Tim, you and I have had a colourful relationship in this federation. Friends to partners to respected opponents to enemies. Well, I intend to teach you a lesson my friend, and that lesson is a hard one learned by all, and part of it involves you should never trust Ichabod. The rest is that once you have become my enemy, you are marked, you are tainted. I intend to obliterate all of my enemies. Whatever lengths, plans, or actions I must take, I always come out with their blood on my hands, and it feels so good, like warm aloe soaking into war torn hands.
Gorder, there is no master plan for you. I have pure terror in store for you the next two days. Carnage in its purest form. You, my friend, are just another obstacle however, so aside from the surprise i have for you tonight, there will be no worries about you until Born Again, where you will fall, just like the others, cut down by my driving rage toward what belongs to me. The world title will be mine, and I will sit on my proverbial throne while you lick your wounds like a fucking dog, you fuckin choad.
As the throng moves out of the graveyard, Ichabod leans back against a tree. He is sitting atop a stone wall watching the outro procession. One stumbles on a slippery bank. Ichabod lights a cigarette and laughs.
Ichabod reaches down to the top of an old crumbling gravestone. He puts out his cigarette. His eye catches an interesting skull on the inside of what looks like a lost soul in pain.
The procession has left. Ichabod jumps down and makes his way to the monolithic pillars. He walks through them to a broken down grave. On it is written
1980-2000
Died of Natural Causes
He looks down in the hole he has dug and sees the coffin.
He grabs the shovel and breaks the chains, looking almost like a shadow of his brother, swinging the shovel in mad blind rage. He opens the casket and reaches in. What he pulls out is appalling. He holds it up and yells.
I know what this whole thing is doing to you, Reverend, it is distracting you, and making you unstable. But that doesn't concern me. The more unstable you are, the more likely you will make a mistake. You are taking your eyes off the prize. You are turning your back on something you should never take your fucking eyes off. And that is me, brother, a fucking animal who watches every move you make, watches every time you turn away, and I am waiting for the right moment to strike. Born Again, your fall will be marked in blood, hate, and the true meaning of the better brother. The hell we went through on Monday was like playing in the sandbox, the hell in the cell was like a friendly slapbox, compared to what we are going to go through at born again. All is on the line this time, honor, glory, birthrights, and the world title. The fucking future of this company reverend. I will go into this with one thing on my mind, to destroy all others, and I will put my fucking body on the line. I bled from you before, I don't mind bleeding again, Reverend. And I can guarantee it will run as high as a horses shoulder, you know what I am talking about, Reverend. The shockwave of that match is going to be felt well into 2001, and all will remember who caused the gates of hell to burst open so he could wreak havoc on humankind, the rdw, and you. Prepare for the end, you fuckin choad.