Bully Ray: Hey there mamacita, where do you think you’re going?
Bully reached for her hand, but Lilian quickly swiped away from him. The big man had a smile on his face and now was pressing forward towards the blonde announcer. She couldn't get far with the wall pressed against her back and the New Yorker starring down at her, breathing hot beer breath in her face.
Bully Ray: I haven’t seen you in a while. You don’t like interviewing me? You don’t like being around me? You think you’re better than me? IS THAT WHY you don’t come see me anymore Lilian? IS THAT WHY you don’t interview me before my big matches; get a quick word from the biggest bad ass on the block. IS THAT WHY, LILIAN?
She looked afraid, but she still spoke up with a slight hint of bravery in her voice.
Lilian Garcia: Leave me alone. You’re… too dangerous for us women to be around.
Bully Ray: IS THAT SO? IS THAT SO YOU LITTLE WINCH!?
His voice had suddenly grown intensely.
Bully Ray: YOU’RE ON MY TIME AND YOU’RE GONNA LISTEN TO EVERYTHING I FRICKEN SAY. I’M TOO DANGEROUS? BECAUSE I'M FROM HELL'S KITCHEN... I’M TO DANGEROUS... YOU’RE GOD DAMN SKIPPY I’M TOO DANGEROUS. I’M THE SCARIEST FUCKER AROUND THIS WAY AND HALLOWEEN HASN'T EVEN MADE IT. YOU DON’T HAVE TO COME FIND ME, YOU DON’T HAVE TO COME INTERVIEW ME, I’LL BRING THE ISSUES TO YOU, SWEET CHEEKS. SPEAKING OF CHEEKS, YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’VE HAD ONE TO MANY LITTLE DEBBIE'S LATELY BECAUSE YOUR ASS LOOKS LIKE A DUMP TRUCK.
Lilian now looked upset and began to throw curse words at him in Spanish, but he spoke over her in volumes.
Bully Ray: FOR TODAY’S SUBJECT WE WILL DISCUSS THE BIG BAD WOLF. PUT THIS OWN SNOWFLAKE.
Ray went off camera for a slight second and came back with a red wig in his hand. He threw it over Lilian’s head and ordered her to look at him.
Bully Ray: NOW YOU LOOK MORE LIKE THE SLUT I HAD IN MIND. SHE DOESN'T HAVE A NAME, BECAUSE SHE’S PROBABLY TO DUMB TO REMEMBER IT, SO WE WILL JUST CALL HER LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. Smile for the camera, Red.
He roughly held her head towards the camera where there was no smile whatsoever.
Bully Ray: THAT’S BETTER. NOW ONCE UPON A TIME LITTLE RED RIDDING HOOD WAS SKIPPING THREW THE WOODS, ON HER WAY TO GRANDMA’S HOUSE. BUT IN REALITY SHE WAS ON HER WAY TO HER BOYFRIEND’S HOUSE. EVAN BOURNE’S HOUSE. ONLY WHEN SHE GOT THERE SHE FOUND PIECES OF HIS BODY LAYING EVERYWHERE BECAUSE THE BIG BAD WOLF HAD SHREDDED HIM TO BITS. NOW LITTLE RED WAS EYE TO EYE WITH THE BEAST AND HE WAS ABLE TO HAVE HIS WAY WITH HER.
Bully Ray gripped a hold of her face and licked the side of is a sickly fashion. Lilian couldn't contain herself anymore and broke down in tears, weeping away as the bully manhandled her.
Bully Ray: YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT, LILIAN. GO CLEAN YOURSELF UP. GET OUT OF MY FRICKEN SIGHT BEFORE I DECIDE I WANT TO DO MORE WITH YOUR FEEBLE ASS.
He didn’t have to tell her twice. Lilian was running down the hallway, throwing the wig on the ground as she vanished down a corridor. Bully Ray looked into the camera to address it him personally.
Bully Ray: EVAN BOURNE. YOU ARE NOTHIN MORE THAN A PIMPLE ON MY ASS. YOU ARE NOTHIN MORE THAN A PIECE OF SHIT IN MY TOILET. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I’M THE BIG BAD WOLF. I’M THE MAN WHO IS ON FACEBOOK TWEETING PICTERS ON MY INSTAGRAM WHILE VIDEO TAPING IT ALL FOR MY YOUTUBE SHOW. I’M THE SOCIAL MEDIA MESSIAH, THE BIG BAD BOOGEYMAN HIMSELF, BULLY FRICKEN RAY. I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU HAVE HEART. I’LL RIP IT OUT AND STEP ON IT. I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE BALLS. I’LL TAKE A PAIR OF SCISSORS AND CASTRATED YOUR HAPPY GO LUCKY ASS. YOU STEPPING INTO THE RING WITH ME IS NOTHIN MORE THAN SNACK TIME FOR CALVZILLA, AND BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THIS, I’LL EAT YOUR BITE SIZE ASS BEFORE I DARE LET YOU BEAT ME IN A WRESTLING RING. YOU SEEN WHAT I DONE TO TED JR. THE WORLD SAW IT. I EMBARRASSED HIM. YOU’LL BE LUCKY IF HE DOESN'T SHOW UP FOR YOUR LITTLE TITLE MATCH AND YOU CAN BE DECLARED THE WINNER. ONLY PROBLEM IS, YOU WON’T BE THERE FOR IT EITHER. AFTER I RUN THROUGH YOUR ASS LIKE MARIA IN A LOCKER ROOM, YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO THINK ABOUT BEING A CHAMPION; THE ONLY FRICKEN THING YOU WILL BE SEEING IS STARS. SO WITH YOU TWO PATHETIC LOSERS OUT OF THE WAY, THE ONLY OTHER OPTION LEFT WILL BE TO HAND OVER THE PATH TO GLORY CHAMPIONSHIP TO ME. SO EVAN, SIT, STAND, RUN, JUMP, TALK TO YOURSELF ALL YOU WANT TO, HYPE YOURSELF UP, MAKE YOURSELF BELIEVE YOU ARE NOTHIN LESS THAN A STEPPING STONE. IT WONT MATTER. THE FANS MAY CHEER FOR YOU, BUT I GUARANTEE YOU ONCE I PUT YOUR BORING ASS THREW A TABLE THEY WILL BE CHEERING ME. I PUT DIBIASE’S HEAD IN A TOILET. JUST IMAGINE WHAT I’LL DO TO YOU. I’M THE PERSONIFICATION OF HARDCORE, NO LIMITS, KNOCKDOWN, DRAG OUT, BLOOD BATHS. EVAN BOURNE MEETS THE BIG BAD WOLF THIS MONDAY NIGHT, AND I PROMISE YOU, IT WON’T BE FOR THE WEAK OF HEART.
With his closing words, he traced the 5150 logo he wore on his shirt as he walked out of the scene and it all faded to black.
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