You know what hurts the most? What really gets inside my skin? It's that nobody saw this coming. How long do you beat an egg before it breaks, how long do you turn the hourglass before it runs empty? If you kick me, do I not wince? If you strike me, do I not bleed? How many months do I have to be kicked and struck and made to look a fool? How many months of torment and abuse before I'm expected to take a stand? I've been tricked, confused, cheated.... I'VE BEEN LYNCHED WITH A CHAIN! Did you think the fool would remain a fool when you treat him like a catamite!? I have been VICTIMISED. Talon set a precedent, The Enigma came into my home with the sole intent of ruining everything I was.. For months the lead piping became my dearest friend, the wounds it left were love-bites on my face.. And for what? To fuel his blood feud with the Cult, to gain power and influence. Yet all he achieved in his endless onslaught was to let lesser men see in me a way to make themselves important again. Because the funny man laughed and smiled, and told a good joke. The funny man took all the beatings and humiliation and didn't have the fortitude or intuition to return the favour.. the funny man just thought it made him popular. The perfect punch bag for the brutes and the sadists. There's only so far you can push a man before fortitude and intuition become redundant and instinct takes over. And EJ Slayer, you pushed a man too far. You came into the OWF.. you came into MY HOME, Eric.. and you took the OWF's mascot and you strung it up like a macabre trophy for your Movement. And why? Because I took a stand. Like every bully you are a coward, afraid only of those that stand up against you. And isn't that what I did when you threatened my fri-... when you threatened Doc Holloway? When you took Talon from me, I came against you. And the degradation you felt that day made me a victim in your eyes. The Jackrabbit would be the first that you cast down, the first to bleed for the cause of the Movement. And I bled for you, EJ. Pitter patter, pitter patter, all the drops were yours. The chalice for you to pass to The Saviour, to pass to Redemption, to pass to Talon. But you bled me dry, Eric, YOU BLED ME DRY! And so came the Fatemaker to restore what you took, to put right what you have broken. And to take back the Outsider Wrestling Federation from a group of glorified bandits! You gave me the means to my salvation, Eric. The steel was cold on my skin, but as I hung there by the throat, I looked down on you. I was above you, and your Movement cronies. I was elevated, and the chains did that for me. They embraced me where you had rejected me, they REDEEMED ME! And I knew then what I must do. You don't need to tell me how it felt, Eric, to hang from the rafters. You don't need to describe how the chains killing the circulation of your hands, your feet. I know too well the blood rushing to your head, the last vestiges of a concussions thrumming back into your skull. I wasn't redeeming you though, Slayer. I was condemning you. But it sickens me.. it brings a bitter burning into my stomach.. to know that EJ Slayer is probably lying in a San Antonio hospital someplace, still underestimating my capabilities. That's alright, Eric, that's alright. I don't seek your approval, I don't seek the approval of the men and women on this roster. The OWF is my approval, I fight their battles, I fight their wars. Whilst the self-important pariahs only now open their eyes to the threat in front of them, I have been here ALL ALONG! Do they flock to our cause, do they run to support their warrior in the battle against evil? No. I am the front line against the Movement. I am the back line and the middle line too. I am alone in the trenches, the only resistance that the OWF needs against the insurgence, the vaccine against the disease.. I am the only cure to you, EJ Slayer. And my OWF has given me Campus Chaos as my battleground to win the war that you started. The democracy of apathy has asked for you to be bound to me by chains, EJ. They have voted for us to be strung together, and who do you think that is for? Who do you think was going to run? You've dodged your judgment for three long months, letting the Jackrabbit fight your battles instead of battling against you. But on Sunday there are no more battles for me to fight except the coup d'etat. You are MY PUPPET now, EJ. You are bound to me on Sunday that I may make you jive, make you dance to my beat. When I say jump, you will jump. And I when I say fall, you will fall. After months of buckling the OWF to your whim, you will know how it feels to be at the mercy of another. For the chain is my companion. It is my solace, my support. The chain is my SOLDIER, Eric, and at Chaos Campus it will FIGHT for me. It will whip, it will strike. It will cut and restrict and suffocate. And when the chain has done to you all that you deserve, your fate will be sealed. And I will end you, my puppet, and I will send you back to the rock from under which you crawled. But it will need end with you. It will not end with Campus Chaos. It will not end until I lay the hand upon the Movement that I lay upon Slayer. I have been reborn to cut the cancer from the OWF, and like a knife in the night I will do just that, never blunting until the task is done. After the hyenas are done fighting one another at the Pay-Per-View, cast aside your aspirations to be the best in the Quest, Movement. Cast aside any dreams of crowning Adam Wilson, of crowning Drake Munday, of crowning The Enigma Talon. Because my aspiration.. my dream.. is to abdicate each of you, one by one. I am the vindicator of your crimes, I am the Jackrabbit, the Fatemaker, and I am... unchained..