Walking along an I-Beam is Sean Fuller.  Step-by-step, placing one foot in front of the other with his hands in his pockets and his eyes never looking down.  There are people with bags over their heads all along the I-Beam as Sean walks step-by-step.

Sean Fuller: Welcome to the show.

Sean grins.

Sean Fuller: My show that is.  Now, where to begin?  That would be the question.  Perhaps I answer the question, why now?  Maybe I talk about why I'm walking so high on an I-Beam with quivering sacks of random people I plucked off the street?

Sean shakes his head.

Sean Fuller: No, I think I will talk about my favorite thing to talk about and that is whatever I want and however I desire to talk about it.  If I want to talk about the why, the how, the when, the where, or whatever then there is nothing that anybody can do to stop me, but it is quite the elephant in the room is it not?

He tilts his head to one-side and smirks.

Sean Fuller: For instance, who are these people?  Are they really just random or were they handpicked because there is something special about them?

Sean shrugs, squatting down by the first quivering person with a bag over their head.  He pushes up from his squatted position and pushes the first person off the I-Beam, smiling as they scream the entire fall.

Sean Fuller: Am I the same guy that someone like Ataxia might be familiar with facing?

Sean shrugs, walking over to the next hooded person sitting on the I-Beam.

Sean Fuller: We all change everyday we're alive so in that sense, no, I am not the same Sean Fuller of legend.

Sean lets out a sigh and then nudges the next person off and then the next.  He continues until they have all taken the fall.

Sean Fuller: I am different.

Sean says, squatting down and eyeing down from the I-Beam.  The camera pans down showing the people being helped from a safety net and escorted wherever they desire.  Sean stands back up from his squatted position once again.

Sean Fuller: I have changed from the Sean Fuller of old because I realized something.  I realized that all of these years the wrong people were being made to suffer.  Every opponent, every passer by that happened to unfortunately catch my gaze, they did not deserve the suffering.

Sean pulls his left-hand from his pants pocket and runs it back through his hair before continuing.

Sean Fuller: It should have been me each and every time and I have returned because only I can make things right.  Only I can climb into the ring and endure the punishment I have been inflicting on others and one-day again I will reign atop the mountain as the best person in the company whether I have a championship belt over my shoulder, in my hand, or around my waist.

Sean takes a seat on the I-Beam, swaying his feet back and forth.

Sean Fuller: Each and every week I will step inside of the squared circle, hoping to earn my penance, but who amongst the locker room will be able to inflict such suffering?  Who will be able to give me what I ask?

He bows his head down and just sits there silently for a moment, but breaks that silence with laughter until he lifts his head and stares into the camera.

Sean Fuller: So who amongst my opponents this week will be up to the task of making me suffer?  Perhaps Kyuseishu will prove to be too much and... no... he will need the help of his tag team partners Silas and Pandalike.  Just one of them will not be able to give me the punishment I crave.

He shakes his head.

Sean Fuller: Once I am in the match, I will not want to tag out.  I will want to keep taking every hit until I cannot take another... then I will keep on going.  Then again perhaps these are just words to throw you off and I truly have not changed.  Perhaps all I want to hear are the screams of everyone involved in the match and the blood running down their faces.  I guess everyone is just going to have to... Trust Me.

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"Do Your Worst, It's Been Earned"