Pentalion: And here is the dangerous K-Jammin! He's been near unbeatable since joining EWNCW, and has really blown away some stiff competition!
Bodom: No poiint trying to big this guy up Chris! He's a man who knows his time's up! He might have taken out a few big stars in EWNCW, including myself, but Romulus is going to be one step too far in my opinion!
K-Jammin: Now let's get one thing straight Einstein!! You think that you're going to be taking this title off me because you use some big ass words?! You think that you're going to win this title because you seem smarter than anyone else here? You think that you're going to be the man here because you're better than me?
NOBODY is better than me!! I am the man around here!!! Do you understand me?!?! I beat Silver Cena into the next millennium!! I beat TBOZ for this World Heavyweight Championship!!
And if you think that I'm giving it up that easy, then think again douchebag, because I'll kick you into next week too if I have to!!!
*the crowd boo*
Bodom: Oh great, more incoherent drivel! "Ohhh the VOICES"!!!! What garbage!
*Seraphim stands at the top of the stage and looks down at Ronaldo and K-Jammin who are currently embroiled in a heated argument. As K-Jammin starts getting the upper hand, Seraphim brings the microphone to his lips and shuts them both up.*
Seraphim: Woah there; woah there; woah there; you both are arguing about whose going to walk out of Bred for Combat the World Heavyweight Champion, but I have news for you - that wonâ€™t be the most important thing to happen. You see, no matter which of you walk out of BfC with the championship, because youâ€™ll only be keeping it warm for me. K-Jammin, you have for handâ€™s full with Eden Sky, and the entire locker room knows it, they know your thoughts have been skewed, they know you arenâ€™t focused anymore, they know you are easy pickings for whomever wants to take that title right off your shoulder, so you can go play house with Eden. And you, Ronaldo, I ainâ€™t forgot about you, and I never will. War Games was going to be where I shined, and instead, you saw fit to put yourself there, but hey, thatâ€™s the nature of the business and I donâ€™t blame you. The whole world has seen it now though, you didnâ€™t deserve to be there! Tommy Thunder put you down like the dog you are, and then, you come here and try to get in on= the world heavyweight title situation, only to prove that you couldnâ€™t beat me without someone interfering. You can say what you want, using whatever words come to mind, but you know, deep down where the voices I tout live, that you cannot defeat me and if you happen to walk out of Bred for Combat with that title, youâ€™re going to be handing it right over to me.
*Seraphim slides into the ring and keeps the microphone trained on his lips. The crowd chants for him, but he pays them no mind, as his eyes never leave the EWNCW World Heavyweight Champion or Ronaldo.*
Seraphim: At Bred For Combat I have to face not one, but two, of the top guys in EWNCW, one - is Carlin and he is too busy focused on a crusade to end whatever injustices he finds when it comes to people who are pushing their gods or beliefs on someone else. He doesnâ€™t realize that he is no threat to me, and heâ€™s barely a threat to anyone here in attendance. He wants to talk about how I will fall on his sword, but he doesnâ€™t realize that heâ€™s just letting the voices, the voices he tries to hide deep down within his psyche come out and play. He can bring the sword all he wants, because it will never leave its sheathe. That sword will never be able to pierce someone that is far superior than him, someone that has long given in to the voices, someone that has reached the top of the mountain, and though I did not succeed, this time around I will. Carlin needs someone to carry him, Carlin needs a tag-team partner, without one, he is a lost puppy and I am the big, bad, dog catcher.
*Seraphim takes the microphone from his face for a moment and listens to the crowd; his eyes close as he focuses on what the voices tell him in side. When he opens his eyes, a smirk splits his face. He quiets down the lively crowd.*
Seraphim: The other one is Jman, and letâ€™s face it, heâ€™s already lost his shot at the WHC, heâ€™s only here because I had a score to settle with Carlin and he piggybacked off that to get himself into this match. Jman is a none issue, and thatâ€™s all heâ€™ll never amount too. He can go back to the bottom of the pile, the end of the line, the back of the pack, because until he, just like everyone in the back, unless he accepts the voices into his heart and opens the door to his potential, he shall never go anywhere but nowhere and into senseless feud after feud, until he dwindles away into nothingness, the same as both of you men, once I take that title away from you.
*Seraphim looks intensely at both men, before turning to walk out.*
*Carlin's voice is heard throughout the arena, without any other presentation. *
Carlin: Excuse me, Mr. Seraphim. I've got a question for you before you leave. Do you realize that those voices are clouding your judgment in such a way that only one thing of those you have said is actually true? Yeah, you said one thing that is right and it is that K-Jammin here is too focused on Eden Sky's tits to retain his World Heavyweight Championship, and I don't blame him.
*A small pop for the guys and the girls boo like mad. *
Carlin: Sorry, ladies, the truth hurts, but Eden is a really hot female. Wow. Back to you, Seraphim, it happens that you share one thing in common with K-Jammin. K-Jam also says a bit of truth in his speech, and that is that He who shares his name not with the Lord but with two outstanding football players believes that his vast knowledge of the English language is going to help him both winning the belt and improve people's lives by imposing a medieval system of thought that became obsolete hundreds of years ago. See, Ronnie, while I appreciate your amazing dominion of our language, you have a main problem with it. I suggest the reading of Patrick Colm Hogan's â€œCognitive Science, Literature and the Artsâ€, for you to understand why people find you boring!.
*This gets a pop. *
Carlin: And second, no matter what efforts you make on behalf on those you call The Chosen Ones without any fact behind that proving it, people will hate your guts because you try to bring back a social and ideological system to overthrow the one Our Founding Fathers gave us, and people will not allow you to do that in a million years.
*Crowd pops again for Carlin. *
Carlin: But I digress. K-Jammin and Ronaldo are in my looks, in the near future, but the present is you, Seraphim. Let me start with your last words, on Jman. I don't like the guy at all, but I've been in the ring with him,, and calling him a non issue is one of the most stupid things I've heard recently. Ignoring a man like Jman in a triple threat match is a suicide. He may be the good guy the fans love, but I can assure you that if he sees the chance to capitalize, even if he has to blatantly screw one of us, he will. And he will be doing the right thing. There's a lot on stake at Bred for Combat, and in a match like this you'll have to have eyes in the back of your head, so, newsflash, kid, stop being an arrogant prick believing yourself so superior to a man that can beat your ass and do it whatever the cost, right?
*Another pop for Carlin, who is on fire. *
Carlin: And then, you are pretty much sure that your skills as dog catcher will get you this puppy. The puppy may look like a puppy, but it has teeth and claws. And knows how to use them. You can ask Jman if he remembers War Games. And you can ask James, if you know where he is after I got rid of him.
*People boo and chant â€œJames beat youâ€ *
Carlin: He beat me, but he ain't here, right? Because James found the truth you're going to find at Bred for Combat: That this puppy ain't no puppy, he is Fenrir the Wolf, and will bring Ragnarok on you!
*More boos Carlin. *
Carlin: So don't think my sword will stay in the sheathe. Well, I mean a metaphorical sword, because I have s real sword at home, made of the best steel in the world, the one from Toledo, Spain. I mean the sword of my reasoning and the sword of my technical in ring skills. You didn't deserve the spot, and I'm going to prove it to you, to Jman and to the world by winning that match at Bred for Combat, and after you two fall, it is either Ronaldo or K-Jammin, and I will be the next World Heavyweight Champion.