Respect!

[The scene opens up in a small gym at the corner of Brookville Ave. and Franklin Rd in the suburbs of Indianapolis, Indiana. The gym is called "Knocks." There is a misty smell in the place. Only three people are currently in the gym. A man is in the ring with what's looks to be his trainer. The two are practicing foot work for the young boxer. The other person is in the corner of the gym hitting a weight bag. The man is about 6'7"/285 lbs. He holds his head lower while he just lets lose of the bag. Exploding with right after right after right, throwing a left in the middle. He hits the bag with rage. You can almost see the rage falling to the floor with each and every punch. A camera approaches the man. The man is the sick, twisted, sadistic son of a bitch known as Patrick Webster. Webster stops hitting the bag and grabs a towel off a nearby bench. He sits down and motions for the camera to come in close. With a smirk of his face, Webster looks up and begins to speak...]

Patrick Webster: I've learned alot of things since I started wrestling. This dates back to when I started in middle school. Wrestling is all about respect. Respect can have several different meanings. First off there is personel respect. I used to have respect for both Pyro and Reaper. I used to, emphasize used! Respect also can deal with one person's performance. I know that both Pyro and Reaper can perform. I have been in the ring with the both of them one way or another. The last kind of respect I think would have to be professional respect. I respect them as atheles in Internet Championship Wrestling. I do. They don't act very professional, but they are. I haven't heard from Reaper about Crossfire, but I did hear what that bastard and current ICW World Title Holder, Pryo said. I never said I was the best at anything. I did say that I was the greatest ICW Hardcore Champion of all time. And if anybody has anything to say about that. Throw me a line. Gettin back to the point. I've never said I'm the best. I can't said I have held 17 title in ICW. I have held three. The ICW Intercontinental Title, the ICW Stables Title with you, Pyro, and of course I held the ICW Hardcore Title for 81 days. Another thing is, I never said I was World Title material. I'm not like every other dumbass rookie who thinks he's tuff shit and deserves a World Title shot. I had nothing to do with this match. You cost me my title. You gave me a shot. Reaper screwed up that opportinuty and Mr. D made this big main event for Crossfire. Did I ask for it? No I didn't. I guess you some people's eyes I earned it. Payback, is not the main thing I my mind. It's going to be great though. I have many different ways of ending your cocky ass. I've ended two careers in the last three pay-per-views. I know you don't care, but I bet Glen "H.E.A.T" Southam and Enigma care. I've put them out of what they do. We wrestle, I took that away from them. Am I proud? Damn right I am. You would be too. You and Reaper know a ton about each other. Think I give a damn. This isn't rocket scientists. First off, I get Reaper about 35 feet in the air. In my domain, with nothing but the mat below you. Have you ever been 35 feet in the air with this son of a bitch. I'm not all there. Then, a Pyro Rule's Match. Lemme see, I have to burn your ass seven times I do believe to win? Can't be that hard. I've been on fire before. Look at the scar of the side of my face from Enigma at Beach Brawl 2000. I'm not afraid of fire. I'm not afraid of the Scaffolding Match either. I've been thrown off the Spikertron. That's higher than the Scaffolding. I known I can take that fall. The cage thing is fairly new to my offense. I was in a Cage match with your bitch buddies, Rage and Cage with Reaper. And you fucked me over in that match too. Well, I haven't played with the big boys. There isn't many big boy's left. Pyro, HHH, Reaper, Jericho, Chairsman, that's it. I'm the kinda people that is going to carry this federation into the future. You know it, the staff knows it, the fans known it and most importantly, I know it. There is nothing you can do about that. I'm the fastest up and coming star in Internet Championship Wrestling. Out of all these new guys, nobody is on my level. I'm all alone. I know I'm not up to yours and Reaper's likes. I'm right below you. Then there is the rest of ICW. Name one of those rookies that can beat me. You have the Shocker guy wanting to throw people off the Spikertron as a match. What the hell? He must not know what's going on. Been there and done that. It's old news to me. Like Pryo's World Title Reign. You have held the title long enough. Hell in A Cell, all that is is the one and only Innovator of Violence, Patrick Webster bottled up. With the space to explode all up in your ass. Remember I'm the sick, twisted, sadistic son of a bitch that jumped from a ladder through a announcer's table to beat Ming Chee. I hit the Fatal Fall off my truck through two flaming and tumbtacked tables. I threw a man face first to the mat from 25 feet in the air. I have to fear and I see no fear. There will be bloodshed. I will make your asses bleed. I will spill blood in First Union Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. If I decide to fly off the Scaffolding come crashing down on your asses then I will. A 6'7" 285 lbs. of a stupid son of a bitch is coming at you like a big missile. Your the words of the ICW World Champ. "Your goal isn't to win." I may of just called myself stupid before. I know what is a stake at Crossfire. It's going to be Hell on Earth. The gods won't even be able to predict what is going to happen. All I know is that, we will get hurt. The fans will get there money's worth. The three of us will get what its worth as well. I get to beat your asses and I get the chance to walk out with the ICW World Title. You will respect me. Beat me if you can, SURVIVE, if I let you.

[Webster whips his face off and throws the towel back into a blue duffel bag. He stops and says a few words to the two people in the ring. Webster heads out of the door and hops into his 2001 Chevy Silverdo Ext-Cab 3/4 ton two-toned blue, and drives off to get ready for Crossfire.]