Ichabod sits on the edge of a weight bench, examining the card. He sees that he is surprisingly signed to a Hardcore Title match with someone called Psychotic X. Ichabod laughs in spite of him self, almost pitying X for what his federation has gotten him into.
I remember running through the mill match, winning the second one, everyone bleeding and crying, then burning the sombitch down. I remember fighting King Karnage, working my way through the ranks, throwing someone off a roof, then laughing at him.
Those times are all gone, no one can bring them back. I've learned to move on and anticipate newer better things with each passing day. And, I usually get what I want. No wait, I got that wrong... I always get what I want.
Psycho, i'm going to make this really really easy on you. Give me the belt, and I won't hurt you. No really, I'm not here to hurt, I'm here to move up as quickly as possible. I'm here to break my old record for accomplishment. Now, you are standing in my way. Kindly get out of it or I'm going to hurt you so bad, you won't be able to participate in that Royal Rumble.
You've always got that. Why not just give me the Hardcore belt, and go on to the World Title. Its true, soon enough, I'll be coming for that one too, but for now, I'll settle for the title that everyone will know fits me. Hardcore, the name says it all.
Still not convinced? Let me ask you a question, Psychotic X, how many friends you got here? Uh-huh. And how many enemies that you have yet to gain respect with? Uh-huh. Now let me ask you this, how is it going to make you feel to have all those people see you get your ass handed to you by some johnny come lately who nobody's ever heard of? Thats not a prospect I think you can handle.
So be wise, just give me the title, and don't piss me off. Its that damn simple, man. See ya soon.
Ichabod crumples the card up and tosses it in a wastebasket before laying out on the weight bench and beginning his daily reps with the press bar, which easily carries twice his weight.
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