The Next to Fall.

Christopher Sabertooth will soon be a prime example of proving me right. It’s too bad he’ll suffer the same fate as Cynthia Rose after she stepped in a ring with me. After Ghost Organization took over, I’m sure the former Architects felt like there would be some kind of resistance. Some type of revolution to topple the new leadership, but the talent quickly realized that…their lives really didn’t change at all. Hell, some of their careers even changed for the better. They could go on with their matches and lives as usual, they just have to consult with different people. And these people actually know their place. They don’t try to take center stage. They don’t get involved when they don’t have to. They simply do their jobs. The talent realized that Wrestleworld under management was nothing but the same or even better. I can say that the man that used to lord over Chris’ division was the best out of them. Jaydayne Pendragon was the best they had, and that’s not saying much. But still, even when he left, Chris didn’t blink an eye. And he shouldn’t have, since he now has a Warden that will do his job better than Jaydayne ever could. He can now focus on keeping that Shogun Championship around his waist, and I’m sure he will. Because my sights aren’t set on it, that is. Ever since I won this championship, I’ve seen nothing but good in my life. And I can’t see anything but good in my future. Wrestleworld finally has an American Dream Champion that they can respect. I’m expanding my brand with the additions of Zeus and Silva. The doubters are soon to be silenced, and I will soon have wins over two of Wrestleworld’s champions. I’m what Wrestleworld needs. I see the path I’ll soon blaze through, and I know that I can follow through on every promise I make. As long as nobody sticks their nose where it doesn’t belong, that is. Or they’ll soon find it broken.

Next is Chris Sabertooth. Another Champion vs Champion match with our respective Wardens in our corners. I remember how the last match ended. Cynthia Rose’s challenger came out and fucked her over, and Chris, we both know who you’ll be facing for that championship at King of the World. If I were you, I’d watch my back a little more carefully. You never know what could happen. I remember the last time I tangled with the World’s Finest. I came out on top of course, but really, I had no side. I was there to be paid, and when the rewards stopped rolling in, I was out of there. But still, I’d like to think that your group knew what I was capable of back then. I lost my American Dream title shot back then too, but I was still good enough to dispose of Violet, Hana and Reno. We’ve all changed since those days, but I know I’ll still be their betters. Forever and always. And that won’t change when I meet the most competent man in The World’s Finest. Isn’t that right, Chris? But it’s really not about them. They can do whatever the fuck they want, the only thing I care about is keeping this championship around my waist. And beating you helps me do that. It makes people think twice, knowing that I’ve added a win over the Shogun Champion to my resume. They start to wonder if it’s really worth it, risking their health and safety for a championship they don’t have a chance at. You understand, right? When we face people for nothing but glory that we have no real reason to hate, it’s all about sending a message. Cynthia Rose was the vessel for the first. And you’ll be the second wave for the people that still don’t see it. The ones that write off the people I’ve demolished so as nothing won’t be able to do that this time, will they? I don’t think so. This second showcase of my skills will do nothing but turn more people to the truth. It’ll add another name to the list. And soon, nobody will be able to deny that I’m the best this company has to offer.

I’m sure you’ve heard too much about the nicer side of yourself. The fresh-shaven, kinder Chris Sabertooth just can’t compare to Havoc. I guess they do have somewhat of a point. He did help you win that title in the first place, right? And you barely scraped by your first defense. You won’t have that luxury against me, but don’t think you want it. We all have our own ways to get ahead. I have a couple of thugs, and you have a supernatural being inside of you. Close enough. But unlike me, you want to win by your own merit. After that title was in your grasp, you wanted nothing more but to prove yourself as more than a vessel for something stronger. And I’m afraid that I’ll have to set that goal back a little further. I think we all know that I don’t share those desires. I know I can do anything I want to do with the natural talent I have, but if the situation calls for something a little more immoral, it’s no skin off my back. I can work in the ring with the best of them, or I can blatantly fucking cheat. It’s funny to me that some people can’t do either. But in your case, Chris, I truly believe that you’ve achieved part of your goal. Even as just yourself, I know you’re a force in the ring. I know you’re a head above most of the trash Wrestleworld wants to call talent. That’s why it’ll make it so much sweeter when I maul you like I did everyone that stood in my path for this championship. It’ll make so much bigger of an impact knowing that even someone such as yourself still paled in comparison to Jay Jones. When you won’t be able to stop me, who will? Certainly not Jack Ranger, once we eventually meet in the ring. And certainly not the next dumbass that steps up to try to pry this championship out of my hands. Like a villager tries to steal from a dragon. If the champions of this company couldn’t do it, what makes them think they can? I’m sure as yourself, you can take on any of your challengers if they’re of the same quality as Devon Slayton. But against me, you’re just not on my level. You couldn’t beat Emmanuelle on your own. If you tried to prove that you could make it on your own all the way, you wouldn't even have that championship.

And even if you tap into that different side of yourself, you still won’t be able to handle me.

I’d love to mix it up with Havoc. He represents the pure unbridled aggression that most wrestlers don’t have. But I know that you won’t bring him out because the situation just isn’t desperate enough. A loss here means nothing, so you’ll take the chance to try and win by your own merit. It’s too bad. I know I would’ve taken care of him as well, and I wouldn’t mind a chance to prove myself right. But I guess you’ll just have to do. I guess it’s wise, keeping him away from me now, even if that’s not your main reason for doing so. You don’t know what I’d do to him. He could be damaged forever, and then who would win the big matches for you? You’d be stuck in the shadow of something that’ll never be the same. Smart move. I couldn’t imagine being mainly known for one part of me, and having that part of myself taken away. Stuck in mediocrity and losing. People can call me a lot of things, but I’ll never be mediocre. Keeping the one thing you can fall back on when everything goes wrong is a smart move, but don't get me wrong. You can do anything you want. Call in the World's Finest, bring Havoc out to play, you'll never be able to beat me. You might be a dominant force against everyone that challenges for that championship, but I'm simply on a different level. And if you want proof, just see what I did to reach this match. Fight fair, fight dirty, I'll outmatch you every single fucking time.

And that's something you share with everyone on this roster.

I know how it feels to be stuck under someone's shadow. But obviously since I'm more than you can ever be, I doubt you can even come close to my success. Throughout my early Wrestleworld career, I was always allied with something or another. Did it ever end well for me in the end? Fuck no. Because the best part of the group was always shoved to the side so the bigger attraction could fail. You'd think I would've learned from the past, but here I am with Ghost Organization. You know why it's actually working? Why I have this American Dream Championship and not choking repeated title shots in a row? Because I'm finally in the spotlight. Finally, these people revolve around me. I call the shots. And everything I say comes true because I'm simply the right man for the job. I was being wasted, behind people like Cash Corleone and Claudia Michaels. When I'm simply allowed to do what I want, look what happens? Dominance. My opponents never stood a chance. Under the command of others, I did what I could. But when people work for me instead of the other way around, we see results. One of those being when I won this American Dream Championship. And another will be when I drive your head into the fucking mat. Compared to me, can you really say the same? Can you really say that you've been as strong, as dominant as me? Of course not. And that's another reason why this match can't end any other way than a win. On your own, you're good but still a shell of what you are with Havoc behind you. But when I'm the one in charge, I become someone that nobody in this company can stop. You'll never amount to anything close to who I am. And that's how things should be.

Even though it looks like you're adjusting as you should, I know what you're thinking. You're the heroic type, and I know if things get a little too iron-fisted for your liking, you'll get the band back together and try to bring us down. It worked once, right? I can tell you right now that it won't fucking work. Trust me. This goes far deeper than a shitty queen and her peasants this time. And even if you make a chink in the armor, you still won't be able to touch me. I know what you're planning, and let me give you a little bit of advice. This shit is working, isn't it? I advise you to stay out of it and appreciate this better Wrestleworld for what it is. Because nothing you can do will ever make it go away. I've heard the things you've said about possibly needing to step in. Try it. If you can't even beat the people that defected from your little group, attempting to end Ghost Organization should be the least of your worries. The World's Finest is far from what it used to be and look at me. I'll relish the chance to send all of you packing when you don't take my advice. Take this Sunday as a realization. After it's all over and I've gained another win over a Wrestleworld champion, you'll know that you shouldn't even try. Anything you do will be futile. I'm sure this is a big test for yourself as well and I know you'll fail. To see if you can even exist in the same ring as me. If you can, maybe you might be able to put up a fight against the Ghost Organization. But if not...you know. And we all know the latter is true.

Even after your embarrassment against Sweet Melody, I'm sure you're feeling good. You're the Shogun Champion. And I can't wait to send you even deeper down. I can't wait to remind the world of the gap between me and the rest of the roster. Even on my own, I'm way, way above the rest. Relying on my own talent, I'm still what this championship deserves. But with Jack Ranger in my corner and soon to be in the palm of my hand, I'm truly unstoppable. I know you can't say the same, Chris. Because just like Cynthia Rose, you emulate weakness. And look where that got her. You’re too nice even when we know that darker side of you can be more. You show the world kindness when all they deserve is a punch in the mouth, and they take advantage of it. Just look at Sweet Melody. You and your group didn’t do them any wrong, did you? You showed them nothing but kindness and look what they did. It was going to happen either way. You should’ve been the ones to beat the shit out of them first. You show kindness to people and make yourself look like they can take advantage of you. That they can take that Shogun Championship away from you, and I know. That just makes you want to prove them wrong even more, but sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you’re just beat clean by the better person, and all because you gave them that confidence. But in this case, you don’t need to give me anything but the best you have. I’ll pin you all the same. If you kept that cutthroat attitude as Chris Sabertooth, maybe something more could be made out of you. But I guess you’ll just have to settle for being just another champion. Look at me, I have the entirety of Ghost Organization behind me. I have two monsters that give me even more of an advantage over the competition. Even the American Dream Warden will do whatever I ask him to do. This won’t end. But for you, this won’t last forever. You couldn’t dream of this. Sooner or later, it’ll all be over, and all you’ll be is a champion from the past. Replaced by a new, hot, young talent and I’m sure you’ll welcome them. Going the path you’re going now, you can only ascend so high. Your peak can only reach a point that I’ll soon make to look like nothing. How does it feel, knowing that your best can only be so good? The even sadder thing is that you don’t. You have no idea what I’ll do to you. But soon you will. Soon you and the rest of Wrestleworld will know. You’re going into this match confident that it’ll all work out. You have the fans, the World’s Finest, all behind you, and I’ll still walk out victorious. Everyone wants to see you win. I don’t think there’s a single person in that building that doesn’t want to see you shut me up. I’ve made every single wrestling fan fucking despise me, and their hatred only fuels me. It makes me want to send them home unhappy, and a win for you will appease that desire. You don’t need to make any mistakes. You can wrestle the perfect match, show why you have that Shogun Championship around your waist, and guess what?

It still won’t make a fucking difference.