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Everything is still working out to plan. Sure, perhaps
the alignment has shifted slightly after Anguish, but one can't expect a smoothly
paved road for the entire journey. As each day passes, it is becoming a much
more suitable situation than what was originally intended. With the expulsion
of the self-proclaimed "Icon", a more fitting sacrifice is placed
upon the altar. In looking back, I see that perhaps I was wrong in my original
calculations. Indeed, this new situation is looking far more like it should.
The drawing has been made, the pieces have been set. No longer in the race,
one of the greatest causes is stilli n the picture. Lifting up the visage of
a new herald, he is bringing everything to the perfect position. As the time
quietly creeps forward, we step back into history. The time of reckoning is
drawing ever closer. My warning to you all. Get out while you still can. None
of you are safe.

I am not a puppet. I won't be dangled on a string and
made to perform like a circus monkey. That's Sebastian Bocks' job. I don't have
the time or inclination to do the bidding of others. Since you're all wasting
my time....now it's time for me to waste yours.

For years, I have marched to my own beat...I have walked
alone, on my OWN path. I care nothing for authority, and even less for those
people who use it as a badge of honor. No, I'm not a "rebel". I respect
certain things. You have to earn my respect, however...it's not just given.
To earn that respect, you have to get the best of me.

Even Johnny Storm...as arrogant as he is, I respect him.
I do not begrudge him for his actions at Anguish. He obviously felt the need
to exert some sense of superiority over me. He couldn't do it in the ring, so
he figured he'd do it at the tail end of an ass kicking he had no part of. No,
I do not begrudge him. But still...an eye for an eye. I said my peace and I
severed my ties. He felt it was necessary to keep up this foolish game. He just
can't stand not being a part of the dance...or leading it. He has to be seen,
he NEEDS to be heard. Still the fame-hungry whore, Storm has to stay in the
spotlight, even though his time has long since passed. He had his chance to
walk away...to stay out of my line of sight. He blew it. I have other business
to attend to, Johnny...but I will be coming for you. Soon....

In one night, you managed to prove me wrong...and prove
me right. You put up a hell of a fight, and I have no problem telling you that.
Sure, it comes a little easier since I beat you...but are either of us really
surprised by the outcome? Of course not. However, rather than take your loss
like a man, and move back to where you belong, you want to keep this up. Of
course, you won't keep it up by yourself, will you? Nope. You needed to bring
your friends with you to prove your point. Why? Because, like I said....you
can't prove anything on your own. Sure, you lasted a while....sure, you even
gave it a good run. You still lost. Just accept it and move on. I wasn't trying
to teach you a lesson at all, Joey....but now that you've gone your usual route
with me....I'm prepared to give you one. The Eagle will fly again, Joey....and
this time, you won't like where you land.

I don't know much about you...and I don't care. You've
managed to keep your mouth shut about me, which I can appreciate. Obviously
this is something between you and Daher. While it's none of my business, I guess
I'll have to make it mine, since I'm set to go against you. It's alright though.
Just like everyone else, take your lumps and move on. You'd probably be wise
to not even show up, ya' know? It's so obvious that The Reflecting One will
totally kick your ass, because The Reflecting One is better than The Furious
One. I am The Reflecting One, and no one will stop The Reflecting One! The Reflecting
One will run all over you on Wednesday, and The Reflecting One will walk out
of the arena with a "W", because The Reflecting One is a better wrestler
than The Furious One.

God....how the hell do you talk like that? Here's a tip.
Since your promos suck ass anyway, why not refer to yourself as "I",
instead of "The Furious One"? We all know you're not good enough to
warrant speaking about yourself in the third person, so why not cut that out
right now? As well, we won't have to see your butt-ugly face on TV as much,
since it'll shave a good 10-20 minutes off of your TV time. I'm thankful for
the fact that, whatever you decide to do. Whether you act like a normal person
or not, I'll never have to care again....since I'm sure you'll have no desire
to step up to me again, once I'm done with you on Wednesday.

Still, I can't help but wonder where you've been all
week. Of course, since you have a self-loathing kind of attitude, maybe you're
off in a corner, pumping your fist full of hate to make it all better. Whatever
it is, I'm thankful. Smart move zipping up your lips this week....now I'll just
make it quick and...relatively painless. Of course, I can't really talk much
about you, since I'm sure you don't want this match either. No....we can thank
our illustrious commisioner for this waste of a week. So, enough about you,
Furious...let's get down to who this is REALLY all about.

Jim Daher...I don't respect you. To be brutally honest,
I never gave a shit about you. Forever building your own reputation with your
mouth, but always falling short in talent. If you were even half as good as
you say you are, you'd still only be half of a man. As it is, in reality....you're
an underdeveloped little girl, living out your dreams now that you have a seat
at the corporate table. As you were unable to do anything you wanted when you
actually worked in a ring, you think now is your chance to make up for it, don't
you? Oh wait, I forgot. You're the only Falconer that Matters. Since when did
Falconers matter? You're the object of every girls masturbation. Let me ask
you....if they're all dipping their fingers in the honey jar to you, why is
it you've never gotten laid? Maybe you were doing more than just hanging out
with Doom and Doomsday, huh? Enough crap...let's get down to business.

You might be the commissioner....you might think you're
a big shot now. Since your head has been lodged up your ass for your entire
life, I'm going to fill you in on something. I don't take orders from little
kids...and I don't fight someone else's fight. You have a beef with Steele?
Why not pull your balls out of Bedlam's mouth and do it yourself? But you wouldn't
do that....no no no. You see, Jim. You're a bitch. Maybe some guys like to scratch
your ass hairs and tell you that you had a decent career...but I'm not like
most people. You have no talent. You never beat anyone with talent. Your entire
career is a joke. While I may not know much about you, personally, I have always
known that you suck. You're a pathetic, swill-sucking, ball polishing piece
of shit who thinks he actually fucking meant something. You don't....you never
did, and you never will. You and your little band of bitches should have stayed
in retirement. In fact, you should have hung it up 6 years ago. Yeah, I realize
that might be more time than you actually wrestled...but the point is the same.
You never had what it took to face me in a ring, so don't go thinking you can
play the boss with me and stick me in matches whenever you want. I don't take
order from you, and I don't work for you. If you think a suit, tie and a desk
job will keep you safe...or better yet, if you think that 7 foot mountain of
moron, Bedlam, is going to keep you safe...think again. Settle your disputes
on your own damn time, I don't d�

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