You know Slayer, you remind me a lot of the vampire. The creatures, definitely not human, but not monster either in a certain point of view. How guilty can these vampires really be? The only thing they want is the blood of the innocent, it's not by choice, no no, they crave it, they need it to survive. They can not go on "living" without it. Just as I know you can not go on living without beating opponents in the ring left and right night in and night out. It is in their nature to want the blood, just as it is yours to want to win every time out. But what happens when a vampire, no matter how powerful and well respected in his circle, meets somebody who simply will not let the blood sucker have his way? What happens Slayer when you come across the one person you have never faced off with and lose? Granted losing is something that happens, but there have always been asterisks, like last week when you got jipped out of the Worlds Title Tournament. This time however there will be no such asterisk next to the Rage results when it says "Dusty J defeats Slayer." Can you handle it? Will you ever show your face in the dark night again? Or simply spend all eternity in your coffin, resting, waiting, wondering how on earth such a mere mortal overcame you?
There's a code among vampires i'm sure, and it probably involves never letting your guard down and letting the pathetic living, breathing creatures outdo you in any way. Well it will be like that on Rage when i'm in the ring, you'll come out from your seclusion and be ready to pounce, but i'll be prepared with my hammer and steak, ready to drive it right through your heart as you leap from the top turnbuckle and down onto me, to hopefully score some nice red blood that's pumping into my neck. What's going to happen when you're humiliated in front of them all? You won't have the option to go back to seclusion this time, because the steak will be driven in to a point where the finest doctors in the world would not, could not be able to take it out of you, and then you'll die a regretful death, cursing me all the way. But can I really be the one cursed?
You have to take responsibility for your own actions, and you would be the one that tried gaining an upper hand, and I would be simply acting out of self defense. I mean, what vampire can be defeated by an unarmed human? None of them, that's why we people have that great equalizer to bring things closer to a one on one encounter than ever thought possible with the creatures of the night. I hope you know that i'm prepared with my steak and my hammer, ready for you, waiting for you to try and suck the blood out of my body.
*Just as Dusty finishes what he was saying, Greg Dixson runs up to him, decked out in one of the freakiest Halloween costumes ever...well it's not that freaky, it's a little ballerina outfit, but on a man, and especially one as large as Greg Dixson, it's just A LITTLE strange.*
Look at this Dusty, i'm a ballerina! I can become a swan and stuff, I am a graceful and elegant person.
Why in the living hell are you wearing that?
Rusty said he'd give me twenty dollars if I dressed up in this and pranced around for five minutes. He thought I wouldn't do it, what a sucker huh?
Gregory...my dear friend, has it ever occured to you that Rusty G never picks up the tab at a restaurant? Never tips his grocery baggers or the pizza man? Always is hitting me up for money because he's always blowing it on something trivial and stupid? Now you're believing that he's going to be shelling out twenty dollars for you to make an ass out of yourself, you have got to be kidding me. I think you just got punk'd.
Oh crap! Why didn't you tell me?
I just did! Now get out of those clothes, you'll scare away all the customers.
*Realizing how stupid he truly was and looked, Greg high tails it back to the dressing room, hopefully putting on men's clothing.*
Slayer, before I was interrupted, I was going to say that I truly do respect you. There is no reason I shouldn't, you're a hell of a competitor in the ring from all i've seen, and you are one of the fatest ascending talents this company could ever see. I know you want to be the man, but in order to accomplish that feat, you're going to need to raise your game like you never have before. You'll have to go from the Nintendo Entertainment System to the Playstation 3, from Mouse Trap to Monopoly, from Kid's Meal to SuperSized! I think you can do it, but I don't think you'll be upsizing your Pepsi against me. I prefer water myself, too much sugar in those sodas, and when you'll be trying to upsize those carbonated beverages against me and keep getting fatter and slower, i'll keep drinking water and staying fit as a powerlifter without his steroids.
I understand you want to make an impact, but so do I. Even though I have been through the wrestling wars elsewhere and moreso here in Elite Fantasy Wrestling, I still feel the need to make a point, that point being that I am the greatest professional wrestler in the world today. I have always said I never needed anyone from the business to tell me thta, I haven't needed some title belt to tell me that, or the media to tell me that. The only opinion that I have valued when it comes to critiquing my performance is the people that pay their hard earned money to come to the arenas and cheer me on. Those are the ones that matter, because THEY, not title belts or the front office, make this business the absolute best in the world. Forget the National Football League, Major League Baseball, the NBA, CBA, NHL, PGA, Nascar, wrestling is where the true passion for people lies, because they know the wrestlers try harder than anyone else to give them something they will never forget. I hope you understand that too, because if you don't, you will fail. If you don't know that the fans are the driving force behind everything, even beyond money, then you will never be one of the biggest superstars, you will be nothing more than a midlevel talent, a guy in the middle of the pack, not that bad, but not that good either. We'll see what you're made of at Rage, when the pressure is on and you're across the ring from a former Worlds Champion.
You have never had a bigger opponent have you Slayer? Maybe you have some jitters? Some nervousness, butterflies, whatever you want to call it. But rest assured you must look at me like you would Reno Andretti, or Troy Cassidy, or any other opponent you've faced off against at one time or another, because if you look at me as Dusty J, the former EFW Worlds Heavyweight Champion, there is no chance for you, i've learned that lesson way back when DHW was still in business. I met TJ Rocker and Blaze in a triple threat match for the Cruiserweight Title, my second match in DHW. I was playing it off like it was no big deal, but I was scared out of my mind like a middle schooler during truth or dare. I went in there and did my thing, even had Blaze in the figure four leglock, and let me tell you a tap out was inevitable, but TJ came flying off the top turnbuckle and knocked the wind out of me, subsequently getting the pinfall victory. I felt like crap afterward, but that's when I started becoming that fast rising rookie that took DHW by storm. I went on to win numerous titles, become a double champion, headline two pay-per-views, and sell a whole lot of t-shirts. That's why i'm here today, will you be here in four years time like I am? Maybe, maybe not, we'll see.
*Greg Dixson emerges from the dressing room back in his regular clothes, thank god. He walks over to Dusty and begins yelling.*
Where is Rusty? When I find him i'm going to tear him apart, and he'll be bleeding like these damn blood capsules they sell!
Rusty would beat the holy hell out of you Greg, don't be ridiculous.
Well at least i'm really feisty!
Sure you are Greg, sure you are.
Lets get out of here.
I just have to say one more thing. Slayer, I hope you're ready, because you're in for the ride of your life.
Who are you talking to?
Forget it Greg...just forget it...