I want it back....
Posted by: Kidman on 02/08/2003 at 19:07
We open in a backstage locker room...
The picture we see is one that is unfamiliar. A dejected Billy Kidman sits with his head in is hands, eye's closed on the cold tile floor. This is the first we have seen of Kidman since he lost his US Championship to Mortis over a week and a half ago against Mortis.
Kidman opens his eyes, but his gaze remains fixed on a spot on the floor. His garb is the usual, but his expression is blank. His eyes show no fire, like they almost naturally do all of the time.
A few seconds more pass before a sigh is let out and Kidman rises to his feet. He paces over to a folding table and leans against a folding chair that sits near it, putting his weight on his hands. He shakes his head and sends the chair hurling. It crashes with a great racket against the locker room wall. Kidman's breathing becomes heavier, and his sullen look slowly transforms to mold an intense and enraged expression. He flips the table and lets out a ferocious scream before beginning to calm down.
He gazes deep into the camera...gathering his thoughts...or trying to at least. No words can express the emotions pumping through Kidman's veins at this moment.
Kidman: "What has happened to me? My heat is gone...my fire...has been snuffed out by the Undertaker's newest pawn. How can I wage a war against the Fatal Army, if I alone cannot even defeat Mortis?"
"Maybe I overlooked him...no...that is simply an excuse. I was defeated at Rampage. Defeated by a single man...when I have focused my attention on so many men at once. Maybe I am nothing without the teachings of the Undertaker. It seems that I cannot even hold on to a title belt for a solo defense without backup. No. Flukes can happen. I won that title by myself...I can defend it alone as well. I am Kidman...I created the Dark Child...not the Undertaker. It was me who left bodies lying wherever I walked...not the Undertaker. And it will be me to dismantle everything the Undertaker stands for...ME!"
"There is only one path I have to take now. I must get back my fire. I must win back the United States Championship...that is the only way I will ever be able to get my hands around the neck of the Undertaker. The only way I can ever prove that the Fatal Army did not make me. That I have made me."
"Mortis, I am calling you out. You put one over on me, you pinned me to the mat. I have no regrets about the last match. You have opened my eyes wider than I ever could have opened them on my own...now I know what I must do...and I can see that I cannot fail. You have relished in your victory for long enough now. It is time you faced what the Fatal Army fears...it is time that you square off one on one against the Dark Child."
"I am playing no games Mortis...no mercy...no escape. You have something around your waist that belongs to me. And when that bell rings I will take back the United States Championship. Before, the fight with you was strictly business. My focus was 100% on getting the Undertaker in the ring. But you embarassed me Mortis...and embarassment has a bad habit of pissing me off. You have rekindled the flames in my soul...and an inferno is boiling...waiting to be unleashed. My crosshairs are on you, and believe me...I aim to kill."
"In war, I will take no prisoners..."
"It is time for the casualties to commence..."
"Mortis, before it is all said and done...you will wish you bowed to me instead of that impudent man you call master..."
"That, my friend...is certain."
Kidman smiles...and between the crack in his lips a hideous chuckle begins to echoe off of the walls. That chuckle slowly grows into a cackle, frightening enough to chill the spine. The camera fades to black.
