We've been running around in circles, Shaun.
You try to get one up on me and I shut you down. Now I finally have the chance to do what I promised months ago. I'm going to end it.
Violence is the means to that end.
It's also a way to quell my inner demons.
I've done a spectacular job of it too. A former tag team champion is gone. A giant that terrorized the roster is gone. The Violent Society, the stable that bothered everyone, is just about finished. There's just one piece of that puzzle left, Shaun. Tag! You're it.
I'm not sure what else to say about you. I'm really not. I've said everything about "The God's Hand Killer" that needs to be said. Nice nickname, by the way. I'm also a fan of the film Frailty. Bill Paxton's one hell of an actor.
I used to compare OWF's serious problems to cancer, but I can't even give you the dignity of that. Cancer is effective. Cancer kills people every day. Cancer gets things done. Shaun Stewart, you wish you could be cancer. You're a failure in every sense of the word.
What have you done lately, Stewart? When's the last time you were able to win a match or once back up your threats? You attacked me and Trent once, after I fought the world champion and he got in the way of my big boot. Bra-fucking-vo. You can hurt someone when you have four other people backing you up. I've had your number every step of the way. Do you honestly think you're going to stroll into Power Hour and it's somehow going to be different? What a fucking joke.
Since the day I returned, you've been in my crosshairs. In a way Shaun, I have to thank you. You've really made it possible for me to unleash the beast, so to speak. You wanted me to join your group. When that failed, you tried to take me out. That failed too and now you're the proverbial one-legged man in the you-know-what.
Normally, I'd ask to hold off on a match with my opponent not operating at 100%. In 2009, I tried my best not to target Phoenix's neck when we met in a Quest tournament. But this is different, Stewart. I think you and I both know that wins and losses don't really matter in this situation. It's a normal match with Greg's stupid rules but the rules don't mean shit to people like us in situations like this. I don't care if I come out of Power Hour with a win. I plan to win the match, but winning this war is far more important. That's why I have no problem facing you at less than 100%.
If we were competing, then I might. But we're not. We're fighting. We're trying to take one another out of the OWF. This is only a wrestling match because it's the only way I can legally maim you. Your knee is a target and I will go after it. I'm telling you my gameplan because there's nothing you can do about it. I'm going to rip and tear that knee of yours until you can't stand. Then when you're defenseless, the fun can really begin.
You said The Violent Society only ends when you say it does. I think we can say it's over now. It's you and Lucy Wylde. That's not a society. Who else are you going to get? The entire roster is now wise to you. No one, unless they're really stupid, is prepared to climb aboard that sinking ship. I have shown them the light. The Violent Society was a big deal before I got here, full of angry people who really wanted to leave a mark. Then I showed you all what real violence is.
It's not simply attacking and attacking, over and over. It's picking someone apart, piece by piece. I have taken everything from you, Stewart, and I did it proudly. You have no society. You have no giants to watch your back. I've chipped away at your health and your fragile ego and now it's time to shatter the illusion that you were any kind of threat to the OWF.
If I can't get you to respect me, then by the time this match is over you will learn to fucking fear me. I'm not just a wrestler Shaun. I'm a force of nature. I'm a thunderstorm here to fuck up your sunny day. When your knee has finally healed, and it will, I want you to think of me when you get up on a cold morning and your knee is throbbing years after it's been surgically repaired. I want you to remember who did this to you for the rest of your life. The only way we keep from repeating mistakes is to learn from them. Your mistake was going to war with me.
When you told me to join you all those weeks ago, I said I would end you. Consider this your own personal apocalypse. The seventh seal has been broken, Shaun. Your time has come. It's time for this merry-go-round to come to a complete halt. After Power Hour, I'll put you out of your misery. But before I curb stomp you out of our collective annoyance for good, I'll make you beg for me to finish you off.
Then, because I am a merciful savior, I'll grant your wish.
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