The camera is focused on Joe's upper body, showing his head and shoulders only. He appears to be sitting and is backed by what looks to be a black sheet that has been hung to the wall. He is wearing a brown polo T-Shirt with the balls of his necklace weighing down on the shirt's collar. Joe looks down at his hands, quietly gathering his thoughts before slowly raising his head. He stares straight down the barrel of the camera as he begins to speak.
"Why...
"Why am I here? Why have I come to MUSCLE LAND? Why am I leaving behind all that I had? Leaving behind a company where I was comfortable. Where I was secure in my job. Secure in my "spot"? Why would I, Samoa Joe, leave behind an opportunity to have my face seen by millions and millions of fans each week on Prime-Time Television? Why? These are all the questions that I had to ask myself before deciding to come here. To come to MUSCLE LAND. These were all of the things that I had spent years working for, the things that I had sacrificed for. The things that I have paid for with my own health. My own body. And why should I give all of these things up just to come here?, just to come to MUSCLE LAND? You see, at the end of the day, I didn't think it was that hard a decision to make. Because it wasn't that long ago when people would say the name 'Samoa Joe', and they would say it with an air of respect. Fans and wrestlers alike, when asked the question 'Who is the greatest, meanest, toughest son of a b***h in this sport today?', they wouldn't hesitate for a second before saying the name 'Samoa Joe'.
"But that time has now since come and gone. And why? In Ring of Honor I took their title from an undeserving shell of a wrestler, and I took that and made it into a Championship. And then I made it a World Championship. When that belt was around my waist there wasn't a wrestler alive who could say that this was the most important belt in the United States. I made that. Me. Samoa Joe. In TNA I went over a year without being either pinned or submitted. An entire year And I wrestled the best that they had to offer. I went through their AJ Styles'. I went through their Christopher Daniels'. I went through them all. I held their X-Division title. Twice. I held their tag team titles on my own. And I captured their World Heavyweight Championship. I did it all. I did it ALL."
Joe's intensity begins to rise; his chest raises and his breaths between words are shorter. Slowly his voice starts to rise.
"Everywhere I have been I have been and beaten the best. I have risen to the top and I have beaten them all. There hasn't been a person put in front of me that I haven't been able to mow through. That I haven't been able to maul and that I haven't been able to choke out. And around the world I was given that respect. I earned that respect. I was called the best professional wrestler walking the face of the Earth today. And do you know why I was called that? Do you know WHY!? Because I am.
"But somewhere along the line people seem to have forgotten. People seem to have lost sight of who I am; of what I am capable of. And that is why I am here. That is why I left behind the stability, the comfort, the exposure. I came here to prove myself to everyone. I came here to prove that, though you may think otherwise, I never stopped being the best in the world. I never stopped being the toughest man in this sport.
"So I am here to put a warning out to the other men who have entered the King of MUSCLE tournament. And I am here to ask a question to whoever they put in front of me. I'm here to beg every single person who steps into that ring with me. Bring everything you have. BRING. EVERY. THING. YOU. GOT. Because I am going to bring every single ounce of my being, I am going to bring every ounce of my determination, I am going to bring every ounce of my heart and I ain't here to go home without that belt around my waist. I've got something to prove like I have never had before! And, after it is all said and done, I can promise you all one thing;
I will be the first King of MUSCLE Champion. Because I am Samoa Joe. I am still Pro Wrestling. And I AM going to kill you."
Joe sneers at the camera momentarily; his eyes wide, conveying his determination and a sense of confined rage. He is breathing heavily and there are beads of sweat glistening on his brow. After a second or two or silence there is a click as the camera is turned off and the image fades to black.
"Why...
"Why am I here? Why have I come to MUSCLE LAND? Why am I leaving behind all that I had? Leaving behind a company where I was comfortable. Where I was secure in my job. Secure in my "spot"? Why would I, Samoa Joe, leave behind an opportunity to have my face seen by millions and millions of fans each week on Prime-Time Television? Why? These are all the questions that I had to ask myself before deciding to come here. To come to MUSCLE LAND. These were all of the things that I had spent years working for, the things that I had sacrificed for. The things that I have paid for with my own health. My own body. And why should I give all of these things up just to come here?, just to come to MUSCLE LAND? You see, at the end of the day, I didn't think it was that hard a decision to make. Because it wasn't that long ago when people would say the name 'Samoa Joe', and they would say it with an air of respect. Fans and wrestlers alike, when asked the question 'Who is the greatest, meanest, toughest son of a b***h in this sport today?', they wouldn't hesitate for a second before saying the name 'Samoa Joe'.
"But that time has now since come and gone. And why? In Ring of Honor I took their title from an undeserving shell of a wrestler, and I took that and made it into a Championship. And then I made it a World Championship. When that belt was around my waist there wasn't a wrestler alive who could say that this was the most important belt in the United States. I made that. Me. Samoa Joe. In TNA I went over a year without being either pinned or submitted. An entire year And I wrestled the best that they had to offer. I went through their AJ Styles'. I went through their Christopher Daniels'. I went through them all. I held their X-Division title. Twice. I held their tag team titles on my own. And I captured their World Heavyweight Championship. I did it all. I did it ALL."
Joe's intensity begins to rise; his chest raises and his breaths between words are shorter. Slowly his voice starts to rise.
"Everywhere I have been I have been and beaten the best. I have risen to the top and I have beaten them all. There hasn't been a person put in front of me that I haven't been able to mow through. That I haven't been able to maul and that I haven't been able to choke out. And around the world I was given that respect. I earned that respect. I was called the best professional wrestler walking the face of the Earth today. And do you know why I was called that? Do you know WHY!? Because I am.
"But somewhere along the line people seem to have forgotten. People seem to have lost sight of who I am; of what I am capable of. And that is why I am here. That is why I left behind the stability, the comfort, the exposure. I came here to prove myself to everyone. I came here to prove that, though you may think otherwise, I never stopped being the best in the world. I never stopped being the toughest man in this sport.
"So I am here to put a warning out to the other men who have entered the King of MUSCLE tournament. And I am here to ask a question to whoever they put in front of me. I'm here to beg every single person who steps into that ring with me. Bring everything you have. BRING. EVERY. THING. YOU. GOT. Because I am going to bring every single ounce of my being, I am going to bring every ounce of my determination, I am going to bring every ounce of my heart and I ain't here to go home without that belt around my waist. I've got something to prove like I have never had before! And, after it is all said and done, I can promise you all one thing;
I will be the first King of MUSCLE Champion. Because I am Samoa Joe. I am still Pro Wrestling. And I AM going to kill you."
Joe sneers at the camera momentarily; his eyes wide, conveying his determination and a sense of confined rage. He is breathing heavily and there are beads of sweat glistening on his brow. After a second or two or silence there is a click as the camera is turned off and the image fades to black.
