There was a clearing in the woods. The camera zoomed down into the opening and moved at a rapid pace through the forest. There was a loud howl of the wolves. The leaves and dirt crunching under his boots as he walked quickly through the woods it could be heard, and the cracking of his knuckles on his free hand was loud and clear as well.
With each step he gained on the opening in the woods and finally he made it. Looking up at the clouds in the sky, Jon finally looked down. The shovel hit the dirt with an impact.
Jon Moxley: They told us both that we would be a success Hardcore. They told us that we would become big and get everything that we wanted. They promised us, championships, the spotlight, fame, and most importantly a platform. We never got that being on our own did we? I’ll answer that for you, no we didn’t. It’s not right that we didn’t were both talented, at least I am. You don’t have what it takes anymore Hardcore Holly. I know that for a damn fact my friend you see back in the attitude era, you had the it factor. You don't have any more you’re washed up piece of shit. Now that I think about it, you were never really a big deal. Hardcore Holly, all you ever really did back then is compete in pointless matches. You never really were important man, you don’t have what it takes to make an impact.
The dirt was starting to pile up, with every hard push, an angry scoop would be added to the pile of dirt.
Jon Moxley: I proved that last week, when my brother in arms and I beat you last week. Your boys and yourself didn’t have the balls to beat us last week. I knew you boys couldn’t beat my brothers and I, we were the most dominant damn group in wrestling history. We always have, and we always will be. Hey Bob, can I call you Bob? I’m going to call you Bob, you don’t have what it takes to beat me. I’m going to put you in the ground son. You’re not even in my damn league. My main focus right now is to make your life hell, and take that Breakout title from you. That’s exactly what I’m going to do Bob, is beat your ass and take your title. My god, you don’t even deserve to be a champion Hardcore, it hurts my soul to call you Hardcore. The reason being is you don’t deserve to be called that. You haven’t done a damn thing to have that name, you’ve been in a few harcore matches in your career that’s it. I DESERVE THAT TITLE OF BEING HARDCORE, you’ll see that sunday, at Summerslam.
Jon cracked his neck.
Jon Moxley: I earned the right to face you mister Bob Holly. You say that me winning a number one contenders match to face you means nothing. It does mean something, it means that I get to beat and brutalized you, and take your title. Most importantly it means I get to expose you for the fraud that you are. I’m out here in the woods digging two holes, I know your wondering what does he mean by two wholes I’ll explain. The first hole is for you and your shitty career. Let’s face it, it's time for you to hang up your boots. You never had a good wrestling career. It’s sad that your here in EBWF, trying to receive a career that never was. Bob, your not the greatest Breakout Champion ever, it makes me sick to my stomach, everytime I hear those words. Everytime I hear those words, I want to punch you in the face. Time is ticking for you, and your time is soon going to be up. The second hole is for my alter ego Dean Ambrose.
Was Moxley showing a different side of himself?
Jon Moxley: I'm here to let you know Bob, I'm here to inform all of you assholes here in EBWF, right now. I lost myself. I lost myself before I came here when I was Dean Ambrose because I was playing by there rules and it fucking sucked. I didn’t want to play by the rules, but I had no choice when I was there. They said that’s how you make it there, they said that's how you become a star. You want to know what I found out? I’ll tell you its all a lie. There’s a glass ceiling, and no one is allowed to break it. You have to listen to the man there, what he says goes. To me, that’s bullshit, because he’s outta touch. He lost touch with what's real and what's not.
Jon licked the palm of his hand, breathing hard.
Jon Moxley: I had to get out of there, they were killing me. They were literally trying to make me into somebody I wasn’t. They were trying to make me into what they wanted me to be, and it wasn’t right. They wanted to suck the life out of me, and me to go along with it and I was like hell no. I knew I had to get out and that they were never going to listen to me. I didn’t want to be taken over, I didn't want to be killed. I know who I am, I’m JON MOXLEY MOTHER FUCKER. That’s why I came here to EBWF, to be myself. I lost sight of who I was, and that will never happen again.
Moxley was pissed, as he was licking the blood from his hands.
Jon Moxley: You're probably wondering who’s blood is on my hands. It’s Ambroses. I KILLED HIM. I KILLED HIM BECAUSE HE WAS PRETENDING TO KNOW WHAT TO DO. He was pretending that he was a bad bad man driven by violence, but that's not him at all. No, that's not Dean Ambrose, Ambrose is a goofy lunatic. That's someone, that's coming. Can you hear him. I can hear him LOUD AND CLEAR, poor little Hardcore Holly. You're going to be the first one to meet him. You should be afraid. You should run but remember this Bob, you can't fucking hide, because I’ll easily find you.. I’ll WILL FIND YOU AND I”LL MAKE YOU SUFFER. I”M THE DEATH RIDER, COME SUMMERSLAM HARDCORE HOLLY, I”M GOING TO BURY YOU. THE HOURGLASS IS TICKING.
Jon lays the shovel down, and dumps all things related to Dean Ambrose into a hole. He slowly covers the hole with dirt. Moxley draps the shovel over his shoulder as things fade to black.
