(The Scene honestly doesn't matter. What's important is that it contains The Spoiler.)
SPOILER: Boy, the more I listen to you tell me how you have got me all figured out, the more I realize exactly how little clue you truly have about what you have gotten into this week.
Watching a Cat 5 Hurricane strike on the tele really gives you no true appreciation of its fury. Hearing third hand accounts of the tales of plane crash survivors, doesn't prepare you should you ever experience that event yourself. And "going to the rodeo" with the best of your little corner of the wrestling world, it nothing at all like stepping into the ring with a true Force of Nature.
You see boy, in most cases it is easy to dismiss myths and legends. They're "not real". They're just stories made up by the ancients to explain the mysteries of the world that they could not themselves fathom.
They have no place in modern society, do they Adam?
Do they?
Well not until you find yourself alone confronted with exactly such an unfathomable force, they don't.
You see, boy. All myths have at their heart some Universal Truth.
I am that Truth, Adam. The Spoiler is that Truth.
I am dirty, and I am primal, and I am real.
I am not just some bedtime fable gone big time where a boy armed with a sling shot and God's eye fells a clumsy Philistine giant. Because even if you did have a weapon and a deity guiding it, I quite simply would not give you instant’s pause to get your shot off.
Hell, you might as well be tossing stones into a tornado for all the good it would do you.
You see, boy. There are some times that all the technical skill in the world cannot save you. Just as even the best swimmer in the world cannot survive being pulled out to sea by a Tsunami, all of you rings skills shall fall for naught if I never give you the chance to use them.
And while in all likelihood, I most probably shall not literally kill you in the ring this week. But By the time all is said and done, you might well wish I had.
For The Spoiler is like nothing you have ever experienced before. And if you are lucky, after this week you should perhaps still have the capacity to choose never to step into my path again.
But in all this, let me leave you one note of solace for this week, Adam Benjamin.
I promise you that you shall NOT have to worry about experience the bitter taste of defeat yourself this week. For, by the time I have finished you off this week, I shall have long ago knocked you sense of taste clean from your mouth.