Hall, Collins, Herman, whatever your name is...
(As the camera shot begins, the first thing we see is the setting, the camera pans along to reveal a familiar scene, the older style wrestling gym Eric McRae calls "home." Wrestlers are seen working out as McRae walks into the camera's focus and begins to speak...)
Donny Hall...errr...Collins, hell I don't care if its Herman, whatever the hell your *******ed name is, we both knew that a clash between us was inevitable. In fact I'm surprised to see that it didn't happen earlier.
(pauses to sip some water, then belches)
What I know is this...neither of us wanted this match at Blood Bath. We both know that the 20 Man Blood Bath match is a bigger and better thing than this "feud" we have going on. That match isn't some petty storyline, that match is for everything. And I know you wanted to put your best effort into that match just as much as I do. But regardless of that, you and me got ourselves a little showdown as a little appetizer for the Main Event.
Now after last Main Frame when I had to team with that freak Marshall Snow...and by the way...
(he then appears agitated and starts to raise his voice, as if the very thought of Marshall Snow aggravates him)
WHAT THE HELL IS HE? OR WHAT THE HELL IS IT?
That dude was freaking me out, I just wanted to get the hell out of there before he tried to kiss me or something.
(then tempers his mood, and stares coldly into the camera)
But along the way, I evened the score. I pulled the Donny Collins-special roll-up with tights in hand. The ref didn't see it, and me and Donny pulled even in the race. But I got some news for you Donny...it ain't over between us. It ain't over by a long shot. I told you that I wasn't just going to beat you, I was going to destroy you. And after Blood Bath, you won't be jumping up after our match and complaining to the referee about how I grabbed your tights. You will be on your stomach screaming to the ref to stop the match because you're locked up in the Texas Cloverleaf. And if by the grace of God I somehow find the will to let you out, you will be carried out of that arena.
(starts to walk away, towards the exit of the gym, he then pauses, and turns...)
By the way, if you can't wait 'til Blood Bath, you'll know where to find me.
(He gives the camera a simple smirk, turns and walks out of the gym. The camera pans over to a poster on the wall advertising Blood Bath, then fades to black)
