"This has been a thrilling display of futility, but really, you aren't doing yourself any favors by opening your mouth. I've used cunning and innovation to get my point across - to hype myself as we're paid to do. Because unlike you, I know this business. How it operates. What it takes to win."

"Which is why I go out of my way to make sense when I speak."

"Not you, David Kellerman. Sixty-one years. You're a fucking idiot. No cutting the edge today, I'm going to use a tried and true format to demonstrate why my fact speaks louder than your fiction, why objectivity beaks subjectivity every fucking day of the week."

He puts it back. Hard. You notice A Perfect Circle in the background - "Thinking of You".

"This is you."

There's a tape recorder resting on the ledge. He presses the button.

"I never said I'm entirely proud of my first encounter in the ring, and I certainly wouldn't call it "gold star," by any means-"

"I never said you were proud of your first encounters, I said you were satisfied by it. Here's you again, you ignorant fuck."

"I'm fairly satisfied with the match I had against Dustin Kelser last week-"

"Funny how I manage to keep your words strait, but you can't. Probably has something to do with me taking the time to realize what I'm saying before I say it. Anyway, we move on to this."

"you're here demanding a World title shot just coming off of the streets?"

"This might come as a shock to you, but I'm actually the top ranked athlete in this promotion. Really, it's true. You seem to discredit the people I've faced to get that status. So do I."

"Shit, why not throw me into that match?"

"Probably 'cause you're the worst ranked athlete in this promotion, I would think."

He takes a minute to smile at his own comment; the irony is getting to him.

"What's really funny, is that everything about me seems to piss you off. I'm disrespectful, I'm arrogant, I enjoy hurting the dumb fucks this federation throws at me - yet here's you again."

"You also said something about how when Doragon whipped you at the October 7th edition of Saturday Night Fever, it was "nothing to write home about." Funny, when I saw that match, it looked like you were trying to make a quick little getaway- you're a coward."

"But before that, and about me.."

"You, the kind of person that beats up on other people while they're not suspecting it ... It makes me angry."

"So when Doragon jumps me, it's cool because he wanted to throw the match and I wanted a clean win. But when I retaliate, like I said I would, I'm in the wrong? By the way, you do know that guy and his buddies killed a pregnant woman's child, right? That's cool with you, then, so long as he tosses them a chair first?"

"Contradictions, hypocrisy... they aren't looked at well in this sport. You want to downplay what I've achieved, but only because I've ascended in record time and using my own vocal chords to do it. You don't get to talk down to me until you're ranked above me."

"This week, I'll give you a challenge, Mister Knight. I know that means nothing to you because of my record--"

"Great, then shut the fuck up."

"If I really wanted to go off and disrespect you, sir, I would talk about your mother being a whore and your girlfriend trying out "new things" on the homeless- but I won't."

"Too fucking funny! Especially since it sounds like something I'd say. It's funny that my words are disrespect, but yours are... You see where I'm going? Two wrongs turns don't put you on the same path that I walk."

"By the way, you can claim your gimmick is being a 'heel,' a bad guy, whatever, but in reality, it's called just being a prick."

"You know, actually, I'm a bit more of a disenchanted-punk-rock-chaotic-neutral... but whatever. I'm still way better at it than you are, which is supposed to be a good thing from your point of view, right? Hey, I think I've got time for a few more. First cut."

"I'm so terribly sorry that you probably haven't had intercourse with a woman in at least a year and have had to resort to your hand for sexual pleasure, but that's not my fault."

"And second."

"Until then, cherish the time you have with your girlfriend-"

"Besides contradicting yourself, its worth noting that I've never actually made any mention of any relationship on these airwaves. It would be like me knowing the reason why your hand was shaking at the beginning of your last interview... See, this would be where I would insert a really crude and inappropriate masturbation joke... and it would make sense. Because I'm good at this."

"Speaking of disrespectful, you're continuing to claim that my "gimmick" is to collect social security while claiming you've said no such thing in the past... oh, wait! You already noted how ironic that was in the fucking FOOTNOTES."

"Um... Yeah. I think that was supposed to be a dramatic revelation about something... I'm just not sure what, so we'll leave it."

"I will shut you up-"

"No, you won't."

"I'll break your jaw-"

"And won't."

"I'll break your leg-"

"And won't."

"I'll break every single bone in your body-"

"And won't."

"And the only reason I'm going to offer to refute any of those claims - is that you've got nothing to back it up. No wins. No one has your back on anything you've said. But I hype myself on an almost nightly basis. I've got the momentum - if you want to win - its your job to try and counter it. You haven't. You give us your opinions - which you change on a whim. Those opinions mean shit until you've done something to warrant the opposite."

"These are the basics of this sport. Live by hype. Wrestle with tenacity. I do both."

"Now listen to what I'm going to say to you. If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'I submit', then you don't even have the balls to own up to me - a disrespectful, cocky punk. If you can't do that, you aren't worth half your salt as a gentlemen, as a wrestler, as a fucking human being."

"Tap out right here, on the airwaves, or I break your arm. Its that simple. I won't ask that you get on your knees. I won't ask you to beg for mercy. Just tap the camera lens, fade to black, and we'll get the message loud and clear."

"The choice is obvious to me. But then again, I'm not a fucking idiot, am I?"

A silhouette from off the camera. That's where she's going to stay. Because you aren't worthy to see that smile.