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It's just because ('cause) I'm on a whole 'nother level ('nother level)
Hating because ('cause) I'm on a whole 'nother level now


Bison came out, dressed in his designer blue suit and shades. He smiled as he draped the Intercontinental Title over his shoulder. He smiled as he headed down the ramp and to the stairs. He stepped through the ropes, standing beside the table with the contract. He took the microphone.

"The time has come for this contract to be signed. However, as a courtesy to Mason and Reich allow me to tell you what awaits you at the Royal Rumble. I designed this new match myself, so this will be your last chance to back out... to avoid any time put out of commission."


Bison pointed to the titantron as it showed video of the match design.


"Behold! The Tower of Doom! Named after the finishing move used by myself and Thangor as tag team champions. A double decker cage match. Each of us will be given a key to a locker that stands in the top cage. Inside those lockers will be anything we choose to put inside it before the match itself. Four sides and two levels of unforgiving steel. No escaping outside the ring from me. Reich, you're familair of the kind of damage I have done with those walls of steel before. You witnessed yourself how I've sent people to the hospital from cage matches. That damage I've done before.... that wasn't even a title match. Now, at the Royal Rumble, you both seek to take MY title from me. You seek to swipe what promotes MY BRAND. The way I've hurt people in the past will be a kindness compared to what I am willing to do to ANYONE coming to take my championship away from me. I have fought too hard for too long for this belt to leave my hands. So consider this table and this contract your point of no return."

Bison headed to the orher side of rhe table, signing the contract before sitting in the chair and waiting.

Bison let out a hearty laugh. He lifted up the microphone.

"Oh memories. I recall when I was a fresh hot shot. Running rough shod over fighter after fighter. Then I climbed Olympus and boxed with a God. It was an incredible battle...one to remember for generations... and I was left humbled in defeat. That man was the same one..who gave me my mask...my rosary... who declared me as the one who sits the throne of WWFG."

Bison rose up from the chair.

"..at the Royal Rumble .. it will give me great pleasure... to pay that favor forward. I will show you why I am The Final Boss. You are trying to fly up to the peak Mason, and just like Bellerophon, I will strike you down in your hubris and send you crashing back to the ground... humbled and broken."

The starting of a reving motor caught the ears of the crowd before it tapered off into a wailing guitar solo. As the music thundered through the arena, from the back of the arena, the roar of the crowd reached a defeaning pitch as the man himself appeared. Dressed in jeans and unadorned hooded vest, he slowly made his way through the crowd to his music, only stopping to hope over the barricades and into the ring..his steely gaze never leaving the two men already in the ring.

He quickly called for a microphone as his music faded and the crowd cheered. He first turned his attention to Mason.

"First of all Mason, you might want to check yourself. You see, you and I have had epic battles in the past, yet in all of them you've managed only one victory out of three. Now I'm not going to deny, you're a tough son of a b***h. You got passion, you got heart, you got drive and I do believe that one day, yes you will be a champion. Unfortunately that day will not be at the Royal Rumble. Because through no fault of your own, you found yourself in unfinished business that does not concern you. Specifically my unfinished business and just so that there's no animosity between us, let me be candid with you. You've left quite the trail of destruction behind you and you earned your shot, but you watch your a**, because I dropped you before and I'll have no trouble dropping you again."

His attention then turned to the champion. "And speaking of unfinished business, that brings me to you Bison. I heard what you had to say, but I can't help but feel that in all this time Bison, you don't know me at all. You see I've already been in a cage. I've been in Wargames, I've been in Hell in a Cell. I'm not afraid of the cage, I'm not afraid of pain and I sure as hell aren't afraid of you because there's no hell you can put me through that I haven't already dealt with. And if that doesn't worry you, it should. Because unlike Mason, I've fought you before in DHW when you ridiculed me and tried to emasculate me, to break me when you had everything handed to you. Because lest you forget Bison, your path to your current position wasn't entirely through your effort, it was because you made a deal with the Snake and you hitched your wagon to MY spot and you built your empire upon the foundation that I lay down. With my blood, my sweat...my tears, I walked so you could run."

The crowd was dead silent listening to the venom in Reich's voice.

"At the Royal Rumble, I will prove that the title shouldnt make the man, but the man makes the title when i put an end to your empire of lies because as you said, you have one thing left and and it's the title and it when it goes, you go. And if I can't end it, then I'll die trying because you're going to have to do what you should have done long before, and you'll have to kill me to stop me."

He slammed down the microphone and quickly signed his own name on the contract before sliding it back to the champion.

He stared daggers at the champ as a muscle in his cheek twitched as if he had been slapped and he found himself forcing to bite his tongue at the accusation, a wry smile smile etching itself across his face.


He barely had time to move as the big man looked to send the table on the both of them. His hands clenched as he kept a wary eye on both of his opponents.

Bison tugged at his necktie, narrowly ripping it off before tossing it away. He stared down Reich, fuming as he dropped his suit jacket and started rolling up his sleeves.

"Forget the rumble...you ain't even gonna make it there... Im sending you to the hospital tonight" he snarled.

Security swarmed down the ramp and into the ring, trying to keep the men separated.

In a rage, Bison shoved the men aside like children and charged at Reich, looking to lock into a clash with a barrage kf punches

He kept his one eye on Mason who was getting antsy with a chair and the other on Bison who was quickly becoming a raging beast..

He waited as Bison got close and he looked to dodge the strikes and wait for an opportunity to reply with a bullhamer shot of his own.