A hush falls over the crowd as music not heard for over a month blares around the arena, the fans unsure of the reaction to give the returning Lansdale. Some fans begin to find their voice, unforgiving of Lansdale past actions and boo relentlessly as Lansdale himself walks out from the back, no suit, no custom made tracksuit, simply jeans and a t-shirt. He also sports a much shorter hair cut, shaven all the way down to the root he cuts a more rough and tough appearance. Lansdale looks out at the fans, most still giving a muted response but the rest continuining to boo, he nods in acceptance of the fact that he deserves it.
Lansdale waits a few moments at the top of the ramp before slowly making his way down towards the rings, he looks about him as fans in the front row appear to test his feelings towards them with fast food cuisine, soda drinks and altogether yobbish behaviour. Lansdale however shrugs it off, not smiling but not scowling, looking a little melancholic. He climbs into the ring and heads on over to the opposite side, requesting a microphone before standing in the middle of the ring, the boos rising higher in volume as he stands there accepting it. Tilting his eyes down to the canvas he appears to try to find the right words, taking a moment to collect himself before the fans finally die down to let him speak.
Lansdale: Ever since I was a small child I dreamed of being able to stand in the middle of a ring just like this one, to imitate the larger than life superstars that were on my screen, to be just like them in every way. I wanted to be Hulk Hogan, I idolised The Undertaker, guys like Steve Austin, Shawn Michael, Bret Hart, Mick Foley, The Rock.. the list goes on, I wanted to be just like them, I wanted to be a hero. But somewhere down the line I guess I just took a wrong turn.. I became one of the guys I used to hate, I became Ric Flair, I became Vince McMahon, Roddy Piper, Ted DiBiase.. doing anything to win, not giving a damn about how my actions impacted upon others. Everything came to a head with I met Billy McCoy for the right to call myself the real British Excellence.. and I went too far. What I did was an afront to all I ever wanted to be.. and for that.. I am sorry.
Most fans remains muted though sections continue to boo, not accepting the apology or the supposed crocodile tears.
Lansdale: I was sent home, told that I was no longer wanted here and so I boarded a plane, returned to England in the hopes of being picked up by family. That didn't happen. My family had come to despise me as much as I myself had, they were ashamed of me, I hurt my mother in so many ways, my father had been forced to deny my existence. But instead of casting me out as so many would, he offered me a chance at redemption, an opportunity to make amends and reconnect with my roots, the very roots I had long forgotten and forsaken on my quest for perfection.
I looked in the mirror, I didn't see myself anymore, looking back at me was a bitter, twisted and wholly offensive face, the eyes of that man still haunt me. There was no remorse, no empathy and no feeling aside from rage.. greed.. narcissism.. this wasn't me, it wasn't the real me. I watched old videos of myself from back on the amateur scene, I had humility, pride, dignity and above all I had honour. Never did I once push the boundaries of decency, when the bell rang the fight stopped and so did the punches, all anger subsided and I would shake the hands of a fallen opponent, seeing him as equal and not beneath me despite my victory.. back when I was a real fighter, back when fighting was a way of life and not just an excuse to channel my hatred.
Fans continue to boo though less than there were before, there are no cheers, most still unsure whether to believe Lansdale.
Lansdale: I don't blame you for your feelings towards me, I deserve it. Not only do I deserve that, but I deserved to be left off In Violence We Trust, a message had to be sent and it was received. And so, after my omission.. I have one simple request of all of you.. and all of the people in the back.. let me fight. Allow me to fight at Threat of the Net, allow me to regain my pride and my honour.. allow me to show all of you that I am a changed man. I remember now what it means to be a fighter, what it means to be a true warrior and example to others.. actions speak louder than words, and I plan on letting my fists do most of the talking this time around..
????: Hold on there boss
The crowd immediately boos as Hawk comes out without any entrance music with a plain look on his face. Hawk walks down the ramp with his eyes fixated on Lansdale and remains silent until he faces him eye to eye.
Hawk: Lansdale, when I first got here, I was some rookie going nowhere beating guys no one cared about until I got attention. But no one in the back gave a shit about or what I did but you. Now I know you just need me because of strength in numbers and all that tactical crap, but I joined because I needed you. I needed to learn your tactics, your moves, what makes you, you. And I did just that and demonstrated that at In Justice for Brawl when I defeated Rose in a First Blood match and made an even greater impact by costing Eddie Juarez his chance at making EWNCW history against Dimension.
Like it or not Lansdale, I am the monster that you made and no matter how much you try to redeem yourself or do good, I will always be here to make people suffer with the tools you gave me.
The crowd absolutely explodes on Hawk with heat and faint Lansdale chants begin coming as well as Juarez chants.
Hawk: But before you get upset with yourself even more and fall back in your state of pity, Staples approached me earlier and has given me the chance to prove myself tonight in order to get a chance at you at Threat of the Net as one of your three potential competitors. Not only do I plan on winning, but I plan dominating my match so that I am the only to face you.
Threat of the Net will be your last event here Lansdale and I will end your suffering just like someone would a dogs, with a bang. Each time you come back out, your just a shell of yourself. Look at yourself, apologizing to these people, asking to them to let you fight in order to gain something you never had. Lansdale, you disgust me now and as your former pupil, it is my duty to not only carry on your past glory, but to put you out of your misery before you ruin your image any further. Leave now and don't come back til it is time we face because I don't want you sinking any lower than you already are now.
Lansdale stares Hawk in the eye, neither man blinks as the tension rises. Lansdale shakes his head slowly, he backs away and drops the microphone on the canvas before backing out of the ring and walking up the ramp. A camera follows him and picks up 'Not until the bell.. not until the bell..' before Lansdale disappears to the back leaving the fans thirst for blood unsated. Hawk remains in the ring, shaking his head and smirking up towards the top of the ramp.