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(FADEIN: GUNS sitting in his ranch in San Antonio, chuckling.)
GUNS: Eli Flair...you've decided you want a piece of me? (Chuckles.) That cage match really did mess up your head, didn't it, boy? You and Troy Windham both, because don't think I didn't take note of him runnin' his sorry mouth at me...from a HOSPITAL BED. A hospital bed that you put him in, Eli Flair. Good for you. But let me ask you somethin', Eli? You think you can do that to me? (Laughs.) You think you can put ME out? You think a few BROKEN FINGERS are gonna stop me from what EYE came here to do?
You got another think comin', Eli Flair...because I'm NOT the bastard child of the Windham family. I'm the Strongest Arms in the World, son. I'm Third Row, Inc. I'm the judge, jury, and EXECUTIONER of the CSWA. You wanna stand in my way? You think you can beat me down? NOTHING is going to stop me from what I intend to do here, Eli. I think that was made pretty well clear last Primetime. Mike Randalls hit me with his BEST SHOT...and I came back out the very next MATCH and did EXACTLY what I told the world I was gonna do to Wicked Sight. I beat his ass down, and I cost him a shot at the World title.
But, Wicked Sight doesn't know when to leave well enough alone, does he? Because he came out...and he cost me a match against Shane Southern in Anaheim. Maybe Sight's not as dumb as he looks...maybe, just maybe, he was smart enough to understand that I wasn't done with him by a LONG shot, so he may as well get his moral victories where he can get 'em. But, then again, maybe the boy's just a glutton for punishment. Kind of like you, Eli.
You're still recovering from one of the most brutal matches this place has seen since me and Randalls did our worst to each other. And now you're callin' ME out? Eli, you tell your little foul mouthed wench Ivy to keep the medicine cabinets stocked with all the Vicodin you used after Anniversary and THEN some, because you're gonna need it. You may think you're the man now because you beat up Troy Windham, but when I get through with you at Primetime, boy... you're just another souvenir for some lucky fan...courtesy of Third Row, Inc.
GUNS: Eli Flair...you've decided you want a piece of me? (Chuckles.) That cage match really did mess up your head, didn't it, boy? You and Troy Windham both, because don't think I didn't take note of him runnin' his sorry mouth at me...from a HOSPITAL BED. A hospital bed that you put him in, Eli Flair. Good for you. But let me ask you somethin', Eli? You think you can do that to me? (Laughs.) You think you can put ME out? You think a few BROKEN FINGERS are gonna stop me from what EYE came here to do?
You got another think comin', Eli Flair...because I'm NOT the bastard child of the Windham family. I'm the Strongest Arms in the World, son. I'm Third Row, Inc. I'm the judge, jury, and EXECUTIONER of the CSWA. You wanna stand in my way? You think you can beat me down? NOTHING is going to stop me from what I intend to do here, Eli. I think that was made pretty well clear last Primetime. Mike Randalls hit me with his BEST SHOT...and I came back out the very next MATCH and did EXACTLY what I told the world I was gonna do to Wicked Sight. I beat his ass down, and I cost him a shot at the World title.
But, Wicked Sight doesn't know when to leave well enough alone, does he? Because he came out...and he cost me a match against Shane Southern in Anaheim. Maybe Sight's not as dumb as he looks...maybe, just maybe, he was smart enough to understand that I wasn't done with him by a LONG shot, so he may as well get his moral victories where he can get 'em. But, then again, maybe the boy's just a glutton for punishment. Kind of like you, Eli.
You're still recovering from one of the most brutal matches this place has seen since me and Randalls did our worst to each other. And now you're callin' ME out? Eli, you tell your little foul mouthed wench Ivy to keep the medicine cabinets stocked with all the Vicodin you used after Anniversary and THEN some, because you're gonna need it. You may think you're the man now because you beat up Troy Windham, but when I get through with you at Primetime, boy... you're just another souvenir for some lucky fan...courtesy of Third Row, Inc.