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Hellfighter vs. Davis

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Hell has frozen over.

Fade in to the interior shot of a fully furnished, lavish hotel room in downtown London. There is a commotion, people are hustling and bustling all about the room, every person in disarray. A nurse comes flying through the shot, and at that point, the cameraman decides to follow her. We enter a room where Eric Davis lays on a large bed, an oxygen mask over his face, breathing heavily. He attempts to rip his mask off on multiple occasions, but the nurse keeps putting it back on. He gasps for breath, pausing every now and then to speak. His eyes are wide open, looking for an explanation from someone.

Nurse: Eric! Eric, calm down! Please, you need to be still!

Davis: [Gasp.] Wha... this... [Gasp.] Holy mother of God.

Nurse: What is it Eric... what the hell are you trying to say... what caused this?

Davis: [Gasp.] They...[Gasp.]

Nurse: They did WHAT, Eric?

Davis: [Gasp.] ... booked me in a match... [Gasp] against HELLFIGHTER.

The nurse stops what she's doing and looks at Eric with a "what the f*ck is wrong with you" kind of stare.

Nurse: You're such a prick. (Yelling to her fellow workers.) Pack it up... he's just a d*ck.

The expression on Eric's face turns to sorrow as he watches the attendants leave his bedside. He looks on until the door closes behind the last nurse, leaving only Eric and the concierge in the room. Davis looks over to him with a desperate stare.

Davis: I'm ruined. I'm freaking ruined.

Concierge: Sir, are you really that frightened to face this man in the ring?

Davis: You... [still slightly gasping for air.]... have no idea. The thought of having to carry a match with THIS retard in it just gave me a near heart attack. I'm all Terry Anderson up in this piece... and those damn nurses won't even take me seriously.

Concierge: Sir, it can't be that bad.

Davis: Can't be that bad??? CAN'T BE THAT BAD!?!?!? [Cough 2x] The man claimed to be baptized with unholy powerz!! I'm going to cry... this is quite possibly the saddest day of my life. I am seriously contemplating a walk off that balcony over there... this can't be freakin' happening. I went from DAN FREAKING RYAN... TO MICHAEL ... PATRICK... SCHUTT!!!! Get me the phone!

The concierge promptly fetches the nearest cordless telephone and hands it to Davis. He punches in a few numbers, then waits. He speaks into the receiver with conviction.

Davis: Dupree! What... the bloody... HELL?

[Pauses.]

Davis: Don't get upset??? Don't get upset?!?!

[Pauses.]

Davis: What the hell do you mean he's booked???

[Pauses.]

Davis: Wait... so you're telling me... I get Schuttface... and he gets Mark freakin' Windham???

[Pauses.]

Davis: Of all the (beep)ing people Chad... you just had to pick this one... didn't you? What heinous act did I ever do to you to deserve such a horrible fate?? I may pride myself on being the man who can carry the show... but this weight is unfreaking bearable! Why don't we just bring the gallows down to ringside for a live hanging while we're at it??? That's what this is Chad... it's career freaking suicide!!

Eric slams the phone down in disgust. He looks throws it out the window, straight over the balcony to the street below. The concierge looks on with a concerned yet frightened stare.

Davis: Sands gets Rabesque. DreamMaker gets Cross. What the hell does Eric Davis, number one ratings grabber and GXW savior get? A swift kick in the ass and a match with an oversized, mongoloid jesus freak!!! This was supposed to be a dream card! This was supposed to be my time to shine in front of the world! This is simply unreal... this can't be happening. This is all one big nightmare or something... it has to be.

Eric's gaze snaps to the balcony, then he immediately jumps ouf of his bed. The concierge tries to stop him, but to no avail.

Concierge: Mr. Davis... it's not wise to be moving about like you are right now... you need to relax.

Davis continues out to the balcony, where the cameraman is soon to follow.

Concierge: What are you doing, Mr. Davis?

Davis: I'm looking at the sky, dip(beep), what does it look like?

Concierge: May I ask why, sir?

Davis: I made a promise to a couple of the boys in the back once...

Concierge: What might that have been, sir?

Davis: Told them the day they saw Eric Davis step into the ring with Hellfighter would be the day pigs could fly. You stay here... you see any airborne swine you be sure to yell.

The concierge gives a confused look, and almost makes an effort to stop Davis from going back into the room, but decides against it. He simply fixes his suit and waits on the balcony as instructed. The camera, however, follows Eric back inside. Davis paces back and forth in front of his bed.

Davis: Oh this just isn't good... this just isn't good. Schutt, I don't even know if you're worthy of me speaking a single word about you... but for some reason I feel compelled to set things straight.

The panicking Davis paces faster as the seconds roll by, scratching his head, looking for some sort of answer to it all.

Davis: You... are a loser. ME? I'm a freakin' winner, baby! I do what I want, when I want, and it's all because I've earned the right to! I've earned my place in this business Schutthead... I've earned my right not to face no talent pieces of monkey crap such as yourself. I've worked too damn hard... for too damn long... to come all this way, and be reduced to THIS!

Davis continues to scratch his head, pondering a little more. His thoughts are obviously sporadic at this point.

Davis: But I... I guess I COULD use this opportunity to devastatingly humiliate you in front of the globe, in front of your peers. I'm sorry... MY peers. This could work out bible-b*tch. I COULD turn Battleground into the Hellfighter fairwell show... and quite possibly make it the most popular wrestling event of all time!!!

Davis starts grinning ear to ear. He regains his composure and relaxes slightly. He breathes a sigh of relief.

Davis: Ahhh... that's what I'll do. You know... it's really going to be ok after all, Michael. I'm going to run all over your ass, end your career, and quite possibly become the most well known and adored man in all of sports entertainment. Who could resist loving me after that one? I get rid of you, and the world owes me the largest debt of gratitude since the United States joined the war in 42! God... I'm a genius... there's no damn doubt about it.

Davis flops back onto his bed, hanging his arms out to the side. He is completely calm and relaxed, a far cry from what we saw at the beginning of the tape.

Davis: But don't get the wrong ideas schutteater, YOU'RE a flaming douchebag, and you always will be. Even the greatest match with me couldn't possibly save YOUR career. Yeah... you know those fans who were chantin your name a few weeks ago? I heard it was field trip day for the special olympics and they just so happened to pick that very arena for an outing. But hey Mikey... you can always say you've got SOME fan base, right?

Eric reaches over and grabs a bottle of Crystal which sits opened on his nightstand. He drinks straight from the bottle, swigging it as if it was water.

Davis: Oh, we'll meet at Millennium stadium, Hellfighter, and for one night you just might be considered non-jobber quality... but don't get your hopes up. Because quite frankly Patty, you're simply NOT phenomenal, and you most certainly DO suck. Peace.

As the camera starts to fade out, Davis sits up and holds a hand up to stop the process. He says a few more words...

Davis: Oh and Mikey, don't even bother feeding me that "you need the word of God" horse(beep) either, because I'll just wipe my ass with it as if it was a roll of Charmin. Be prepared for the end, bible-thumper.

Fade to black.
 
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"Feeling's more than mutual"

*{Fade In}

*{The scene opens inside a weight room where we see "HellFighter" Michael Shutt wearing white with black trim baggy Umbro shorts, a tight white tank top, and white Addidias running shoes, sitting on a Nautalis bench doing leg extensions. The camera shows that he has about 135 lbs. keyed into the machine. HellFighter is trying to help strengthen his already damaged knee as he prepares for his next oponant. As HellFighter lifts the weight up with his knee, he lifts with smooth rythmic reps; however, you can tell that HellFighter is still in pain after the pain he is still in after his match with Dan Ryan in the next round of the Countdown Tournament where he lost by the skin of his teeth by passing out from the pain. He finally stops finishes his reps. He slides off the bench and walks over to a duffle bag sitting on a chair, he pulls out a bottle of water. As he is drinking the sound of a cell phone ringing eminates from his bag in the tune of "Yours" by Toby Mac}

*I'm Yours
Take me as I am
I'm Yours
So take this space between
us and fill it up again
I'm Yours*

{HellFighter reaches in his duffle bag and pulls out his cell phone, he opens it up to answer it.}

HellFighter: "Talk to me."

{HellFighter listens on the other end for a moment}

"Fine, so I have a match for Battlefield Brittain, against who?"

{HellFighter listens, all of a sudden HellFighter's mood and emotion changes from determination into anger as he grips his cell phone tight enough to where his knuckles turn white. He grinds his teeth and his face turns red, but after a moment he calms down as he lets out a deep breathe as he looks up at the ceiling.}

"Fine, I've got Eric Davis. A match is a match. I don't want it but I'll take it. I'll show'em. I'll show'em all Win or lose, I will fight to the very end. Thanks for the heads up Chad, I appreciate it. Okay talk to you later. Bye."

{HellFighter hangs up his cell phone and drops it back inside his duffle bag. He walks over to the wall and leans up against it, he bangs his head three times up against the wall semi hard enough to where the bangs slightly echo throughout the locker room. A couple in the locker room glance over at him before continuing on with their perspective exercises. HellFighter just ignores their response as he looks at the camera.}

HellFighter: "If its any consolation, I'm not too thrilled about fighting Eric Davis one bit. I know he's not, but as upset as I am, I'm not as melodramatic as what he would be. I mean this from a guy that has to pretend like he's hyperventilating just to illustrate that he doesn't wanna fight me. Don't worry I'm not gonna do that. Let's just say I don't wanna fight Davis no more than he wants to fight me."

Cameraman: "Are you afraid of Davis? Do you think that he will defeat you?"

HellFighter: "No I'm not afraid of him. I have no reason to be. I just can't stant his attitude that's all. Another one of those guys who is all ego and nothing else. Who thinks he's better at everybody else's expense. You know, a real...

{HellFighter forces himself to stop from saying any curse words before he continues on.}

HellFighter: "...A Real Jerk. To be honest, there are alot more classier, better people that I would rather wanna face than Eric Davis. So he wants to go on a rant about how much he doesn't wanna fight me. He better take a real good look on the other side of the field because the feeling is more than mutual. The point being is that it's too late. The cards have been dealt, and you either play what you have or fold. Guess what Davis. I have never once folded in my career so I'm not folding. I'm not giving into the likes of you. I could very well lose, but I will always give the best fight of my life. I will fight in every single match as if it were my last. Davis wants to try and FINALLY end my career. He can go ahead and try. Many have tried and many have failed. Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment, maybe I just can't take a hint, or maybe...I refuse to to quit. When I fight, I fight to win, and I don't settle for anything less than my best. You can say that I'm not good enough all you want but once you set foot in that ring against me...all of the trash talking speeches won't matter."

{HellFighter pauses for a moment and then chuckles to himself as he looks and reaches into his duffle bag where he pulls out a peice of paper and a pen. He writes something on it and then walks over to the lense of the camera holding the peice of paper up in front of it.}

*Paper* S-H-U-T-T

HellFighter: "Do you see that Davis? That's how my last name is really spelled. There is no 'C' in the name. It is spelled just like that. Now for a guy who sweres all up and down that he is the ultimate GXW main event superstar and I am just a lowly jobber wasting his time. Just to make sure that you don't forget this. My name is Michael...not Patrick. Patrick is my middle. Michael is my first name. My name is Michael Shutt. Personally everytime somebody calls me Patty or Patrick. I look at people like you and wonder, 'who is this Patrick Shutt that everybody keeps talking about?' No seriously I wanna know. Anyway that's not important, what's is important is that Davis thinks he knows all about me and really he still doesn't know a thing. Now how does he expect to beat me at Battlefield Brittain when he can't even get my name right?

Tsk...tsk...tsk...tsk...

"Bottomline, you don't know anything about me. You think you do, but you think that I'm just gonna lay down and let a pompous, arrogant jerk like you beat me? Not without a fight. I am aware that I could lose, but I never admit it until I come across that bridge. If Dan Ryan last week wasn't any indication to you. I don't quit and I don't backdown...to anybody. I may lose, just not to people that go by the name Eric Davis."

"By the way, I wasn't going to feed any 'you need the word of God' crap as you so called it. In fact I never do that to anybody. They...including you just think that because I am a Christian, you think that I am gonna get on a soap box and start preachin. I never really start preachin. Remember, in this business, I'm athlete first, being a Christian just goes with the territory because it is who I am. Besides I can't tell you what you need or what you don't need. Only you can make that call. I'm just here. Nothing more and nothing less, but I'm not here to be your personal jobber...aka...your quote ***** unquote. I'm nobody's Susan!"

{HellFighter stops himself and just shakes his head before coming to what appears to be a realization.}

HellFighter: "You know, I could go on an on about Davis' promo and all of the things that he has said about me but to be honest I am taking away precious time from my training so that I can use that to make him before a permanant addition of the Millennium Stadium, so I think that I will stop for now. Besides I hate cutting these promos anyway. What's the point anyway? I don't work mics or cut promos. I wrestle and I fight to win to the very end."

"That's all I gotta say, and you can quote me on that, all of it."

*{Fade Out}
 

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Shutt your mouth Shuttface.

Fade in to Eric Davis sitting atop a double decker bus in downtown London. He rests comfortably in the corner seat, leaning back to let the wind blow through his hair. He is dressed in a designer suit, and his jewelry is near blinding its so shiny.

Davis: Patty, just when I think couldn't possibly go and make yourself look any more ridiculous, you prove me wrong. NOW I remember why we DO have you around this place... for the entertainment of it all. I'd tell you more about that, but it might hurt your feelings to know the guys in the back are all placin' bets on whether or not you can put together a sentence.

Speaking of grammar and vocabulary... just what the hell are you talking about when you say "my name's spelled without a c?" Wow Pat, that's frickin' great... but I don't ever recall spelling your name out on a promo before. You should know by now, it doesn't matter what your name is, you're just an opponEnt, and that's all you'll ever be.

Although, I do feel that sometimes those holy powers you baptized yourself in have had some sort of supernatural effect. Either that or your family belonged to the Three Mile Island community... because somethin is DEFINITELY up with your power of precognition. I mean jesus Patty, in your last promo, you had JUST learned on the phone that you had a match with me, yet mere seconds later, you had studied my response... without even throwing a damn tape in the VCR!!!

HOLY CRAP! Hellfighter really IS phenomenal! He really DOES exist on another plane...

Davis starts to whistle in a mock eerie tone.

Davis: Patrick, you're like some big mutant sideshow freak. I don't know how the hell you manage to do some of the things you do, but I gotta hand it to you... you're an individual, that's for sure. I mean, if there IS anybody else like you out there, I'm sure they're wearing a helmet and chinstrap, riding the short bus to school. But hey Pat, Mike... whatever the hell you want to be called, I hear that's an elite group. Way to go!

Davis grins widely and flashes up a big thumbs up sign.

Davis: Let me just clear something up Hellfighter... you really DO suck as bad as I say you do. Don't just think it's my "little ego" that's the reason for those words... you really do suck more ass than anyone who's ever stepped through those ropes before. Go ask any guy in the back... go ask any GIRL... hell Patty, get on your knees and pray to the big man in the sky, and I'm sure you'll see what I'm sayin. Ahh... I can just see it now....

Davis puts his hands together, as if he's praying.

Davis: "Dear god... there's this mean jerk who's calling me by my middle name instead of my first and I don't know what to do because I am hellfighter and I dont like to cut promos because promos are hard to cut but I'm so confused he calls me name that I don't like and me not happy but nonetheless he my opponant for battleground and i have to deal with him. And that's my prayer, you can quote me on it. ALL OF IT."

So then God's all like...

"PAAATRIIICKKK.... YOU HAVE DISOBEYED ME. I CANNOT HELP YOU... FOR YOU HAVE BAPTIZED YOUR SELF WITH UNHOLY POWERZZ!!!! YOU UNDOUBTEDLY SUCK."

Please, give me a (beep)in' break, Mike. I don't care how long you lasted with Ryan, or if you've gotten ANY better than you were before... that STILL means you suck complete ass in my book, no matter what. You're simply stuck, bro, that's all. And I mean, it's cool man.... some people were born into their class... you were born into... well... (beep). Guess it comes with the name, Patty.

Don't you get it, Shuttface? I can call you whatever the hell I want and it doesn't even matter. Wanna be a Michelle tomorrow? How about Patricia? I'm just lovin' this because it seems to agitate the (beep) out of you. And trust me, there's nothing funnier than a pissed off slow person.

I can say whatever I want, whenever I want, and it's always going to be the truth. Nothing you say matters for a (beep), and that's how it will always be as long as you're HELLFIGHTER MICHAEL PATRICK SHUTT. What you ARE, is a blowhole. Maybe drop the name, drop the act, and quit actin' like a frickin' retard... then you might be taken seriously around here. But until then, I guess you're stuck with "Patrick".

You eluded to the fact that "the cards have been dealt", Patty. That's a great metaphor... whatever... but what you don't understand... is that while you're still playin "Go Fish", I'm rockin out with some Black mother (beep)in' Jack. So in the spirit of all this talk...

21!!! Sucker.

Doesn't matter if you fold or not Patrick, you're still not going to win.... EVER.

Fade to black as Eric smiles confidently.
 

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Talk about your Lucky guesses (or is it?)

*{Fade In}

*{The scene opens inside a hotel room. The camera moves around to find HellFighter sitting in front of a laptop computer watching the remaining moments of Eric Davis' promo via a Windows Media player. HellFighter's mouth is in utter shock as he watches the moniter with surprise on his face. The camera moves into position, let's listen in.}

HellFighter: "Talk about your dumb luck. Oh my goodness, I can't believe that I actually guessed almost everything what Davis would say and I never once saw his initial promo that he cut on me, but yet I spoke as if I did. You know, it's funny how you just get so caught up in the moment, and you really don't catch what you say...until it's too late. Of course, the things that Davis says isn't new. It's old news. What he has been saying to me has been what every other yahoo said to me before him. I guess I just got used to it. It's like a broken record playing over and over again in my head. In fact Davis is just like everybody else. They're just like a bunch of broken records. They think that belittling me and saying the same negative comments to me over and over again is gonna prove something. It's not. I mean Davis calls it being a great mic worker and talking trash. I call it repeating a whole bunch of stuff that other people have said to me long before him. Or better yet, I see it as him being predictable while he plays the so-called quote bad guy unquote."

{HellFighter pauses as he leans back in his chair looking at the laptop as he thinks for a moment and then interjects.}

HellFighter: "But I have gotta know Davis, and maybe you can clear things up for me...

...Who in the heck is this Patrick that you keep talking about?

I mean you go on and on about this Patrick, and I'm sure if he's was listening to this...

{Motions to the screen}

...you really would of made him angry, but the point being is you haven't made me angy. Just like how you were amused at me, I am amused at you. I mean do you even know who you are fighting at Battlefield Brittain?"

"Eric, you are not fighting some guy named Patrick. You are fighting 'HellFighter' Michael Shutt. I mean you need to look at the card a little more closely because I think your missing something entirely."

"And for the love of all that is Holy, Stop with the whole Unholy powers thing. I mean first off that thing is long dead and buried. It wasn't funny when Zero did it. It's funny to you, but not to me. I guess some people are easily amused. I mean it's been almost two years and you are still bringing it up. Since then I have moved on with my life, got my life right with God, and I am trying to forget about all of my passed mistakes. I would like to forget about some lame joke that should of died when I laid that old life to rest, but it appears like you are unable to put away the past. "

"I mean grow up. I know that I have. I am a better person now, why are you wasting your breath and words trying to bring up what happened almost two years ago? To me that is gone, it's in the past, now let it be and get ready for this match. I know I have."

"You think that I suck. You wish I did. Sorry but I don't swing that way. So don't bring me down to your level....and what am I saying...

{HellFighter stops himself almost like he is rebuking his own words. He pauses before he continues on.}

"You know, I am not a trash talker like you. I never have been, and I am not the type of person to waste my time with idle words that really mean absolutely nothing come match time. Your speeches mean absolutely nothing, and when I step in the ring with you at Battlefield Brittain, you and your words will mean absolutely nothing to me. If you think that I am going to let your negative words get the best of me, keep dreaming because I'm fighting to the very end."

"So quit beating a dead horse with these lame jokes that are over two years old and get your head back in the here and now. That's where I'm at. I'm in the present, but I'm looking to the future. "

"It will have to take you to go above and beyond your best just so that you will come close to actually beating me. You better be at the top of your game because I know I will. For every negative word you say to me, it only makes me more geared and ready to beat you. I know you don't believe me now, but when your looking up at the lights while the ref is counting and I am making the cover, you will know that...

I am NO jobber...anymore...

"I don't mind walking into this match as the underdog. Everybody thinks that I am a lost cause and doesn't deserve to be in a match with you, but that's okay I just love to prove people wrong. I'm gonna do exactly that, and then some. Hey just don't go making excuses when I finally beat you Davis, I mean we all know what Excuses are...just like assholes, everybody has one. Keep frothing at the mouth Davis please so I can smack the words right out of it."

"Just remember who you are fighting Davis, and if you need ANOTHER reminder, let me type it in for you."

{HellFighter opens up a window to Microsoft Word and he types a phrase on the screen. The camera zooms in.}

"HellFighter MICHAEL SHUTT"

"Sorry but I can't drop my very identity, that's like saying for me to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger. That's what you are saying. Sorry but I will not commit suicide for your benefit."

"Yes I can, and I will win despite what your ego thinks."

"That's all I gotta say and you can quote me on that, all of it."

"And on that note, I hope that we can say case closed just like so."

{HellFighter stands up and puts his hands on his laptop where he shuts it. The camera fades out.}

*{Fade out}
 
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Christ Rocks (Throw up your devil horns.)

Eric Davis sits in his London hotel room, relaxing in a large leather chair. He leans back and sips some Crystal while straightening his new Armani suit. The large window behind the chair reveals the London skyline, but Davis' presence dwarfs it.

Davis: Awww... is somebody upset?

Eric leans forward in the chair.

Davis: Listen Shutt... you hear that?

Eric pauses for a few seconds, but no sound is heard.

Davis: That's the sound of the world's smallest violin... playing a tune for YOU.

Eric smirks then leans back once more.

Davis: Hellfighter, I know you're name's not Patrick. Yes.. yes... you're name's Michael... but the fact of the matter is I really don't care. It's the same as when I fought Jim-Bob Sampson... or that other fella'... what's his name... Dougie Smallz? I don't concern myself with such trivial matters... and I don't think you should, either.

You want me to go easy on you, Mikey? You want me to stop the whole "holy powerz" thing? Fine... but trust me, it was for your own benefit. Do you know WHY we drilled you with such attacks? Because at the rate you're going, you'll be stuck in the same abysmal spot forever. You want to keep the name Hell Fighter? Go ahead... seal your own mediocre fate.

So Mike, you don't have a way with words... we've determined that already. But for being so inept at speaking, you sure as hell do it a lot. Maybe the best thing to do would be for YOU to stop wasting your breath, and perhaps learn the value of silence.

I simply speak because I know I can. At least I have the intelligence to formulate a sentence of decent construction. You, on the other hand, struggle with the mere idea of conjugating a verb. You can't match wits with a Dragon, Shutt, so don't even try. You see, you're not just the UNDERDOG, Mike... you're the long shot. If I were to guess...

Davis puts his hand up to his chin, pondering for a few seconds.

Davis: I'd say you have a .00001 % chance of being victorious at Battleground. And please note, that percentage factors in the possibility that I might just not show up due to your obtuseness. My getting in the ring with you is a CHARITY, Michael. There's no denying you don't deserve to be in a ring with me, but I'm doing everyone a favor by putting you out of commission. And perhaps, that's the only thing that's keeping me from deserting this atrocity all together.

You're as stupid as you are ignorant. You don't think you're a trash talker? Please. Everyone in this business is one... it's unavoidable. But quite simply Mike, I don't have patience for those who think they're better than they really are. You keep coming up with statements like "i'm going to smack the taste out of your mouth", yet you swear you "won't be brought to my level". You're right Mike, you'll NEVER be on my level, as long as you live.

So what's all this jive about you being right with God? Last time I checked, God still hated you. Matter of fact, I asked him today... old geezer said you'd be better off just doing as I said by ending it all. So that's not just me speakin, Mike...

JESUS IS AN ERIC DAVIS FAN.

Matter of fact, I heard he's considering scheduling the whole "second coming" gig for Battleground, just so he can see me in action. Wouldn't that be a trip, man? To see the guy you've devoted your life to wearing an E.D. shirt? Bet he'd even let me borrow his pimp ass sandals... so I could kick your ass with style during our match.

Davis grins at the thought.

Davis: Listen Mikey, it doesn't matter how much faith you have... in a deity or yourself... you're going to lose one way or another. You've been pullin this whole "I'm right with God" thing for years now, and look where it got you. You're a second rate nobody who's been tossed to the wolves for one night in January. But you know Mike... despite all the bad things I've had to say about this matchup, it could be wonderful for you. I mean... this could be the match of your career, If I choose to make it that way. Hell, even winning the EWI World Title has got NOTHING on facing Eric Davis in the squared circle.

You know... I don't know exactly WHO it is that thinks you've still got a shot... or that you deserve to be here, but obviously it's someone. After Battleground, I'm gonna' make sure the thought never crosses their mind again.

Quit beating a dead horse?

Davis takes a sip of his Crystal. He swallows it, then speaks.

Davis: Maybe you should follow your own advice, Mike. Your ideals are ridiculous, your plans are ludicrous, and your way of thinking in general is just downright simplistic. What you need to do is take a long, hard look in the mirror. See that shell of a being that's staring back at you? Tell him to get his act together, because right now, he sucks more than words can explain. Oh yeah, then tell him Eric Davis and Jesus say "hi".

When the time comes at Millennium stadium for you to finally bow down before me... you'll have to look up into the stands and realize that God hates losers. And that's exactly what you are, Mike, one big, fat, no-talent, sausage smoking, beef bastin', knob slobbin' LOSER. God just doesn't forgive anybody Mike, only the righteous. Maybe you should consider your own worthiness...

Eric stands up from his leather chair, fixing his suit yet again. He walks towards the camera and says a parting word.

Davis: When all is said and done, Mike... it's not YOUR name you have to worry about... it's MINE you won't soon be forgetting.

As Davis walks off camera, we can hear him talking to someone in the background. "Somebody get Christ some ringside seats... I'm buyin'." Fade to black on the London skyline.
 

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