The next in a line of many...

So insignificant. They don't even realize it. In the end, it all comes down to one plan... that plan is to finish off Tommy Levi. But instead of doing that, they've all tried to piss me off. Jim Donaldsby, Shawn Michaels, Damian Storm... and now Boyce of Reason...

Boyce of Reason had to be the hero. He had to try to stand up to me... he tried to... to... to fire me. Fire ME?!? For WHAT? What did I do? Not a God damn thing. Oh, I'm taking it too far, some have argued. Well, where were these people when Tommy Levi wasn't calling me up? Huh?!? Where were they when he was butchering a friendship? I'd say murdering a brotherhood is a million times worse...

A MILLION times worse... than moving around the ashes of a dead whore... And where were those critics, those people with their heads inserted up their asses... where were they when he broke into my house, and stole the ONLY picture I had of my dearly departed Lucia and my son Anthony? Where the HELL were they then?!? I'll TELL you where they were...

No, that won't do. I'll SHOW you where they were. In fact, I've BEEN showing you where they were. Hell, people. That's where they were. Burning in their own hypocrisies, their own double standards, their own... blindness. And so, I had to go to Hell myself. I had to go to Hell and back when I lost my ONLY photo of mother and child. I had to go to Hell and back when Boyce threatened to extinguish ANY shot I had of possibly gaining retribution from that cold, heartless bastard Levi. And since I had been taken to Hell so many times, and Boyce had done nothing, I felt it was only fair that I bring HIM along for the ride...

And he went, make no mistake... but he hardly went willingly. But he knew that if he fought it, it'd only get worse. Now he looks to end his nightmare again. He wants to make me pay. He wants revenge for what happened to his bride. He needs to save face. Boyce, you remember one thing... when that bell rings, and you look across the ring and see me, you should ALWAYS know that ANYTHING can happen. YOU of ALL people, Boyce, should've known that. And because you forgot... or chose to not acknowledge that... because you ALLOWED your wife to be harmed, you need to redeem yourself. So you feed me Storm's sister. What happens, Boyce, when SHE gets hurt? Because she WILL, Boyce. I won't have mercy on her, because I don't want her. I don't like her. I don't NEED her, like I need Storm. There won't be mercy shown on Justine Madrox tomorrow night. There will only be venom filled strikes... all of which had been reserved for Tommy Levi...

But you just had to be the hero. Congratulations, Boyce... you've declared war on me. And in doing so, you've allowed the most important person in YOUR life... and as of tomorrow, the most important person in HER life... to be injured. All you had to do was feed me Levi. You just had to be the hero... the hero? Hardly. You're the enabler, Boyce. You're allowing me to do this, and though it should make everyone sick, they don't see it the way I do. You know me, Boyce... the hero. You know me... Levi... you know... better...