The camera wavers a bit as Ichabod is setting it up. He reaches on the table near him and grabs what is left of his beer. It is pretty obvious that he is shitfaced drunk. His eyes are glazed, and he spits as he speaks.
Waah, Waah, Waah, my poor f###ing life, my parents hate me, my mom is a crackwhore and my dad beat me. There you go Grunge, you don't have to cut your next promo I did it for you.
Son, no one here cares about your childhood or how you were picked on. In this business, your past amounts to two things, Jack and s##, and Jack left town. Listen to me, and I will say it slowly and use smaller words, because you obviously didn't understand me last time.
Ichabod punctuates each syllable by slamming his fist down on the table.
I will show YOU pain you can't imagine. I have already said that and yet you are now trying to use it against me. I am NOT talking about the pain of a failed career. You turn my words around and try to tell me I feel the pain of a failed career. It is pretty obvious that you feel that pain, I have had a great career, with no regrets. And this weekend will be no different, Grunge. This will not mar my career. But you will continue to live with the pain that you whine about on camera hoping somebody here feel sorry for you. I don't care about your family, your childhood, or your messed up life. None of that will come into play on Saturday.
The only thing that will come into play is my obvious skill at putting choads like you where they belong, on the back burner of the whole federation. I am the hardcore number one contender, and nothing you or anyone else can do will take that away from me. You might as well get used to the idea of fighting Orleans and Mr. Sensation and other midcarders like that, because from here I'm going to become the Hardcore champion, and on and on until I am on top of this federation.
Do you understand me this time, boy? YOU WILL LOSE TOMORROW! Prepare yourself for defeat, because tomorrow it will become a close friend of yours.
Ichabod tosses the beer against the wall as he walks out the door and the camera fades.
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