Lyricz: Bloodbath. Savage. Bloodbath. Indiscriminate killing. Bloodbath. Massacre. No matter what you call it, it all means the same. Krisus, what happens tomorrow night, will all be on your head. You want a bloodbath. You want to rip my limbs off, one by one. Do what you need Krisus. You want to make me bleed. You want to see pain in my eyes. I’ll help you.
Lyricz begins to punch himself in the lip. He uses the top of his fist and repeatedly bashes himself in the bottom lip. He swirls his tongue in his mouth and spit in the sink. As the bloody spit begins to slowly move into the drain, blood begins to drip my Lyricz’ mouth.
Lyricz: I’ll give you the advantage, Krisus. I’m bleeding now. I might have severely busted my lip. I might need stitches. I might now. But you will after our match. You think you scare me because you want to dismantle my body. I’ve been involved in hell the last month. Be it the Hell in the Cell with Dante, where we went toe to toe for about thirty minutes. We went through tables, cage tops, chairs, ladders, everything just for a win. He wanted to beat me before he hung up his girly booties for good. Then I wrestled Jesse “the Bitch” Westcoat in a grueling submissions match. Then, just a half an hour later I was in Stable Wars. High Rollers and the Titans, stable on stable, for the World Championship. Then, last week, I wrestled my brothers. I wrestled the TNT Hardcore Champion, Trouble Shooter, Nick Pellett, and the World Champion, Alexi Draconis, in a battle for his championship.
So, Krisus, whatever you have planned, I’m probably be ready. See, Marcel is ALL wrong. You tell him you’re going to rip my limbs off and no one will help me. You rambled on like the little bitch that you are, then Mr. Hasan is like “I don't want you to kill the man. It's just a match.” It’s more than “just a match.” It’s for the Television Championship, a championship I hold dearly. Marcel also said “Two men fighting it out for a championship, not trying to end the others career.” Marcel, if I have to end Krisus’ career to retain my title, I’ll do it. A couple a of years ago, ex-ECW star New Jack was involved with his former friend, and former tag team partner, Mustafa. I believe that’s his name. Mustafa screwed New Jack and joined the Dudleys. New Jack and Mustafa fought, and at the card Joey Styles quoted New Jack on what New Jack would do in this match. He said New Jack would “hurt himself to hurt Mustafa. He’d kill himself to kill Mustafa.” That’s how I feel right now.
Krisus, I don’t like you. Not because you scare me, or come after my title. But you have to go the extra mile for everything. This was a basic title match, and you want to kill me. You want this to be a bloodbath for no apparent reason. But, you want to go, and threaten me. You wanna upgrade this from a battle to a war. Krisus, tomorrow you’ll eat your words. Krisus, I don’t play games or take threats lying down. The second I piss you off it’s going to get bloody, eh Krisus? You can rest assure I will try to tick you off so you get angry. I want you to be furious and I want you to get boiled up with anger. Why? Because, then I would have beaten you at your best.
You’re a giant in TNT. You’re a screwball. You’re a nutcase. So when you are crazy and out of control, you’re normal. I want you at your best and when you’re out of control, you’re normal and at your best. So tomorrow, when I beat you, one…two…three, there won’t be any excuses. April 11, 2004 will go down in history as one of the bloodiest days in TNT history. See, it’s funny. A lot of us wrestlers come out and say “I’m going to give my best and if I have to make you bleed.” We talk a lot about busting each other open, but we rarely do. So, while I talk about the bloodbath Krisus, the chance of either of us bleeding, seems slight.
Lyricz wipes his lips and sees the crusty blood from his lip. He grabs his title and walks to the door. He opens it and walks out. The Titans member walks down to hall to the entrance ramp. The Television Champion gets to the curtains and opens them slightly. We see an empty arena as grounds crew works on building the ring.
Lyricz: Tomorrow, those seats will be filled. The miserable fans will have their signs, cheering for the faces, booing for the heels, and having a good time. We’ll walk out, taunt the fans if we’re bad, and slap hands if we’re good. We’ll walk to the ring, put on a story tomorrow, and put on a great show. We’re going to leave everything out in the ring tomorrow. Some will lose and some will win. Some of us will be happy with the results and some will be furious. Titles may change tomorrow. Titles might not change, ESPECIALLY the Television Championship.
Krisus, you have absolutely no idea what I’m capable of doing tomorrow. If you want, Nic Totopolous can help you defeat me. I got word he’ll be at ringside, crippled self and all. I’m sure he can stick his hand out and trip me as I bounce off the ropes. He can distract the ref as I pin you, so the fans and announcers can count to 8, but when the ref turns around and counts he gets to 1 or 2. Tomorrow at Mayhem, I’m not going to say, the end of an era might be upon us. There’s a good chance I might not leave with the Television Championship. If I lose it to Krisus, then I’ll get a rematch and win it back. Or I’ll move to bigger and better titles.
Nic Totopolpous screwed me out of the World Title. Everyone, including myself, is waiting for him to screw me out of the Television Championship.
Lyricz lets go of the curtain.
Lyricz: But, it’s not going to happen. Nic Totopolous, will sit his crippled, has-been ass in his chair, and shut up. He won’t say anything or do anything. If he does, I won’t be hesitant to stop whooping Krisus’ ass to deal with Christopher Reeves. Tomorrow, someone is feeling the Final Blow. Be it Krisus, or Nic Totopolous, or both.
Témanos porque usted no puede batirnos.
Lyricz walks down the hall as the scene fades.