, how did you fuck him? How did you repay him?"

Quote:Kick-out! McBride slaps the mat in frustration, but then notices Gilly calling for a tag. McBride obliges, slapping his hand. Gilly then sizes up Jake, however Kandi is calling for Girard’s attention again! Girard goes over to Kandi, but Gilly has Jake in the ENDGAME position! But no! Jake pushes Gilly away before he can take his arms into position, and DRAKE KNIGHT SLIDES INTO THE RING AND LOW-BLOWS GILLY! Drake slides out of the ring as Gilmour clutches his little Gilly’s, and Jake sees the opportunity presented to him. WAKEFIELD POINT BY JAKE WAKEFIELD! Jake goes for the cover as Kandi gets Girard’s attention back on the action! Girard goes to count the cover!

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NOT LIKE THIS!

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Michael McBride and Peter Gilmour have been eliminated!

So, there's the proof of how you instantly lost the titles. He gets teamed up on, you SAW that shit go down, and instead of helping him, you let him get pinned! YOU BETRAYED YOUR PARTNER FOR NO FUCKING REASON AND YET HE STILL CALLS YOU BROTHER! HE STILL THINKS YOU ARE A WORTHY PARTNER!

I feel so sad for Peter. He must have been tortured as a child, and loved it, if he still tags with you. Still places his trust in a man who can't even help him in a tag match!

AT LEAST WHEN PIG AND I FOUGHT DOC AND SOLDIER, WE FUCKING TRIED TO HELP ONE ANOTHER! WE DIDN'T LET EACH OTHER DOWN BY LEAVING US TO BE FUCKED! THE TRON CRASHED DOWN UPON ME!

So tell me, McBride, what makes you so sure you're able to get the job done against ME?! What makes you think you can FUCK with me?! Because of my match with Z? Where my dolls were the main focus from all of the lumberjacks, giving Z the win? Yeah, that's the only reason, isn't it? That's the only thing you could POSSIBLY come up with in order to try to fuck with me, to try and say I'm a terrible champion, that I'm terrible wrestler.

AT LEAST MY TITLE REIGN HAS BEEN SUCCESSFUL!

You will not beat me, McBride. simple as that."

He moved off to the side, grabbing a backpack, and pulled out from it Alysia's slowly decomposing looking head, and he kissed her with passion, his tongue brushing against hers. He then pulled back from the kiss,

"Mmm, she still has a great mouth."

He licked his lips, chuckling softly

"McBride. Why are you trying to prove yourself? You have failed so many times in your career, more than I. What are you trying to prove by coming after my title? That you aren't worthless? That you're not nothing, that you feel you're something?

Here's a tip: You're worth exactly the amount of...

ZERO! That's you. Zilch, nada, zip, goose egg, diddly-squat, none! You are worth exactly the price of NO ONE GIVES TWO FUCKS!

You are going to be flattened by me, McBride. You are going to be broken and torn, and you will have the person in your corner have to throw the towel in a fucking second before I BEGIN TO REND YOU APART LIKE A WOLF UPON THE HUNTED REMAINS OF A DEER!

Let's go, though, Michael. Let's dance to the sound of the screams that plague my mind. The screams that comfort me like a hot tub.

Let's go toe to toe, and do the dance of the ages, where you learn that I am leagues above you. That I am much like a male Caorthannach. Every time we clash, I will have figuratively poisoned you, to make you weak. I will make you feel as if you were on fire, as I beat your body into submission."

He laughed softly, then it grew louder, only for him to bring Alysia's head close for yet another kiss. It was just as passionate as before, but lasted longer. He turned as if to look straight into McBride's face, grinning wide, revealing blackened teeth

"Such a naughty girl, Alysia. I'll have to put that naughty mouth to work later, won't I?"

He placed her head upon the ground before beginning to rock back and forth on the large rock

"One, two, I'm coming for you. Three, four, you will be floored. Five, six, you will be tortured for kicks. Seven, eight, your body, I will annihilate. Nine, ten, you'll never be the same again...

Nine... ten... never be the same again..."

He moved to kneel beside the rock and began to slam his head into the stone with each word

NINE! TEN! NEVER! BE! THE! SAME! AGAIN!"

By the time he has finished, his forehead is split open, his face becoming a crimson mask while he begins to grin, and coupled with the teeth and blood, his grin looked sickening.

"Let the screams envelope you, McBride... It's the only way to truly face me. Embrace the sounds, and maybe you'll be able to face me, and win.

Fight the screams... and you'll end up losing... you'll BECOME A BROKEN SHELL OF A MAN, BY MY HAND!"

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