One man can change the world...
...With a bullet in the right place.
know you've been thinking about it. Why? Would why the
king lie down for some chicken-shit loudmouth like Chris
Jericho? Why would a man who calls himself the best in the world walk away from a chance to prove it? It's simple.
The King's bullet ain't missing twice.
If the king decided to beat the maple-syrup out of Jericho,
he'd be walking into Vengeance focusing on two men
instead of one. He would have walked right into the same situation he walked into at iFPWMania.
He'd be dicking down the Macho Man for the hundrenth friggin' time to win a spot in line for a ride he's already on.
So you ain't leaving his sights Cass.
You have the king's undivided attention for the first time in history. I know that you aren't shaking yet, I know you still believe you got all the talent and heart in the world you need to walk out of Vengeance with that belt around you waist. You aren't sweating, you're little shitbird friend is out there squaking like there ain't a predator in sight.
But it's coming kid.
When he gets his hands on you, the same hands that delivered on every ounce of suffering that was promised, that turned John Cena into some pissy pile of catchphrases, that ripped the rebel heart out of Johnny Wrestling; and beat
Sandow into the tag division. You'll see everything the king has done to get here, and everything he'll do to toss your spray-tanned ass off his throne. When you see that Cass...
...you re going to shit your pants.
And the moment that little bit of brown touches your trunks, you'll start sweating. Your heart is gonna start pounding.
All that adenaline will start pumping, and it won't be enough.
You better pray to God for forgiveness brother. Because your soul may belong to him; but your title, your crown, and your Grand Championship...
belong to the king.