Lethal Weapon
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My thoughts on Carnage before my world imploded…

So another win, this time over Brittany Lohan, a talented performer who could have the world at her feet given a little extra focus and intensity to her game…

For someone my age, to be unbeaten in my return to the sport I love has surprised even me, let alone the people around me and those fans that probably ran my return down as something of a ‘desperate’ attempt at getting back in the limelight. It must be surprising for everyone to see someone like me, of my age, my experience beating younger, more able, more agile talents in the ring, but at least in my mind, I’m hoping it’s a pleasant surprise.

Let’s face it… I’m not the Lethal Weapon of old; I’m not the guy who underestimates his opponents because of a self indulgent ego that cannot span past the idea that somebody might be able to beat him. Times have changed and if there is one thing I’ve learnt from being at the top of this mountain for 20 years, it’s that when the times change, roll with it, adapt, make something different of yourself and apply to the current trends or pal, you’re going to get left behind and forgotten about very quickly and maybe that’s what is helping me at the moment, my inability to go back to what I once was, this new found tradition to look at my opponents with an open mind and be prepared for whatever the outcome might be?

I don’t know what’s making me successful is the honest truth of it, coming back to this sport was due to an invitation from an injured Riley Addison to enforce and organise his security as he was injured and unable to really apply his own force upon the roster at the time and his former trainer and someone who knew this roster well, it seemed like a job I could do without really affecting the legacy I’d left behind, the problem was – and I should have know it would happen – is that someone decided to make matters personal, someone decided to step over the line and that man, was Rayne Young.

I never wanted to come back as a roster member, I never wanted to be a man fighting in that squared circle in front of the masses again and a large part of me didn’t even think I COULD do it even if I wanted to, but call it my Achilles heel, my weakness, that when someone disrespects me, when someone steps over the line with me… I lose my temper, I react and maybe to an extent I overreact and when Rayne reignited our long running hatred for one another, well, I called for my contract to be signed and I called for a match to be made… Even then though, I never expected to be fighting every week, I wanted one match against Rayne at PRIDE and then I’d return to my professional slumber, doing the stuff backstage, working hard to make the running of the show smooth.

But wrestling is something that has a pull on you.

Nobody except those who’ve done it, actually competed in the ring will know what I mean, but once you see your name up in lights, you see your name on a card and in my case, you begin to read the news reports and hear the whispers of the world discussing your comeback, discussing how you are going to do this, or that, or something else. Excitement begins to build.
Even the negative reviews, the people saying you aren’t good enough and how your return is one desperate bid for another paycheque, even after those reviews, you feel a calling to prove them wrong and make them understand just why you are who you say you are, just why you are the legend to rule all legends, just why the world knows and respects the name ‘Lethal Weapon’ in the sport of wrestling.

I didn’t fancy my chances against Jake Dangerously and to be honest, I nearly lost, but one mistake cost him and I recognized from that, that I still had it, that I was still capable of making it work.

When I got put against a returning Brittany Lohan, the woman who replaced me to tag alongside Glory Braddock after my injury reoccurrences seemed to finally end my career, I again, doubted what I could do and what I was able to achieve against such a talented athlete, but something changed for me against Brittany, sure, she had a lot of offence against me, but what changed was how I felt… The ache had gone… The strain in my joints had disappeared, I was moving freely and it was as though the rust had slowly slipped away, my body had begun to move like a well oiled machine again…

…Carnage Vs Brittany Lohan was the moment when I realised that my time as a wrestler, my time as a superstar in the business was not over, my long break had been the catalyst for a rebirth of my career, a chance for my niggles and my pains to go away, disappear and even now, my physic’s are scratching their heads and wondering what the hell has happened because suddenly, out of nowhere…

I’m back…

…So should I be worried again at the upcoming Carnage, the final show before I finally get my hands on Rayne Young at PRIDE with no rules, no boundaries…

Like before, should I question what I can do against the likes of Jacob Laymon or even the legend that is Rayne Young? Just like I did Brittany and Jake, this is yet another step up, I’m fighting against and I’m surrounded by main event superstars who have been involved in this sport consistently for years… I’ve been around for a little over a month.

Everything suggests I should be worried, I should be concerned…

…But I’m not…

--- I have the World Heavyweight Champion by my side.
--- I’m fighting a man I’m intending to beat the crap out off in three weeks time at PRIDE.
--- The other is my former employer, a man who’s going to be focused on Glory, but nonetheless, respects my presence enough to be wary of what I can do, he isn’t going to rush in against me and try to finish things quick in fear that he, like Jake, might make a mistake, a mistake he knows I can make the full advantage of…

…My son, my wife, my friends and the odd passer-by have all expressed to me personally, their worry for what I have chosen to do and the decisions I have made since returning to the sport that I have loved for the last 20 years and I can and will respect that from all of them. I understand I am not a young man anymore and the damaging effects of this sport can be more effective on a man of my age than of somebody who is young, flexible, agile and fresh. But isn’t it wise that we all do what’s right for us as well? Isn’t it wise that we all listen to our own bodies and isn’t it wise that we don’t give up on the things we love until we are left no choice?

I love this sport, I love what I do and when I retired back in 2009, I hated every second of it, even turning on my telly to see tributes, the ‘best of’ DVD’s that came out under my name, hell, seeing my matches played on the MCW and SCW vintage shows. It made me feel old, it made me feel incapable of competing, it made me feel less of a man and yet, all this time, I knew I could still do it, I knew I could still compete and I knew I could still rise, fist for fist with the best of the best in any company in the world today.

…So Carnage #6, Jacob Laymon and Rayne Young across the ring, Glory Braddock to my side…

…I’m not worried…

…I’m excited…

I’m excited because this is my opportunity to see just how far I can run with the ball when it’s thrown to me, this is my chance to see just how good I am at my age now, how good I have become since my retirement, this is my opportunity to finally stand up and see what can and cannot be done against the best this company has to offer and if, IF I can help Glory and between us we can beat the likes of two legends like Rayne Young and Jacob Laymon, well, who knows…

…Maybe I can do the impossible and regain that World Heavyweight Title one day…

…For now, I’ll not look to far ahead, at Carnage #6 in Birmingham, it’s going to be Jacob and Rayne under the cosh first, a big challenge and a chance to really see what Young can do before our PPV match at PRIDE and then at the big show itself, it’s the biggest test so far in my individual career, a no holds barred street fight, a match the world has waited for, for a long, long time. Rayne Young Vs Lethal Weapon…

…Exciting times…

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6 Days Ago

RING, RING…

 

…RING, RING…

RING, RING…

“Hello?”

“Dad, I’m at the airport, can you pick me up?”

“Scott, is that you? You’re back!?!”

“Yeah!! Got back 20 minutes ago, but don’t tell Mum, I want it to be a surprise”

“I won’t say a thing!! Stay where you are… I’ll be there soon to pick you up”

“Thanks Dad”

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3 Days ago


Scott had been back for three days since finishing the filming of his new movie set somewhere around Europe, he had indeed surprised his mother just as he had surprised me when he arrived and it was great to see him, after all, he was my son and nothing compared to the love and pride I had in him. He had taken these last couple of days to settle back in to being at home and living with us for the meantime, finding out what we had been up to and speaking in depth to me about my decisions to return to the ring, he was happy for me, cautious, but after my recent wins and the direction my career seemed to be taking, he was impressed with what he had seen and how I was coping with the pressures of being an older man in what is predominantly a young man’s sport.

Scott, an actor and a man who briefly joined me in the wrestling company was my only child although in secret, behind the scenes and away from the camera me and my wife had tried for more unsuccessfully as such, he was the apple of both our eyes and could never do any wrong. For him to sit there and say he was proud of me validated everything I was doing, everything I was going to do and everything I had already done, for my son to enjoy what he was seeing me do, was a compliment, a motivation and a belief with no comparison, no equal.

It was 6pm, Tuesday the 11th of September 2011. My son, me and my wife sat around the living room having just polished off our dinner, a carbonara that sat nicely in the pit of our bellies, the sauce rich, the ham quality and the spaghetti thick and long with a creamy gloss. MCW.TV had been playing briefly and we listened to the latest news and reports followed by the promos of Glory Braddock and Jacob Laymon, two relevant names in my impending match at Carnage #6, the third being that of my Pay Per View opponent and the man who forced my return to the ring in the first place, Rayne Young.

I listened to Glory tell me how she was looking forward to watching me and her fight as a team, I listened as Jacob bitched and moaned, claiming he would enjoy fighting me in the ring, before claiming Rayne would destroy me, but it was all the normal stuff, nothing shocking, nothing surprising, nothing that had me riveted to my seat and nothing that made me stop to turn the channel over when they were finished and watch something more interesting – like Downton Abbey.

Nonetheless, I would have to respond to them in good time I suppose, it was the least the company would have expected from me, but not now, I was with my family and enjoying the return of my son, I didn’t fancy doing ‘work’ right now, I still had time.

“So when do I get to take my old man for a drink?” Came the sudden change of pace as Scott smiled from ear to ear and glared across the living room at me in a naïve, youthful way that said ‘I’ve grown and I can drink you under the table’. Big mistake.

“You think you’re ready for that? You don’t want to wait a couple more years?” I replied, my smile growing to match his. Sheryl just shook her head in disbelief. This happened every single time he came home and every single time he’d be dragged back in through the front door or carried in over my shoulder.

“That sounds like a challenge I’m happy to accept” Replied Scott standing up from his chair and checking his wallet as I glanced across at Sheryl and gave her a reassuring wink. I then stood and just leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss as me and my son walked out of the room.

“Won’t be long Mum, Dad will be finished before we reach the second pub!” Shouted Scott to my jeers and sarcasm as his mother just smiled and waved us off.

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It was good to do this, be back out with my son, drinking some cold ones, playing some pool, just generally having a good time with the boy I’ve raised since he was a baby and now look at him, a man and not just any man, but a man who had grown into something better than I could ever imagine, fit, in good shape, acting and keeping busy all of the time. I was a proud father for sure and all the regulars in our local pub could tell.

The Tavern was a typical English pub, but it would always be busy in an evening with the locals and different teams sponsored by the establishment. At weekends you’d get the football lads coming in, fresh off another loss no doubt, during the week, you had the darts team, the pool team, the dominoes guys and even the resident DJ would often be around, either doing the pub quiz or just playing some tunes in the function room for some party or celebration of some sort.

It meant the place always had an atmosphere, there was always loud laughter and the typical pub conversation, recent events of all kinds, sporting, political and even religious discussed and debated in an extraordinary and original way and with more language than any politician or god would know what to do with! The clashing of pool balls would nearly always be heard as a frame would begin between two mediocre players, future challengers adding there name to a small blackboard on the back wall as the tradition of winner stays on keeps the competition alive.

I sat at the bar though, my ass firmly on the stool with my son sitting comfortably on the stool next to me, a bowl of peanuts between us kindly laid out by the landlady and a pint of our chosen drinks in front of us.

“So, you happy that you’re back in the ring?” Said Scott, lifting his glass and sipping down some more of his drink, his eyes remaining fixed on me.

“Yeah, I am. It feels right.” I replied, lifting my glass and doing the same, enjoying the bitter taste of the fluid as it ran down my throat.

“You think you’ll be World Champion again?” The question took me off guard at first, it was blatant and a strong question to ask. To say yes would mean I felt confident enough to be the best, to be better than anyone else on the roster, to say no, would be modest, but ridiculously underwhelming in my own desire and self-ambition.

“I don’t really know, I haven’t particularly thought about topping the federation, to be honest, all I’ve considered since I came back was smashing Rayne Young from one end of the arena, to the other!” A smile gently rose across my face, I enjoyed the thought of beating Rayne Young a new one.

“And you think you can?” Said Scott, glaring at me, knowing I would take offence to him even questioning my ability to beat someone like Rayne.

“Only stupid people ask stupid questions, don’t be a stupid person” I said drinking down to the bottom of my pint glass and glaring back at the bar, my hand diving into the peanuts and throwing them in my mouth as I gave Sandra behind the bar a gentle nod to request a top up.

“Nick Harris?” I heard the voice come from behind me and glanced across at Scott who was staring at the source of the sound.

Gently I turned on my stool and glanced at the young, blonde, good looking girl standing in front of me, she smiled with excitement and just leaped momentarily on the spot.

“Oh my god, I knew it” She continued.

“Do I know you?” I replied bluntly, glancing at Scott again with a shrug as if to say ‘who the hell is this?’, but Scott looked as dumbfounded as I did.

“Rebecca Martin, you and my Mum went to school together! She always talks about you and has watched you wrestle since, like, forever!! That’s why we’re here, me and some of my friends are coming to watch Carnage and then we got tickets for PRIDE!” She said as I tried to filter back through my memories to my school years.

“I’m sorry, I don’t quite remember you’re Mum” I said gently, still confused and a little uncertain about what she was saying.

“Oh, hang on then, I’ve got a photo” Well, this would certainly confirm everything for me. She pushed down into her small handbag and lifted a purse from inside it, she then opened that purse and lifted a small black and white photo from inside before handing it to me. “That’s my Mum with you at Hammersmith Senior”

I glared at the picture like a man looking for a clue in a murder mystery and within a second, everything seemed to come rushing back to me, the whole day, the surroundings, the hard wind that had hit us that day, the way it had cancelled our football training after school, the sweet smell of the rose gardens behind our school playground, I knew this woman, Tina O’Hara, no wonder I didn’t know her from her daughters name, she must have married!

“Wow, I do remember this” I said, my eyes widening as I continued to look at the photo, Scott leaning over to glance at it as well.

“You still look awful back then” Said my charming son, a smile on his face as a couple of the girls with Rebecca laughed in a flirting manner.

“Your mother and I were childhood sweethearts once upon a time! I remember this as if it were yesterday now you have showed me the photo, hell, your surname threw me off, but now I’ve seen her, I remember her, Tina O’Hara!” I said, glancing up at the beautiful blonde.

“Exactly!! Oh my god, she would be so thrilled to hear you say this!” She said.

“Didn’t she come along? You should call her, tell her I’ll sort her some free tickets for the coming shows, it would be great to see how she is” I was excited, this wasn’t anything seedy, but Tina and I had been friends for years after our relationship had died down after school and it was only when I moved to the USA to further my wrestling career that we lost contact.

I looked expectantly at the Blonde for a moment only to notice her smile fade, I didn’t know what I had said, but Scott wasn’t much help as he had already taken Rebecca’s two friends for a drink and god knows what else somewhere else in the bar.

“Have I said something wrong?” I asked gently as she sat down on the stool next to me where Scott had previously been.

“No, not at all, just, my Mum died. Cancer.” She said softly, placing the photo carefully back into her purse. I to went silent and just glanced at my full pint, the mood suddenly becoming sombre.

“I’m sorry to hear that, truly, she was a lovely woman” I said, not bringing myself to look at the young girl. I was awful in these situations at the best of times.

“Thank you, it was a year ago. If it’s any conciliation, she followed your career till the end. My dad always use to say she never stopped loving you, deep down, you were still the man she wanted” Said the young girl with a smile as I glanced up at her with a confused gaze.

“Your Mum and I split amicably Rebecca, she was always my friend, but it was her that said no, not me” I replied gently.

“I know the story, she’s told me before. You had an opportunity to go to a big company in the USA, WFN. You were going to make it big and she was going to go with you, but she backed out, she told us that you asked her to go, but she said no because of her Mum being ill, but she told you there was no future because she didn’t want to hold you back either.” Said Rebecca, placing her hand a little to tight for comfort on my knee causing me to smile nervously and gently pull my leg away.

“I never knew” I said again, lifting my drink to my mouth and taking an extra long gulp.

“If only she could see this now, me and you sitting her at a bar. She’d be so jealous you know, to be honest with you, I’ve always been jealous of her! Our whole family are wrestling maniacs and because of the connections, we’ve followed your career from Day 1, I’ve been bought up on you, so to know my Mum got to… You know… With you, kind of makes me envious” She said with a cheeky smile, a glint suddenly appearing in her eye that made me a little more than just uncomfortable.

“Well, it was many years ago Rebecca, trust me, you have nothing to be jealous of” I said, trying to end the conversation.

“You say that, but for an older man, you’re still pretty handsome” She said, rubbing her hand against my arm momentarily.

“Er, maybe, but I’m also married as you probably know.” I said quickly, moving my arm from her reach.

“Sheryl… Yeah, I know about her” She said with a venom in her voice, her tone becoming angry and aggressive.

“Look, it’s been nice meeting you and again, I’m sorry to hear about Tracey, really, I am, but I better be getting back, I’ve got to make sure I get some sleep and training in for the show, but it was great to meet you” I said, slowly standing up from the bar stool and glancing around for Scott, desperately hoping we could just up and leave.

“Are you looking for your son?” She asked me, noticing my wondering eyes that turned to see her cleverage now showing from her top as she turned on the stool to face me, her legs totally apart.

“Yeah” I said, quickly looking away again.

“I think he left with my friends… I hope it’s no bother, but could you walk me back to our hotel first? It’s only down the road, I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable” She said, standing up, her deep blue eyes becoming wider as she awaited my answer with baited breath.

“I don’t know, its getting late and my wife will wonder where I am” I said, trying to find an excuse, still looking for Scott, hoping she was wrong.

“I understand. I just didn’t want to walk alone in a town I don’t know this late and when it’s getting dark so early to” She said, standing from her stool and throwing her jacket back over her shoulders, covering those wonderful tits of hers and they were wonderful, just not something I can play with.

“…Fine. I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you, which hotel is it?” I asked, reluctantly giving her the answer she wanted.

“The Bateman, it’s just a 10 minute walk up the road from here” She said with a smile as she lifted her bag.

“I know it” I said bluntly, turning to the doors of the pub, glancing angrily at Sandra, the bar lady who knew exactly what was going on and just gave me a facial expression that had sympathy written all over it.

The walk took longer than 10 minutes, much longer and the events that would follow would lead to me being arrested and accused of rape, however, my actions were innocent and until proven otherwise, will remain the actions of an innocent man.

I just wish the rest of the world and the media would believe me, instead of her…

To Be Continued…

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The Promo – Present Day

I’m going to be honest… I’m tired… I’m exhausted even. Not physically, but mentally. Now, I can’t say to much about the things going outside my wrestling life publically right now because lets face it, the police and the media are going to be looking for every single trace of evidence they can find to throw against me to put this already poor excuse of a case in the favour of this opportunistic, disgusting excuse of a woman, of a liar.

Nonetheless, instead of me talking about the things that you can all read and discuss everyday via the national media, let me instead turn my attentions to what you might see on the back pages instead, let me try and instead, focus my efforts on something I can change with my fists, something I can change with my actions, rather than something that my legal teams have to deal with for me…

You see, this news, it might have been like a blessing in disguise for Jacob, for Rayne, because in their small minds it would represent a serious distraction that would take my eyes away from them and the match at hand come Carnage, to that of my personal life and things happening to me outside of the ring, to an extent, they’d be right, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t taking my eye off the ball at all, after all, someone is lying to try and destroy my life, my career, my marriage and my family… It has a way of making you look beyond the ring and to what is more important to you as a human being.

But what they probably don’t take into consideration is the need for a greater focus, that when someone is in a position like this, it leaves a claustrophobic aftermath of emotional torture, meaning, you can’t go out, you can’t see your friends, you can’t even buy groceries without some camera man or photographer up in your face trying to get you comment on a police investigation and in turn, risk something you say publicly be misconstrewed or considered violent, aggressive or threatening and in turn, find that the case which was before, a certain must-win, suddenly becomes an undeniable failure leading to jail time, fines and god knows what else.

Jacob, that lack of fresh air out in the real world, means that you and your new BFF, Rayne Young, can count on me being worked properly, my training is longer to starve away the boredom of the day, my schedule busier than ever, my focus is pretty clear cut, you see, now my legal team have taken over, I need not spend the day wondering what I need to do next because those boys cover it, no, instead, I find myself thinking long and hard about anything else other than this situation, anything else other then this case I’m now stuck in the middle off and you know the thing that comes to the front of my mind everytime? The thing that sticks out to me like a sore thumb?

Stepping into the ring to face Jacob Laymon and Rayne Young with the World Heavyweight Champion, Glory Braddock by my side, in a match that thousands of wrestling fans, millions even, have only been able to dream off for years and yet, on a normal show, not even on a pay per view, here we are, all of us, stepping into the same ring to fight one another. Not for a title, not even really for Pride, but instead, for momentum, for the chance to say we have got one over the person we are due to face at the pay per view, for an opportunity to say, I beat you once and I can do it again.

Momentum, it’s a strong incentive, maybe as strong as championships themselves, after all, to say you are on a roll, to have the confidence and the feeling that you can beat anyone, that you can counter any move, escape any submission, kick out of any pinfall, that’s a pretty formidable tool to have at your disposal and to have that on the back of beating your opponent at the pay per view just two weeks before the big event is due to air, well, that could be destroying for the man who loses, right?

Right Jacob? Right Rayne?

Let’s face it, you lose at Carnage and there is every possibility that you simply aren’t going to be good enough to get the job done when it counts and it isn’t like you have any stipulations in this tag match to blame, this is a straight up fight for a winner, best man wins. So I’d say this match was pretty important and like I said, this is something I’ve been able to focus on a lot more than you might have felt I’d be able to.

Now on that note, let me turn my attentions away from hyping this event, to instead, telling you what I’m going to do in this event…

…In a nutshell…

I’m going to fucking destroy you both.

You see, these last few weeks, I’ve tried to be respectful, I’ve tried to give my opponents some element of hype, I’ve tried to get them over and I’ve tried to do the right thing for a wrestler of my age to do, I’ve tried to be the ‘nice guy’. But more and more people seem to be overlooking me, mocking me, hell, asking me why I’m no longer the Lethal Weapon of old ever since I started doing that, the Lethal Weapon that would beat your ass for staring at him wrong, the Lethal Weapon who killed a man in the ring and then crippled his brother for fucking him off and complaining about his siblings death to much, the Lethal Weapon who doesn’t give a fuck about nobody and no-one!

Well Laymon… Young… Welcome to boot camp you fucking little pricks, because the games are about to start and the challenge is about to begin.

You see, I do things old school, I don’t beat you down from behind, I don’t smash you about while I’m hooded and away from sight, no, I prefer to do things the way I’ve always done them, by facing you, nose to nose, by smashing you from corner to corner, by beating your ass’s for fun and because I can and if you think for one second my age, my time out of the ring is going to cost me in this match we have coming up, well boys, you are gloriously mistaken, you see, I’ve only been getting faster, stronger and more agile with every match, sure, I struggled to beat Jake Dangerously in my first week back from nearly 2 years retirement, but what I did against Brittany Lohan, that was near on domination, it was single handed brutality that led to my second win and in a much more convincing fashion, this week, I’ve not only got momentum and even less ring rust on my side, but I’ve also got the World Heavyweight Champion on my side, a woman who has defied the odds and been the greatest champion this company has seen…A woman who I nearly got the chance to hold the Tag Team Championships with nearly two years ago before injuries ruled me out.

So Glory Braddock, I heard what you had to say, I heard your sentiments and I take them on board and I to, hope we can be a good team against these two fucking idiots this week, but let me also make something clear. When I say the old Lethal Weapon is back in town, I mean it, this shit happening to me outside of the ring and the bullshit I’m getting from people in the business for my respectful approach is having an affect and now, I got a whole lot to vent and a whole lot of other wrestlers to take it out on… Glory at some stage, me and Rayne Young are going to lock horns, now I know you won’t, but I’ll make myself clear nonetheless… Don’t get in my way.

Just don’t.

You see, Rayne Young has a whole lot of pain coming his way over the next couple of shows, starting at Carnage and ending with his career at PRIDE and anyone who steps between me and him, after weeks of security keeping us at bay or the cowardly prick running away from me and my beautiful hammer will find themselves in a bloody path of destruction that stops for nobody.

At Carnage, Glory, we are on the same side, fighting the same cause and we both have our specific enemies to focus on… But just be aware, I’ve never played nice for long and if you DO happen to step in my way, I won’t be responsible for what happens.

Jacob Laymon, I suppose I could preach the same to you, to stay out of my business, to stop on the apron and watch as your predicitions about what Rayne is going to do to me prove themselves to be totally wrong and inaccurate. You see, the issue here Jacob, is what you are praying Rayne does to me is more wishful thinking on your part then realistic outcome and I say that because after PRIDE, when Rayne has been destroyed at my hands in a match that is accustomed to my career, question marks are going to be raised as to who the main event scene are going to be, who is going to tower above the roster and who is going to fight the good fight in the mid to lower card, scratching and clawing there way up the ladder for a shot at the better and bigger titles…

You want Rayne to destroy me because if he does, I’ll probably be gone, my threat to you, to the main event scene of the FWA, to the wrestling business, gone. But if he doesn’t, ah, well, then suddenly you have a problem don’t you Jacob, because lets face it, if you win the World title, well, if anyone is going to be a possible contender for it, alongside the regulars such as Jackson and Glory, the world is going to be looking at me and if they do… Suddenly your chance of being a dominant force at the top of this company, this business like you promised you would be… Looks doubtful.

Jacob, this has been coming for years and you know it, what makes you fear me is that once upon a time you had to try and manage me as owner of the MCW and you had so many problems controlling me, controlling my actions and even failing to stop me becoming World Champion of your company that now, unlike many others, you know the inner workings of the Lethal Weapon, you know what makes me tick and you know how dangerous I can truly be, if you’ve forgotten, go and ask Luke Tanner and hope, by some miracle, you get a miracle of a reply from somewhere up above…

Jacob Laymon, just like you couldn’t, Rayne Young will not be destroying me at Carnage, nor will he do so at PRIDE, instead, it’s going to be me, the Legend to rule all legends, the greatest wrestler of ALL time, standing high and mighty above you both, my arms raised in victory…

The momentum…

… All mine!

Rayne… Let me make this short, because my piece to you will come at PRIDE when I get to take you down one on one, no rules, no restrictions, a street fight as bloody and as damaging as they come. However I will say one thing, you see, this match at Carnage is nothing but a tune up match, it’s a chance to see what we both have to offer, a chance for us to test each others metal and unlike you Rayne, a lack of mental stability, an insanity of the mind isn’t something I ever picked up due to events in my past affecting me like you did recently with the loss of your loved ones… No… I’m more dangerous than you, more dangerous because my anger issues, my lack of any mental stability, my insanity came with birth, it has followed me all of my life, it has provided me with championships and memorable career moments that I’ll always have with me, its made me loved, hated, somewhere in between for nearly 20 years at the very peak of this business, this industry…

…My insanity isn’t manufactured through an emotional loss, it’s a natural characteristic that I have had to live with and that Rayne Young makes me much more unstable than you shall ever be… Push me hard enough and who knows… Maybe you’ll see your family sooner than you expected…

Carnage is coming…

…And I’ve got some anger to vent…

…Be prepared FWA… Be prepared!