The EBWF.net exclusive opened to intentional static. The black and white scene looked like interference as the frame shook for a moment and then finally came into full color. It was dark outside, a fog had crept over Santa Clara, California as it was prone to do in the early morning. The Santa Clara Mission Cemetery, just 5 miles from downtown San Jose, stood majestic in the scene. Marked graves as well as numerous above ground crypts looked ominous just before dawn. A familiar face moved into the scene, and The Rated R Superstar proceeded toward the camera until the cameraman zoomed in to reframe a closeup of his intense face.
Edge: There has never been a greater cliche than the ole wrestling promo in a historical cemetery schtick. But sometimes, just sometimes it has to be done.
Edge nodded slowly, resolute.
Edge: Sometimes there is just no other way to illustrate a career that is as dead as Ted DiBiase’s.
Edge gave a bit of a scoff, and now he was shaking his head, almost in disbelief.
Edge: Stone Cold Steve Austin, in all his drunken, but somehow infinite wisdom, chose twelve men who could qualify for a six pack challenge. For some reason, unclear to me, Ted DiBiase was one of the dozen chosen. I could name more deserving men. I can name men whose careers weren’t completely buried, man at this point? Years ago.
Look at you Ted, and what’s worse? It wasn’t a lack of opportunity. It was a lack of motivation. You’re the Miz’s shadow at this point. Not even partners in Vertex, you’re right there on the same level with those new kids, Owens, Balor, O’Reilly. Miz has you believing you’re some sort of mentor for them, when the truth is, he just wants to keep you in check. He wants to make sure that you don’t live up to your full potential, because he knows. He knows that if you had the balls to live up to your potential you could actually be competition for him. That scares him. That scares him because he isn’t that good. That scares him because he’s all talk. That scares him because he’s your favorite wrestler’s favorite wrestler to make fun of.
So let me make this quick and simple for you, Teddy. You’re a former EBWF World Champion, but that was a very long time ago, and I can’t remember the last time you did something without Miz’s prodding, so… I don’t really have the time or the inclination to stand here and express all the reasons why I’m going to beat you. I just am. It’s an actuality, a fact, and something everyone already knew when they found out you were my opponent on Warfare. I’m getting in to this six pack challenge. If I feel like, I’ll win. And then I’ll go on to take that EBWF World Championship off of your mentor’s hands.
He is your mentor right? Because he’s certainly not your partner, Ted. He seems to be just holding you back. And that’s why you and your career are as irrelevant as all of this people behind me, cold, dead and buried six feet under.
Edge glanced back at the ornate crypts over his shoulder, and then he turned and walked out of view, leaving the camera to focus on the dismal city, prophetic in its symbolism.
Already Dead
Already Dead
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