You really wanna' roll?
Fade in from black. The present shot reveals John Miller, who slowly walks down a path next to the Thames. A cigarette dangling from his lips, a black skullcap tightly hugging his head, John walks with his head high, staring straight ahead of him. It's obviously cold out... Miller has his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, and the mass of vapors that escape his lips are most likely a combination of smoke and breath. The cameraman walks alongside him, giving us a side shot the entire time. As John speaks, he never turns to address the camera.
Miller: You know Boogie, a lot could be said this match. Some might say we're going to kill each other. Some might say this one's gonna be a bout for the ages. I say you and I are gonna' handle business, plain and simple.
John takes a longer hit off of his cigarette, then resumes speaking.
Miller: But Boogz, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret... I'm a little cautious as to the current situation. You want to settle this... and so do I. But there's a little something that's been buggin' me lately. I asked for a No Interference, Hell in a Cell match. I look at the card the day it's released... sure enough for some odd reason, the "No Interference" bit's been dropped? Don't know bout you, Boogie, but that raises MY eyebrows.
What's it mean? I dunno' Boogz, maybe I'm paranoid, but when overindulgent assholes like that self righteous Troy Windham start flapping their gums in my direction, I've gotta think somethin's up. I'm not underestimating you, Smallz. I know exactly what you're capable of, and I know I can deal with it. But you ever stop tokin' for just one second to think about the other factors? You don't, and I'm sorry to say you just might not be the World Championship material you think you are.
I've got my sights set on you Boogie, there's no doubt about it. But that doesn't mean I can't be ready for some (beep) to come up out of nowhere. Here's the deal, man. Not only does this (beep) with Windham concern me, it more than likely concerns YOU too. I more than half expect for someone to step up during OUR match Boogie, and attempt to use this as their opportunity to stir (beep) up. Let's look at the facts, Smallz. We're in the biggest match of the year, on undoubtedly the biggest card of the year, being watched by quite possibly the biggest wrestling audience ever. You don't think someone's gonna' see that as their chance to hit a cheap shot?
There was never a doubt in my mind that bringing in other people from other associations would cause some problems around here, Boogie. But just because I knew it would happen doesn't mean I wasn't going to prepare for it. You talk about CSWA... you know how they roll. Like you said, they made you wear a pair of bell bottoms and dance under a disco ball or two. What's to stop them from trying to one up GX-Dub at our own event? Why you think I MADE these stips? So douchebags like Windham couldn't come in and (beep) with things. Now, it's just as much your problem as it is mine.
You talk about working to be where you are, earning everything you've got. Well guess what, Boogz? Here's a quarter... call somebody who gives a (beep). I've done it too, and while I can't speak for you, I know I'll be DAMNED if I let someone get involved in this match that doesn't belong there. These other guys Boogie, what's gonna stop THEM from attempting to do what we did? They want to earn their shots just as bad. Ever think 'bout that, Boogz? Know that feeling you have inside of you right now? The want, the desire you spoke of earlier? Guess what... you're not the only man who feels it.
Like I said, just seems kind of odd to me that they casually forgot that part of the match. Whatever man... I can already tell this (beep) doesn't even matter to you, why should I try explainin'? Look, bottom line is this... if you want this belt as bad as you say you do, then you better damn well be ready to do whatever's needed for a fair shot. This was supposed to be one on one. That's the way I'd like to see it go down, at least. But apparently, that good ol' "system" you referred to in day's past seems to have reared it's ugly head. Just don't be (beep)in' surprised if you've suddenly got other matters to think about come match time.
You're right Boogie... I don't respect you. Not in the slightest.... but that could change come Battleground. You step into that match with me, go toe to toe with me for however long it takes, and after that bell rings, you've earned my respect. Win or lose, doesn't (beep)in' matter.... as long as we settle this (beep) OUR way, then I've got no problem extendin' my hand. But on the other hand, you throw anyone else in the mix, and you can toss that (beep)in' idea right out the damn window.
This is a match you earned, Boogie.... I'll give you that. But what good is it when all of that becomes tainted? What the (beep) is it going to matter if one of us walks out of that door with the world title above our head, knowing it wasn't pure? Hope you can part from that blunt you're smokin' right now to comprehend this, Smallz. I want EVERYONE... and ANYONE... to hear this. This goes out to anyone in the back, anyone in the locker rooms... no matter who you are. Boogie and I enter that cell at Battleground... if for one (beep)ing instant I catch wind that somethin's not right... there'll be hell to pay. You hear that Boogz? I know you're not one for siding with me, but you've gotta at least appreciate this one. At Battleground Britain, if any mother (beep)er interferes in this match, in any WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM...
John stops walking and turns towards the camera. His eyes are intense, his stare is piercing.
Miller: .... I will personally whip the living (beep) out of you. This is between ME and YOU, Smallz, and if anything, I want you to (beep)in' know that. I don't want you walkin' out of that cell sayin' "I got beat and it wasn't fair" or "I lost because some muthackufa' got in my biz". No Boogz, I'm not lettin' it go down like that... and neither should you.
It's fine to be focused. It's fine to wanna' close in on your opponent only, and if I had to respect you for any reason right now Boogie, that'd probably be it. Needless to say, I don't... but that's beside the point. All that matters is you and I need to take care of this, because (beep) is gettin' out of hand.
You want me to beg for forgiveness? What the (beep) do I need to be forgiven for, Smallz? Sorry to say Boogie, I'm not repentant over the fact that my goal is to kick the living (beep) out of you. I don't hide it, I don't sugarcoat it... there's nothin' else to it. See, I don't want your forgiveness, and you shouldn't expect to receive mine... that's not what I'm after. If you're on your hands and knees in that cell, it's not gonna' be from you trying to beg for a pardon... it's gonna be from me whipping your ass to retain my title.
You keep lookin' for your little sign of weakness, Boogie. Search and scour... because you'll never (beep)in' find it. You wanna come on in for the kill? I'm tellin' ya to. Go ahead, b*tch... make my (beep)in' day. You wanna' shut my mouth, then by all means, be my guest, Smallz. I'm (beep)in' waitin.
You said somethin' in your latest promo about your impact on this business, and how I can't take that away. You're right Boogz... but you're headed in the completely wrong direction. I'm not TRYIN' to take anything from you... I'm holding my (beep)ing ground. You came after MY title, to take something that I would guard with my (beep)in' life. You made it your goal to take MY spot in this business as GXW Unified Heavyweight Champion. THAT, Boogie, makes you my enemy... and puts you on the top of my (beep)in' list.
You question my focus for this match? See how much doubt you've got in your mind when I'm stomping your head into the (beep)in' floor. Just because I'm lookin' PAST you doesn't mean I don't (beep)in' see you. I know EXACTLY where you are, Booger. However, it doesn't end with you, now does it? Life can't be put on hold just because we're in the most talked about matchup of our time. If Troy Windham wants to make claims he can beat my ass, then so be it to let him (beep)in' try after our match.
You're right about this being YOUR time, Boogie. You've gotten in line, waited your turn, and now you're number's been (beep)in' pulled. So what're ya' gonna do after this one, Smallz? Sit the (beep) back down, that's what.
You wanna prove me wrong? Wanna' tell me one more time just how confident you are that you're walkin' out of that cell with my title? You need to learn somethin' Boogie... when I say somethin', I damn well mean it. Do I "want a war"? You're damn right I do, Smallz... and if you ain't prepared to give it to me, then you better just hike your ass back to your pre-tournament days. "You ain't the one?" Oh but you ARE, Boogie, and now you've gotta deal with it.
John finishes his cigarette and tosses it out of the frame.
Miller: See ya' at Battleground, Smallz...
John gives one last look towards the camera, then walks out of the shot in complete silence. Fade to black.