Ryan Reeves brought both hands to his head as he paced back and forth, rather frantically.

"He's Nuts! Everyone's Nuts! The Whole World is nuts!"

Michael Cole had been staring at the big guy for a while now. He cleared his throat to get himself noticed, the monster Ryback immediately barked at Cole.

Ryback: WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT.

Michael Cole: Ermm... The Path To Glory tournament is underway and...

Ryback: I can read you idiot! I know I'm in the tournament, I know that english boy Barrett is on the tournament! I know e=mc squirted. I KNOW IT ALL! NOW LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING! HAS EVERYONE IN THIS PLACE LOST THEIR GOD DAMN MINDS?

Cole was taken aback by the Big guy's agitated response.

Michael Cole: Bray can be quite... Cryptical..

Ryback: I don't care if he criticises or not... All I care...

Michael Cole: I meant Cryptical, not critic...

Ryback chewed Cole's head off with his eyes.

Michael Cole: Nevermind. I'm sure Bray Wyatt is one of the most unique, dark and well.. crazy members of the EBWF roster.

Ryback: He's not crazier than whoever gave him the job as a wrestler. Honestly I don't get half of the things he says... Singing? Talking about feeding me? Well let me tell you something Coletrane, I ain't eating S##T that guy gives me! Have you seen his body? You know I'm on a protein exclusive regime, I'm not interested in eating whatever garbage Bray wants to feed me... Which reminds me, why does he want to feed me? Aren't we supposed to wrestler?

Michael Cole: It was a figure of Speech, Ryback... He didn't mean it literally.

Ryback: Of course he didn't mean it literally, I doubt he wrote a book about it...

Michael Cole: No... What I mean is...

Cole sighed, he had given up.

Michael Cole: Look. Why don't you just tell me why having a match agains Bray Wyatt has you so altered.

Ryback: WHY SHOULDN'T I BE ALTERED! WHO LETS THESE PEOPLE IN MY YARD? WHO MAKES THE TRYOUTS? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT FAT LOSER DOING IN EBWF! What the hell? I bust my ass on the gym for hours a day, I bench press a thousand pounds, I drop more panties than Shawn Michael and Edge combined and I'm stuck with this hairy goofball? AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE HAPPY?

Michael Cole: Well if you win you get the Path To Glory Titl...

Ryback: PATH TO GLORY? PATH TO GLORY? I DON'T BELIEVE IN NO PATH TO GLORY! THERE IS NO SUCH THING... BECAUSE WHEN YOU'RE ON TOP OF THE FREAKING FOOD CHAIN EVERYONE IS NOTHING BUT A PREY.

Ryback panted, his yugular veins clearly ingurgitated, his big eyes pierced a hole through Michael Cole as he caught a breath.

Ryback: I am the alpha male of this place... Bray Wyatt has absolutely nothing to do in the same ring with me... He should go try Sumo Wrestling or something... FATSO. HA HA HA!

Michael Cole: Actually Bray Wyatt had an impressive debut when he put Mick Foley out of Commission...

Ryback: Wait, wait, wait... You're telling me that some fat loser is a good opponent because he defeated an older, fatter and loserer loser... This place is nuts.

"Loserer loser..."

Michael Cole was about to have an aneurysm pop... It seems beef isn't the only thing Ryback butchers, English came close second.

Ryback: Look. I get it. You're nuts because you think Bray Overwyatt is actually in my same league. Wes Ikeda is nuts for giving that fat bastard a job. Chris Jericho is nuts for having him participate in the Path To Glory Title... Bray Wyatt is Nuts if he thinks he stands a chance against me... And EVERYONE IN THE EBWF UNIVERSE IS NUTS IF THEY THINK I AM GOING TO LOSE TONIGHT! This message goes to Everyone out there involved in this joke of a tournament... You wanna know something Cole? You wanna know who came up with the idea of having tournaments, rankings and title shots? Weak, pathetic, teeny, tiny, fun sized SCHMUCKS! You wanna know why? Because they were tired of being pushed around by bigger, stronger, more powerful men! That's the reason We Ikeda created this place and put himself on top. Well... I believe it's time to return to the old ways! I believe there should be no pyramid, there should be no tournaments... But I'll do my betting...

Michael Cole: Bidding?

Ryback: Whatever, loser. I'll do whatever I want when I am on top... Until now I will play this stupid tournament game. After all, everyone participating really will put an effort, shedding blood, sweat and tears to become PTG champ... HA HA HA! WHAT A BUNCH OF LOSERS! NOW OUTTA MY WAY MORON...

Ryback pushed Cole out of the scene and was about to leave, before he turned around...

Ryback: I almost forgot! Bray Wyatt likes nursery rhymes huh? Here's one I rehearsed for you and everyone involved in this joke of a tournament.

Ryback stood in front of the camera, his fingers in plain sight as he began grabbing them one by one, beginning with the little finger.

This little piggy calls himself Prince Pretty...

This little piggy delivers Bad News...

This little piggy drinks no booze...

This little piggy's wrestling is shitty...

RYBACK'S NO PIGGY AND HE CRUSHED THEM ALL...

FEED...
ME...
MORE...

Ryback laughed out loud as he walked away from the camera