Fear me...
Posted by: Eddy Guerrero on 11/25/2002 at 19:18
*We fade in to that gym in El Paso, yet again, where Eddy has holed himself up since last Rampage. No one could say he had a bad card; after all, not everyone can go 12-2 in an Iron Man match and claim the US title later on.
But then again, Eddy's standards are a little...higher...*
"Dammit...I did it. I ruined my shot at the big one. I worked for what, six months, for a shot, and bam- I sign an Iron Man match for the same night. I swear, I've gone retarded. Here I was, warning RVD and Steiner not to worry so much about a meaningless tag match, and I pour my heart into a meaningless Iron Man match.
"I, I just can't believe it. What the HELL was I thinking?!?! I mean, RVD's good and all, but I KNOW I'm the better man. Hell, ese, I'll prove it anytime and anyplace. RVD, you hear that? Anytime. I want another shot. I want it oh so bad. I can just taste it.
"But, then again, does it matter? I'm not gonna get the shot, I know that now. My luck ran out. Chavo's digging for rules in my favor, but how many more can he go through? I just can't count on arcane FTR laws to pop up every time I'm in a jam- I'm not Jericho.
"So, Rob, if you wanna just throw down one more time with Everyone's Favorite Wrestler, just send out a call, and I'll come hand your ass to ya. But since I doubt you're that dumb, I'll move on.
"I'm the US champ now. It's a screwed-up way to get the title, but then again, I've got the title. I've got no reason to complain, ese. I'm not exactly a low rank in the title scheme. It's time to fight my way back to the top. And to do that, I gotta defend. Let's face it, that's my job.
"But...who the hell should I defend against? No one. There is NO ONE I see right now who even can ARGUE they deserve a shot. But there is some people pissing me the hell off, and those people best stand up and recognize when Eddy Guerrero speaks.
"First up, Vader. Listen, I don't know why the hell you think you can take on the Fatal Army, but you've got another thing coming. We're not dead, ese. I'm here. Mortis is here. And as always, the Undertaker is here. We are still the best damn group in the FTR, and you know it.
"Where's your army, Vader? How are you gonna beat us? What, are you packing magic now? A demon on your shoulder to fight for you? What makes you think you can beat one of us, let alone take us out.
"And let me warn you on this right now: You leave Kidman the FUCK alone. If you so much as try bringing that guy to help you, I will personally destroy you. You do not even need to try that. If you dare, I will get you.
"Speaking of which, how are ya, Kidman ol' buddy? Why did you leave us? We WERE the Tag division, ese! We're the best in the FTR- well, we WERE the best. Now you walked out on me. NO ONE walks out on me. NO ONE, YOU HEAR ME?!?!
"Fear Undertaker, of course, I know, since you left him. But more importantly, fear me. I am not one to be pissed off, and you know it. RVD just cost me the big strap, and I'm pretty damn pissed. If you're smart, you'll leave the FTR while you still can.
"Because by Rampage, I'll be looking to end a few careers, capiche?
"Rob, Vader, Billy, watch your backs. I have ALWAYS cheated to win, and you're next in line.
"Later eses."
*Eddy stares into the camera, a determined look on his face. Slowly the view zooms away, leaving a haunting image of Guerrero in the viewer's mind as we fade to black.*
