Dr. A: *gasp*… Well ladies… gentlemen… No matter how you look at
it. I cheated.
The ref shrugs his shoulders,
he must have missed the whole “cheating” thing while his back was turned. Its
news to him. Oh well, the decision has been made.
Dr. A: …But this match was not about the Dedication Title. I
don’t care about the Dedication title. And it wasn’t about some dumb French
Embassy either, though I am glad to see it gone. Oh no, this was about far
more.
I know what a lot of people would
think this was about, “respect.” I am trying to gain respect. Well, you
people are wrong too. I don’t care about respect. I don’t want or need your
respect. I didn’t do this to make you look at me in a new light. I didn’t do
this to “prove myself.” Screw proving yourself. Respect, proving you are
the man… all that is bull.
So what did I put up a Bar Room
Brawl-ian effort for then, huh? Why so much for a single match in the middle of
a card that doesn’t really matter? Why so much if it isn’t for respect… why so
much if it isn’t to prove myself?
Why? Because I am better than
Chevalier, and I am better than you. I have nothing to say or prove,
that is merely the truth. I am simply the greatest man to ever step into
Cyberslam or Wrassle or any other organization. I could beat any one of you at
any time, I am truly the utmost single human being to ever set foot in this
world.
Old School names get respect. They
get status and get to be called “legends.” I am not a legend, and I never want
to be one. I don’t want any one of you to give me admiration or deference, and
look on me as if I was something good. Don’t remember me fondly when I am gone.
I want every one of you to get angry when you hear my name. To think bad
thoughts when you hear “Dr. Abortion.” I want you to think, “that that guy was
so full of himself; that that guy sucked.”
This match was no showcase of
ability, no symbolic gesture of greatness. It was what it was – a match in
which I won. Because I am the Physician on a Mission. Because I am better.
Get used to it.
The doc blatantly disregards
SHOW property again and tosses the microphone over his shoulder and to the
floor.
He pulls the ropes open for Ms.
C and the two leave the ring, heading up the entrance ramp.
Tony: What a self-loving, pompous ass! He couldn’t win without
cheating. He just couldn’t!
Harry: Its about the ends Tony… not the means.
M. l'Estang goes into the ring,
and kicks Chevalier in the face. Meaning no matter which ending you read, he
still turns on Chevy anyway.
Harry: I told you so!
The camera fades on Dr. A and
Ms. C going up the ramp.