Just fade the hell up.
"More bulls**t, more assumptions, more of the same from our esteemed and oh so great Intercontinental Champion."
Once again we come to find Walker up in the balcony suite. His legs kicked up on another chair as he lounges back in another.
"That's 'Your's Truely' Adam Benjamin for the lowly peons out there who don't know or care about him in the least, myself included, heh heh."
His face contorts into sarcastic smirk.
"Champ, you continue to run your yap and it's always the same thing over and over and over. You keep on thinking that you know who I am, where I've been, what I've done. Pssh, please dude, you don't have clue one about me. And when you're not making these assumptions you take as facts, you're of course telling me how great you are and what you're going to do to me. Because as you seem to think, I'm just some young punk of a rookie tyring to make it big in the world of pro wrestling."
Eyes roll.
"But let me let you in on some things."
Pauses briefly.
"First, we covered assumptions already, but since you want to keep on coming at me with these idiot statements I guess I'll clarify for you so there's no more confusion."
Clears his throat, then continues.
"I'm not some rookie over here, no, in fact I've been around for quite a while. I'm what you might call a grizzled veteran or something like that. But you wouldn't know this of course because I'm not from around these parts, so automatically I must be some young punk with a dream right? Heh, whatever, but feel free to go ahead and assume I'm some newbie that'll be easy work for you, it'll make the whole experience all the more enjoyable for me when I drive your over inflated ego into the ground."
Reaching down he grabs a bottle, we'll assume it's water for the sake of the children in the audience.
"And no, I won't stoop to running down every little accomplishment in my career. One, because it's f**king gay as all hell , two, because it's what every other asshole does who thinks too highly of themselves... Heh."
Pauses for consideration.
"Oddly enough that's what's most of you do, coincidence?"
Smirk.
"And finally, third, because I believe in this. If you're the greatest thing since sliced bread then you shouldn't have to giddy up on your high horse and shout about it for all to hear. Straight up, either you are one of the best or you're not, if you have to tell everyone you are, then there's a good chance that you're fooling yourself. My oh my, that also sounds a lot like you and others of this very company."
He takes a chug from that bottle now.
"And Stephen Waltz, who gives a f**k? 'Sides, didn't he bail out already? I guess if he's your definition of some great and accomplished talent, then someone like Dan Ryan must suck the ass of a donkey in your book. And yeah, maybe, I might have lost to him, but I'm not surprised in the least that you took the low road saying that I would have been 'killed' by him as you say. That is if it wasn't for the interference that cost me the match. But who cares about the facts as long as you can make more assumptions about me based on nothing to do with facts right?"
Inhale, exhale, drink, continue.
"Is your only reason for being a threat to me because you carry around a shiny gold belt? Is that really all that you could come up with? You're the biggest match of my career because you hold the second rate championship of a fed that has been half dead since it's inception? If that's the case then I should seriously consider retirement, because if you're the highest that I can get, then I'm in need of some serious career advice."
Moving along.
"Telling me how I'm not about action is pointless you know? So what, I didn't win that three way, I'm not broken up about it, I'd have to give a s**t in the first place. Which I don't so your point is worthless. What does winning a match for a title shot at you prove? Nothing, that's what it proves. But..."
He stares deeply, strongly concentrated on the point about to be made.
"...what will it say about you if I beat you? Yes, what if this no good slacker who couldn't beat your future challenger and the same kid you have met twice and turned away with losses, actually beats you? Could it mean that you're really full of s**t and don't know what the hell you're talking about? But let me ask you this Benji, what does it say about me? You would say I was lucky, I assume, of course you would because you're convinced that I'm so lowly that I'll take you nothing more than five minutes to finish off. But... What if it means that I'm really just the type who would wait for an even better chance to one up someone like you, even if it means taking one for the team as it were...?"
One last pause, letting this question linger.
"Am I? Would I? Think about it Benji..."
Fade.