We see Bray Wyatt sitting in his rocking chair. He comes is rocking, but has a look of uneasiness on his face. He sits and rocks. He slowly starts to rock quicker and quicker, until he reaches a fast paced movement. He stands up defiantly, throwing his chair back in the process.
Bray Wyatt: CACTUS! Man, I didn't want to have to talk like this, man, but you've left me... no... choice. You want to tell me that what my brothers did was not your fault?! Man, I knew you were a lot of things, but hypocrite I did not expect.
You grew up a fan of this business, man. You grew up idolizing wrestlers like Jimmy Snuka. And you know what that made you do, man?! You saw him jump off the cage, thought it was extreme, and jumped off the roof of your house because of it! If you were to get hurt, it was the fault of Jimmy Snuka, doing something easily imitated by impressionable young people. But you got lucky. You didn't get hurt. You know who wasn't lucky?! Victor Pearson, my friend from Missouri, who is now in a wheelchair after imitating a Cactus Piledriver! You know who wasn't lucky?! David Alberston, a man from Quebec, for having a date with your Barbie when he was 16 and still can't see out of his left eye!
Bray Wyatt: Cactus, I already didn't like you. I knew you had your crimes. But the fact that you deny them makes me sick. You and I are not as similar as I thought. Yes I've made mistakes, but man I can admit it. You don't have the gall to admit that Foley ever did wrong, because if you did, your fans wouldn't think as much as you. You say you're god? Well, man, call Bray Wyatt a Martyr, because come Warfare, I will do just that, and go to war with you. And when all is said and done, I will see too it that you know the cause of your actions and that you know that you have to deal with the consequences of your choices.
He sits back down, smiling as the camera zooms into his face.
Bray Wyatt: Cactus Jack. FIND ME!
Bray Wyatt: CACTUS! Man, I didn't want to have to talk like this, man, but you've left me... no... choice. You want to tell me that what my brothers did was not your fault?! Man, I knew you were a lot of things, but hypocrite I did not expect.
You grew up a fan of this business, man. You grew up idolizing wrestlers like Jimmy Snuka. And you know what that made you do, man?! You saw him jump off the cage, thought it was extreme, and jumped off the roof of your house because of it! If you were to get hurt, it was the fault of Jimmy Snuka, doing something easily imitated by impressionable young people. But you got lucky. You didn't get hurt. You know who wasn't lucky?! Victor Pearson, my friend from Missouri, who is now in a wheelchair after imitating a Cactus Piledriver! You know who wasn't lucky?! David Alberston, a man from Quebec, for having a date with your Barbie when he was 16 and still can't see out of his left eye!
Bray Wyatt: Cactus, I already didn't like you. I knew you had your crimes. But the fact that you deny them makes me sick. You and I are not as similar as I thought. Yes I've made mistakes, but man I can admit it. You don't have the gall to admit that Foley ever did wrong, because if you did, your fans wouldn't think as much as you. You say you're god? Well, man, call Bray Wyatt a Martyr, because come Warfare, I will do just that, and go to war with you. And when all is said and done, I will see too it that you know the cause of your actions and that you know that you have to deal with the consequences of your choices.
He sits back down, smiling as the camera zooms into his face.
Bray Wyatt: Cactus Jack. FIND ME!