| Todd Grisham | Excuse me. I was hoping to speak with Brian Kendrick about his upcoming match. But maybe I..have the wrong room?
| Tiffany | You're in the right place. Mr. Kendrick isn't here right now.
| Todd Grisham | And you are?
| Todd Grisham | He has a publicist?
| Tiffany | I'm whatever the situation calls for me to be. And right now the situation calls for me to be his publicist. He left me with a prepared statement for Mr. Foley that he told me to read.
| Todd Grisham | Uh. By all means.
After pushing up her glasses and clearing her throat she removed a sheet of paper from behind her back and began to read aloud.
| Tiffany | Ahem. "Mick Foley. I hate you and I think you should die. You are an idiot and I hate your voice. There is no room on this paper to properly describe how much I hate you, go die."
She neatly folds back into her jacket pocket, gives Todd a cordial nod and promptly shuts the door in his face. The interviewer looks back his camera man and gives a shrug of confusion.
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It's night here in Mexico City and we've gathered at or El Angel de la Independencia. It's supposed to celebrate Mexico's War of Independence that began 1910 and the most important heroes of the war. But I think it was only built for the singular purpose of being something for a pro wrestler to make an elaborate entrance from. Just look at it. It's about 148 feet or so, has an epic golden angel on the top of it's peak. It's dark out so it's even lit up like an amazing Christmas Tree. It's just begging for someone like HHH to burst out of to the wild cheers of the masses. Or someone like me.
I'll allow Raven to make my introduction as he does have such a way with words. He's positioned in front of the monument with his tattered, multi-zippered white jacket zipped up to his chin while a his blond hair whip's lightly about. A fashionable individual as well. The kendo stick he brandishes finds it's tip lightly tapped against the concrete at his feet.
| Raven | Prior to having his brains stomped out of his ear, Chris Jericho referred to me as a lacky. That couldn't be further from the truth. I'm simply someone who knows when it's time to step aside. My legacy is going to carried on long after I'm gone. Someone I'm passing on all of my knowledge to. Someone who is going to carve his niche at Aggression. And the name of that man..is Brian Kendrick.
Ah. Lovely. I step out from underneath the tower amongst a blaze of fireworks and it's quite an impressive display. Well, they are the best fireworks I could find for ten dollars. Those things legal here and easy to come by. Not to mention a few other things. Spreading my arms as the "world class display of pyrotechnics" spray at my feet and fill the air with ember, a bucket of confetti is dumped onto my head. Courtesy of the lovely Portia Perez who is seated upon a marble statue of a lion, another notable feature of the landmark. She's been hanging out with myself and Raven even more, even leaving her pals behind in the states. She dressed in her Flock starter kit, her usual ring gear with a leather jacket over it. I'm not sure exactly what I plan on doing with her just yet but that time is coming soon. With confetti and smoke in the wind, I gaze off into the city that surrounds us. I take a quick little inebriated twirl but I focus on the task at hand.
| Brian Kendrick | Mexico City. I thank you for the warm welcome I've been greeted with since arriving in your magnificent little wasteland. I know that as you sleep right now, you dream of me and you dream of my victory over Mick Foley. I consider myself the champion of the people no matter where I am in the world. And while your support is necessary for this challenge, I happen to be the acquaintance of someone who knows Mrs. Foley's baby boy better than most..
| Raven | I know you and I know you very well, Mick. We have a history together, you and I. We've been on the same side and we've also waged wars against one another. I've manipulated your mind, what precious little left you have of it, and I've ravaged your body. I know what you are capable of and I know just how deep your threshold of pain is. And every last detail I know about you I've told to him..
We exchange glances and cryptic grins. Oh, I know so many things now. Mick has a lot of skeletons in his closet. Too many to count. But that shouldn't come as much of a surprise.
| Brian Kendrick | That's right, Foley. Not only has Raven been invaluable when it comes to digging up dirt on you but you also have tapes upon tapes, hours upon hours, days upon days of material on you that I can study. You've had quite a career. The Hardcore Icon. A man who brought an underground style to the mainstream. Someone who has and is willing to put his body on the line for the sake of it as well. You have missing teeth and you may possibly be the only wrestler on the planet to have had an ear ripped off. But with all that being said, your body has to be in constant pain every second of your life. You've battered yourself beyond the point of return. Coupled with that, I'm not sure you've been following my career very closely as of late..
Portia climbs down from her perch and takes her place by my side. Her hand rests on my chest as one of my arms coil their way around her waist.
| Brian Kendrick | I'm the new way, Mick. I'm what you wished you could have been. I know that when you were getting into wrestling, you envisioned yourself as a heart throb, Shawn Michaels type. But that didn't work out for you too well, did it? You never got the girls. You never got the excess. All you ever got was the living hell out of you and you made a career on that. Instead of being someone people idolize, you became this sewer dwelling ogre. When you pass people turn their heads and quickly look away. But look at me, Mick. I'm a good looking guy. I can get girls. I indulge whenever I want. And I'm what hardcore means today.
My momentary grin becomes an expression of annoyance as I cast my arms to the sky, speaking to no one for the questions that are burning in my mind.
| Brian Kendrick | And that is the exact reason we've been put in this match together. "Put Kendrick in there with Foley. He's a former No Limit Champion. He likes to make people bleed". Which begs the question..why is this match being contested under all of these silly little rules? How exactly am I supposed to prove myself when I've got the threat of a disqualification looming over my head?
After a light chuckle I pull myself against the statue and yank Portia onto my lap. She doesn't say very much when she's around me. She just thinks she's found someone with this perfect "bad boy" image. We'll just have to see about that.
| Brian Kendrick | But that is all very simple, Mick. I don't need a steel chair to prove I'm more hardcore than you are. I don't need to fall off of something fifty feet above the ground. I'm going to beat you into the mat with my fists. I'm going to knock a few more of your teeth loose with my boots. And you're bigger than me and you're stronger than me but who isn't? That's allowed my body to develop a knack for absorbing punishment. It's an advantage, Mick. Am I expecting to walk out of this match without a few rattled bones? Of course not. But you should prepare yourself for a lot worse. Not only will I victimize you but you are going to have to swallow your pride and admit that you can't hang with someone like me anymore.
Honestly, I still am a little a little disappointed I'm not going to be able burn you alive, hang you or shove thumb tacks into your eyes. Who put this match together? Party pooper. No cake for you.
Scratching along my chin a few times, I put on a mock display of thought.
| Brian Kendrick | But you do have that, uh..unpredictable edge, don't you? I don't know who your going to show up as. Mankind? Cactus Jack? I mean, Dude Love looks like someone I wouldn't mind partying with before I splatter his brains all over a wall. I'm kind of hoping you show up as Mick Foley: Best selling author. I get this sort of tingling feeling when I think about standing on the throat of literary titan. If you want to pen a novel all about me after I'm done with you I'm sure my legions and legions of fans would sky rocket you to the top of the New York Times Best Seller List again.
| Raven | What's with you, Mick? Are you still hiding behind these multiple personalities? You haven't gotten a grasp on that yet? You allow your madness to overtake you instead of the other way around.
| Brian Kendrick | I deal in reality and that is something Mick Foley clearly struggles with in his every day life. People create alternate identities when they can't cope with stress. But I'm not his therapist and I'm not getting paid to be either.
Motioning for Portia to scoot away, I drop to my knee's and crawl closer to the camera. Brushing some hair aside, I cup my hands together in a praying stance.
| Brian Kendrick | But lest I forget who I'm doing all of this for. It's for you. The EBWF Universe. You love being called that, don't you? I know you do. You want me to leave this animal in humiliated confusion. You wait for nothing but for me to show up on your television. Everything I say is everything you've ever wanted to hear. Trust me completely. I hope I can make you feel as strong and powerful and lucky as you make me feel. Thank you for your time. And Mick? One last thing. You won't be able to chew on my back if I peel your face off..
After blowing a kiss to the camera I begin preparations for what is surely going to be a long night ahead.
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