JP: We can now go backstage to see The Grudge...
Sully: A man who should be legacy champion already!
[ The Grudge stands in his locker room in his wrestling gear ready for his match. He gets heavy jeers from the crowd as he begins to speak looking dead straight into the camera.]
The Grudge: I've beaten opponents. I've earned my worth as number one contender. I've set it in stone that only one man in this company can better anything that I bring to the ring and that man is Leandro. I've hurt myself in bending my legs backwards to prove to Johnson, to prove to the whole fucking NLR gang that I am worthy and yet their decision is to doubt me...
[ He throws a fist at the locker, crushing it slightly with the power.]
The Grudge: I will not be fucking doubted. I will not be duped into facing guys like Fear, Exodus, Tony T forever. My calling is higher than this. My prospects are more than just to be a flash in the pan but to write history and manipulate this federation to be built around me.
[ His anger grows and he throws another fist into the locker.]
The Grudge: I'm a sitting duck. I'm in waiting. Leandro faces challenger he will chew and spit out with ease while I defend nothing buy my pride and undefeated singles record by facing guys like Fear. By having to prove over and over again why I should be in contention for the legacy title.
[ This time no fist is thrown in anger, instead it is head. It connects denting the blue metal of the locker and making thickish blood trickle from his head, down his face a little. He stares into the camera once again.]
The Grudge: I'll fight night in and night out but I will not be FUCKING held down forever. I dealt with that shit in MWF. I'm fucking bigger than that now. Things have changed. My existance isn't as a hopeful mid-carder but as a pillar-stone. As a fucking messiah in this company. And I'm still having bubbles blown at me while Leandro sits in waiting. Waiting for the only man who can take his title to step up.
[ He lets the blood run down, gathering on his upper lip.]
The Grudge: What the hell is up with this place? Tonight I will go out to that ring and phsyically destroy Fear. Bring him to his slow and painful demise for your entertainment. Is that what you want? To see blood spurted because of my anger. Because of my fucking rage.
[ He smirks a little, still angry however.]
The Grudge: Then that is what you'll get. Innocent blood to stain your mats. Mats that I should be the king of. Leandro watch tonight because Fear is the first sacrafice, I've said it already, but it's the truth.
[ He pokes his tongue, out licking the blood up.]
The Grudge: Watch me align my power with my pain...
[ He bows his head as we go back to ringside.]
JP: Jesus christ that man's derranged.
Sully: But he is hell bent on getting his vengeance for the pain Leandro has put him through.
JP: And I'm sure it has nothing to do with jealousy.
Sully: Guys like me and Grudge, we don't get jealous!
JP: Anyways, After the break we see The Grudge taking on Fear in the gripping quarter final. Be right back!
