“And here we are, bitches and gentlefucks… the moment of truth. Massacre has yet to happen, and now I’m already moving my attention towards Hell on Earth. If I’m to be perfectly honest, the two matches between the four of us tonight, they don’t mean shit in the large scale of things. Lee Stone versus BoonDock Saint and Christian Connolly versus Bigg Rigg, are nothing more than matches for bragging rights. When it comes down to this main event, inside the Helldome, with the Universal Title on the line, there are no four men more deserving of this place. Regardless of the paths that we’ve taken to get here, we are, without a doubt, the four best in this company right now.

But who is the very best?

Honestly, it doesn’t matter. I claim myself to be the greatest wrestler alive – The World’s Greatest – and I’m sure that each of you three have a level of confidence in yourself that may surpass or at the very least come close to my own. But it doesn’t matter who the better wrestler is. Not inside the Helldome. Inside the Helldome, it’s a mixture of luck, gritty determination, twisted brutality and pure passion.

Representing luck, we have the current Universal Champion, Daniel Malcolm.

Representing determination, we have my tag team partner and friend, who I wouldn’t hesitate to throw off the top of the dome, just as I wouldn’t expect him to hesitate either, Christian Connolly.

In the brutality corner, we have the fucked up head of John Gambino.

And the passionate individual you will ever meet, the man who has already given his life, literally, inside the Helldome before, and is willing to do it again if necessary, we have Lee Stone.

We four kings of different suits, each played in a king-high straight flush, are at a stalemate. And while there is only one man who can walk out with the Universal title, none of us are in a position where we are going to win.

This is truly a battle of epic proportions. We have not one, not two, not three, but four former Universal Champions competing on Sunday. And not only that, but each one of us has stepped inside the Helldome before. And what somebody like Bigg Rigg needs to know, is that no matter how far you’re willing to go, you can bet your ass that I, Lee Stone, as well as Christian Connolly, and even Daniel Malcolm, are willing to go just as far. That’s what signing this match contract was all about. We are all twisted little fucks, and we are all about to kill each other.

Daniel, at the time of me speaking this, we have yet to have our one-on-one match. From what I’ve heard in the week’s build-up, you’re more ready to face me than you have ever been. But you are not ready enough, not for a wrestling match. I am too good, too talented, too driven to be beaten by a little bitch like you. But inside this unforgiving structure, I’m going to break tradition and be the first to admit that I can’t make any guarantees. This match is the least predictable thing we could possibly be thrown inside. And Dan, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being a little nervous about it. I act as if when my heart stopped, back in the very first ever Helldome match in 2005, where Lee Stone, Christian Connolly and Trent Gein representing The Vigilantes, defeated T Money, Kid Money and Juggalo of The Blood Hounds, is something like a badge of honor. It’s not. It’s one of my worst nightmares. The fact that I could come back from that at all, is a testament to just how strong of a person I am, but if I’m to be perfectly honest, I’m not too keen on doing that again.

The reason I’m telling you this Dan, and you specifically, is because I want it to be perfectly clear, before our singles match occurs, that no matter who wins, me or you, we are both required to go back to the drawing board for this match. If you somehow manage to pull out the upset and beat me, then it will not affect my psyche one bit coming into the Helldome. Likewise, if I beat you, I do hope that it won’t mean that I’m in your head, personifying all your insecurities and unrealized hopes and dreams. There are no underdogs in this match, Daniel. There can’t be, because anything can and will happen. Nobody can even hope to make a prediction in that sort of environment.

So with that kept in mind Dan, it places the two of us in a very unique position. You are no longer the ultimate underdog. I am no longer the annoyed veteran. We are seemingly on an equal playing field for the first time in XWF history. But this is where the John Gambino factor, comes into play.

The two of you, John and Dan, have been at each other’s throats over the past week, while your opponents, Christian and I, have sat back and kept our focus solely on you each as individuals – Christian focusing on John, and me focusing on Dan. We have clearly been in a more stable mental state than the two of you, so one must wonder, what’s going to happen when the two of you are placed inside a structure so barbaric that not only are there no rules, but violence, destruction, carnage and mayhem are encouraged? Every single man or woman on the roster, every referee and random staff member, every fan sitting in that arena or at home with their two-minute-noodles, knows that you guys are going to tear into each other. Hell, we’re not just expecting it like we expect to die, we want this to happen. If it weren’t for me and Christian being such showmen ourselves and wanting to put on something special, we’d probably be sitting back with our own two-minute noodles and just watching the action unfold before we got involved ourselves. But alas, while it would be entertaining, it’ll be a hell of a lot more entertaining to force you guys into a position where you may even have to work together to stop Christian or I from becoming the Universal Champion. Imagine that! Daniel Malcolm and John Gambino on the same page! If I could make that happen, I don’t think there’s a single person who could deny my place in the Hall of Legends.

Dan, you’ve been yammering on about how I don’t make a stand, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary as I pointed out last time, but let me provide further evidence this Sunday. This Sunday Daniel, I promise to you that I will stand in front of you, and hold the Universal Title above my head, because I simply want it more.

You heard me right fellas, I’m making the claim right now, right off the bat, that I want this more than the rest of you do. Dan and John want to primarily kick the crap out of each other, and you Christian… well, where do I even start with you?

The two of us have a hell of a lot of history. Time and time again we’ve stepped into the ring either as opponents or partners. There isn’t another person that I would rather share a Pay Per View main event, Universal Title match with. Screw whatever rivalries I’ve had with Steve Jason, Daniel Malcolm, Jem Williams, T Money, Psyko Stevo and the like… if I had a choice, I would always choose to face Christian Connolly.

You Christian, are without a doubt, one of the greatest wrestlers I have ever seen. Our match at Last Breath is one of, if not my number one, all-time favorite match. Let nobody ever forget, that while my undefeated streak carried on for a long time, you actually pinned me during it, in a two-out-of-three falls match. And it wasn’t a cheap win either. You were able to straight up, out-wrestle me. That’s how good you are, and that’s how good I know you are. But you don’t need a pep talk from me, do you?

Throughout the entire time that I’ve known you Christian, you’ve always had a level of confidence about yourself that most people have struggled to try to figure out. I like to think that in a way, I’ve always understood it. While I was out proclaiming my greatness from the top of the nearest rooftop, you were standing behind me, with that mind of yours ticking over, knowing that you could just as easily stand next to me and do the same, but choosing not to. And not once have you ever thought that I went too far. Not once did you consider me an arrogant prick. Not once did you get jealous and fall under the assumption that I was trying to hog the spotlight from you, despite so many people’s attempts at convincing you that was the case. That’s one of the reasons why I’m willing to jump into the fray when someone like Rigg considers you unworthy of the spot that you’re in. You don’t need me to fight your battles at all, but I’m always willing to, because the two of us have an understanding that everything I say about myself, applies to you just as much as it does to me. If I’m The World’s Greatest, then you’re second by just a hair’s width. And if my whole ‘World’s Greatest’ deal isn’t true, then I’d be perfectly content with the situation if that label were applied to you instead.

But Christian… you and I find ourselves in a peculiar situation right now. While Rigg and Boony want to tear each other apart, you and I seem to be the third and fourth wheels. Not only that but we’re usually on the same side! Apparently we’re now supposed to fight each other while those two do whatever it is they’re going to do to each other. Know what? That works for me. I will tear your fucking head off, if I have to, and I know I can expect the same from you. This is the Helldome after all, we’ve both been in here together before. But this time, we’re not friends. There are no friends in hell. There is just suffering. Perhaps that’s the most ironic… the most ‘hellish’ thing about it. Dan and John are being given free reign to torture their opponents, but they know nothing of the true hell. The true hell is when friends are expected to torture each other.

I’m willing to go to hell, are you?

Can you really tell me Christian, given everything you know about me, that you think you have more drive than I do, to get through this nightmare? We’ve both been knocked down so many times before that it’s impossible to keep track. So with that in mind, I’m not going to say that you don’t have any determination. I’m not going to dismiss you like Dan and John might, just because you’re the guy walking on the fringes of the fray. But buddy, I’m going to ask you to look deep inside yourself, and ask if you really have what it takes to outdo me. Consider how long I’ve been down Christian, consider how far I have fallen. Coming into this match, I have more fire inside me than I have ever had before. I am better now than I ever was as Universal Champion, and that’s a freaking fact.

Are you able to stop that Christian? I guess that’s the million dollar question.

And thus, I am left with my fellow Legend, “Bigg Rigg” John Gambino.

I’ve been listening all week long John, but I’ve been biding my tongue for a reason. My match was against Dan, not against you. But now that Massacre is almost upon us, I’m willing to speak out towards you just to clarify a few issues.

First and foremost dude, I don’t like you. I figured that was important to state because you seem to be under the impression that we have an understanding. But here’s the thing John, the only thing we have an understanding on is that Daniel Malcolm and most of the XWF roster, are no way near as good as they think they are. Here’s the thing though buddy, you fall into that list too. You, Bigg Rigg, are a legend for what you have done, not for what you are doing today. You have fallen, possibly further than anyone else. Now you stand there, prattling on about how you’re the rightful number one contender to the Universal Title. For what John? For what? For losing to Dan at your own Pay Per View, and then again on a recent Massacre? Since when did losing become a perquisite for number one contendership? I must have missed that memo.

Gone are the days John, where we used logical statements to back up what you’re saying. If you make a claim like that, provide some fucking evidence man, that’s what I did, and look at me now! I’m in the match! You’re only here because Dan’s a fucking moron, and by throwing some acid in your eyes, Fran thought it’d be good ratings to put you in here. Dan fucked up and let you close to him and his title, while I’m here because I deserve it.

I’m aware that you never lost the title John, but the difference between the two of us is that I’ve never had my shot at it again – until now that is. Meanwhile you got your shot, you earned it fair and square by winning that Own the PPV Tournament, and then you choked. You blew it.

Now it’s my turn.

But of course, John, here in the Helldome, it doesn’t matter what’s happened in the past. All that matters is what happens in the forty or so minutes over which the match takes place. A lot of people will be thinking that this kind of match suits you over the rest of us. They talk about how fucked up and insane John Gambino has become, now that he’s embraced the side of him named ‘Wolf’. Unfortunately for you John, I’m not one of those people. I don’t think you’re crazy at all. In fact, I think you’re thinking perfectly clearly at every step of the way.

You’d think John, that with me viewing you in that way, it’d make me believe that you’re even more dangerous than anyone else is willing to give you credit for. Hell, you probably are. But here’s the kicker, while you claim to be the XWF’s villain, and Dan seems to be trying (miserably at that) to pick up the mantelpiece of hero, Lee Stone falls on neither side. Lee Stone is the XWF’s… Vigilante.

I’m not going to ride in as a knight in shining armor, just because I think what you do is despicable – which for the record John, I do think. Nah, fuck that, it’s not my style. I happen to find Daniel Malcolm to be a despicable, hypocritical excuse for a human being himself anyway. I don’t appreciate you involving the likes of Patience Pryce, but she knew what she was getting into when she got involved with Dan. I definitely don’t appreciate you involving the kid, she did nothing wrong and if Dan had even one testicle, he’d have shot you right between the fucking eyes for that. I know I would have. But the fact is, just last week Dan tried to plead with me to help put you down, so that a murderer wouldn’t represent the company. I turned him down on that offer, not because I agree with you, but because I feel that while you started it all, Dan has poured so much fuel onto the fire himself that to choose a side would be immoral in itself. When you’re both across from me inside the Helldome, John, I’m going to do everything in my power to put you both down. Whether or not it’s for good, remains to be seen, but I won’t be opposed to the idea of never seeing either of you again.

What you don’t understand John, is that you never needed to go after Dan’s family in the first place. He’s so insecure and riddled with self doubt that by merely beating him over and over and over again like I have done, is enough to have him so unsure of himself that you’ll get countless hours of entertainment watching him trying to stammer his way through another barrage of attacks on his failing character. It really is as simple as that to get under his skin. But I suppose I can’t blame you for avoiding that route, what with him seeming to have the upper hand over you in recent matches. Wow, I guess that doesn’t really bode well for you if you ever draw Lee Stone one on one.

You can be as sick and perverted as you want John. And Dan, you can fire yourself up with that underdog spirit. Christian, you can analyze every possible outcome, but you’re only going to get one answer:

Lee Stone.

I’m not going in there with a plan to destroy you all. That’s not my goal. But if I have to… rest assured, I won’t even have to consider it. I will, and I will feel no remorse.

I will be the next Universal Champion. In this match, my life literally depends on it.

And you will have a fucking bad day.”