the titantron flickered later in the show, revealing the back of the Wild Card Ryan Killman. The back of his leather vest read "All or Nothing". He punched a hole in a beer can with his key and shotgunned the booze. He turned around and sat down on the chair. The man narrowed his eyes at the screen.

"you seein' me Salem? Good, good. I saw your little shithead speech and I got some ******** pointers for you. First of all, you're still unfocused you c**t. All this 'freakshow' this and 'freakshow' that, it's like you have a goddamned boner for the guy. You need to move your ******** snake loving eyes to the real focus"

he pointed to himself.

"and that's me Salem. I'm nobody's messenger boy but my ******** own, you hear me clearly ********? It wasn't freakshow you beat your a** after you beat Jarel...it was Killman. It wasn't Freakshow who took your title away from you...it was Killman. I cost you your title all on my own... and why? Well for once it's not just because I could."

he inhaled and exhaled, dangling a car key in front of the camera.

"Recognize this Salem? This was the key to the ******** vintage car you torched! When I sent the message it was business, taking a shot at the champion to let him know he will always have a target on his back, a ******** neon lit target... you made it personal when you torched the car I spent months fixing up! So nobody ******** told me to cost you your title, it was all me..you cost me my car, I cost you your title! I call that s**t fair exchange." he chucked the key off to the side, the loud clang of it hitting multiple objects and the wall echoed through the small recording studio Killman was sitting inside.

"You don't even realize who you pissed off Salem. You talked some good s**t about your twisted ******** mind and how you're gonna prepare...but you just don't get it. This match is the epitome of hardcore. Not a pin, submission, knock out, escape, bleeding...you have to get me to say the words 'I Quit'. You have no ******** clue what deep s**t you are swimming in Salem. You have just touched the surface of hardcore...but me? I live hardcore, I breathe hardcore, I eat and sleep hardcore. To me a hardcore match is almost as good as free clean p***y. When it comes to hardcore... Salem..."

The one man jackass movie shook his head.

"You are not on my level. You're not even in the same ******** ballpark. When you were training to do your little grappling and rope work, I was already smashing light tubes over men's heads and smashing bitches faces in with a kitchen sink, a ******** kitchen sink. I've broken bones, bled myself, I've had surgeries, I've been told I would die young doing what I do...and I still do it. You see Salem, this match is all about-" he lifted up his index finger "one question... 'How far will you go?' Can you truly answer that Salem? I can... I will hurt you, I will break you, I will do truly inhumane things to you. I will bring you to levels of hardcore and extreme you have never even imagined in your self proclaimed twisted p***y mind. You know how far I will go? Rememebr when I mentioned a mongoose? Well Salem, I will destroy you. I will take you down even if it ******** kills me. We are ******** playing high stakes poker; the stakes have never been higher for you and I have the deck ******** stacked in my favor. You're in a world that's new to you, but it's been my entire career, my LIFE. In other words..."

He smashed the beer can against his forehead until it was crumpled flat, blood trickling down his face from multiple small cuts made in his skin. He then crushed the can thinner in his hand, his fist shaking as more blood seeped between his fingers.

"...you stand no chance, this ******** war is all mine... I'm glad you're ******** bringing your A-game Salem...it will make this s**t all the better when you find out your best still ******** isn't enough to win at Spring in the Ring...Go hard...or go home... Killman out"


the screen went out.