(Victor Molotov stands in the shadows)
MOLOTOV: Two and a half year.
It's been two and a half years since I last set foot in a professional wrestling ring.
Two and a half years since my neck was broken....
BY A CLOWN!!!!!
Two and a half years years since I was told I would never walk again. Two and a half years since the steel rod was inserted into my spine. Two and a half years of Hell and suffering.
Two and a half year of forcing my body to do the impossible. Two and a half years of recovery. Two and a half years to make myself better than before.
Two and a half years of hate. Two and a half years of bile. Two and a half years to plot my revenge.
...On this sport. On this country.
On all of you.
Mighty Impala. Another time, another place - you and I might have been kindred spirits in our disdain for this culture.
Today - you are nothing but the first of many to fall to my fury.
THIS SPORT IS NOT ABOUT STEEL CHAIRS OR "OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE" OR WHO CAN DO THE PRETTIEST FLIPS OFF THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!!!
It is about structure. It is about rules! It is about being about to enforce your will over the will of others inside the confines of a squared circle. It " oris about ordered destruction.
Impala. You shall be an example. And example of what can be accomplished when one trains and perfect his skills with the utmost concentration and discipline.
Impala. I shall cripple you. And I shall do it without once straying from the rulebook. Without one clenched fist. Without one delayed break. WITH ONE "FOREIGN OBJECT" OR "STABLE RUN-IN"!
I shal walk through each round of this "Wrestling Tournament" and I shall cripple each and every one of impure heathens CLOWNS that I face.
America! You don't know wrestling. You don't know combat! You don't know DOMINANCE!
But you shall learn - for Victor Molotov shall unveal it to you.
FTB