Joe.
Arm.
The two stare at each other then shake hands and greet each other.
How's it going?
Just fine, just fine.
Man I told Smoke in a promo we hated each other! haha.
Hate? Man that's a strong word. Dislike maybe, but yea we don't like each other, but we can tolerate.
Yea. So why'd you meet me here.
It's simple. You have no idea what you're going into Wednesday.
And when did I not know? I was pretty sure when I signed the match.
I know you don't have to worry about Smoke, but the Hell match...that's another matter. I know what I'm getting into Arm. I watched over your previous Hell matches. I watched the ones in BTW. And I can tell you this right now. When that Hell in a Cell lowers with all the other settings ready, this will be the most hellacious Hell match ever.
You do what you can man. I'm just tryin to warn you I'm experience in these things.
Arm gets in his own limo and Mandy gets out of Fate's limo after talking with them both and Joe and she go to their own limo. The three drive off their separate ways. In the car, Joe has the camera turned on again.
Smoke, It's time to teach you lesson 2 now. The Hell match. Let me break this down for you in simple terms, I know that you have already been in one. I know you lost. I know that you will lose again. Here's the skematics.
There Are no rules. This means I can take you and bloody you, I can use the ropes for leverage I can do whatever it takes to win. I can beat up the referee if I want. I know exactly how no rules works, believe me. I will use it all to my advantage. You will probably say I have to cheat to win. You know what? It's not cheating. It's legal! haha. I can do whatever I want. But here's the thing. I can use the ropes, I can knock the referee down if I see you escaping, then throw you back in the cage and when the ref wakes up you dont' win. I can do that. But I won't. You know why I won't do things like that? I'm better than that. But, I'm not better than bloodying you, torturing you, and making you wish you were dead. I take pleasure in doing that.
Hell in a Cell cage, wrapped in razor wire, barbed wire around ropes, beds of nails in corners This means that this is a evil structure. This means there is a strong chance that one or both of us will be maimed, injured or worse. And what I have planned guarantees it. I can run your head through the razor wire, then cut you worse with the barbed wire, then impale you on the nails. You will be bleeding like a pig and then I'll finish you off.
Timed Infernos...in 30 minutes the ring blows up The inferno. Man, it's gonna feel good watching your skin melt due to the heat. Pick your favorite gear cuz I will personally make sure it is burned into your body. Oh and my favorite part. The ring will blow up in 30 minutes. You know what I plan to do? After I tear you apart, which alone will take up to 29 minutes anyway. I will step away from the ringside area, and before you can react, BOOM! No more Smoke to worry the world.
Sadly, I have added a special bonus to this. You have to win, by pin, or submission. It is no more the Hell match where you have to run away. I don't want you to run Smoke, I want you to stay and fight. The referee will not let you out of that cage. You have to pin..ME. It's not an easy task. Ask anyone I've ever met in the ring. They will tell you. And while pinning is not easy, making me submit is impossible. I never quit Smoke. I don't care how much pain I am in. The only way you are going to beat me, is to knock me unconsious and make the pinfall. That won't happen, however, because I won't allow it to happen.
Now that I am done explaining to you exactly what will go down, perhaps I should take the time to now speak on your words. You talk a lot of trash Smoke. Too much. That's one of the reasons I plan to annihilate you Wednesday.
You made a good point. All who don't show up for their matches indeed are fired. But you forget one thing. I am the president of ICW. I cannot be fired! I own this company. Am I going to fire myself? I think not. But don't worry Smoke, you will still have me to deal with in the hell match. I've never backed out of a match in my life.
You say that the ICW board vowed to stop interfearance. Yes those words came out of my mouth. Once again however, I get to prove you wrong. Yay! You see, the match between Reaper and DLM, was a HARDCORE match. That means the rules don't apply. When The Demon interfeared, it was all part of the match. Why didn't I come and restart the match? Let's look at it this way. I'm a tough prez, and I am stubborn sometimes, but I'm not stupid. I mean am I going to stay in the back and just have you two assmonkies be pissed at me, or am I going to come out, restart the match and have Reaper, Demon, Toxic, Dawg, and Kanich pissed off at me? Exactly. I'm not stupid. I knew exactly what I was doing. Besides, I wanted DLM to lose that match to begin with!
Ah I knew you'd bring the World title match up. When you had REAPER, not Fate, down for the count pinning him, I looked away to escort Mantys away. Yes I knew I could have counted, yes, I knew you were trying to win. But damnit, Mantys was just causing such a terrible disturbance! hahaha. You think I care that you had the pinfall? I just wanted to piss you off. Oh, and I did. You gave me the Chariot Drive. That's when you screwed yourself. You see, I would have counted for you, I was just screwing with your head. But then you dropped me with the Chariot Drive. You think I'd count for you after you attack me? Damn straight I won't! I nailed you with a chair, nailed the One Step Closer, then fast counted for Fate. I screwed you over and I'll gladly admit to it. And you may think you'll deserve a rematch for the World title? Well, probably, but you have to earn it first.
Once again you came on with the Old man comments! Damnit are you mentally ill? 29 is not old. 29 is prime. You must be mentally ill to think this. Let's see. I'm guessing that The Rock is an old man correct? Or maybe Rob Van Dam is an octogenarian. I'm the same age as those two. Well The Rock is goin on 30, but that's not the point. The point is, if you see me as an old man, you're in for a rude awakening.
Next you threaten the World Title competitors. How is that going to help you? None. I'll say this right now Smoke, if you so much as look towards the entrance to head out there, I'm firing you. That goes for anyone. There will be a new ICW world Champ, it will be either Herb Gotti, or Cage. Smoke will never be World Champ, Gladiator will never be World Champ. At least not until you earn the shot and pin the champion. You go out there, you are fired. End of story. You want to try me, step out to the ring Wednesday night.
Hahahaha I am afraid of you? Did I hear those words come out of your mouth? Smokey Smokey Smokey! The day I am afraid of you, is the day I sell ICW to UWFX! In other words, I will never fear a punk like you. The reason I try to screw you out of greatness, is because I hate you. Hate and Fear are two different things and since you don't know what that difference is, you will learn. You disrespect me, I hate you. I mock you in every way because I see no good qualities of you whatsoever. Why I even keep you employed is a mystery to me.
You live by that phrase I'll live by mine. "Take out all obsticles" I have lived by that and it has got me everywhere I needed to go. It will lead me to the Hell match, it will help me run right through you.
Oh man now you posted something about my supposed "father" coming down to the ring and you beating the shit out of him. Smoke, my father is dead. He died when I was 10. Unless you somehow brought him back to life and made him look like he wasn't a pile of bones, you aint gonna be beating the shit outta him anytime soon. And you won't beat the shit outta me either. I will tear you apart Smoke. And then you will learn why you don't piss me off. I will be the master of the Hell match this Wednesday, and I will be the one that is respected. Why? Because I'm Joe Cool and I can.
Joe watches the last promo made by Gladiator on the limos and begins laughing his head off once again. Muttering comments he turns the TV off as the limo pulls up to his home and the scene fades.