Rampage
Isn't it beautiful, I think it fits the room like a glove.
The camera zooms out, taking itself away from the Jackson poster to reveal Rampage, sitting on his couch backstage, looking at the picture.
Rampage
Now, I'm not one to hold a grudge, I'm not one to have a sour taste in my mouth every time I see someone I don't like. And I'm most certainly not one to start a fight. Oh wait a second, I just so happen to acquire all of those traits. I for damn sure hold a grudge, against any motherfucker who disrespects me and thinks they can get away with it. My mouth feels like I have a whole bag of lemon heads shoved in their when I see a man that I despise. And I am the one man you can count on to start some shit if the feeling is right. Now two weeks ago when I arrived here in the WWF, debuting on Smackdown!, I was thrilled. I couldn't wait to hop in that ring and get it started. So I did when any man would do and I called out anyone from the locker room to come and face me. And what did I get, well, take a look and see.
Rampage points to the monitor in his room as a highlight reel of Stone Cole stunning Rampage plays. As the video ends the camera makes its way back to Jackson who is now rubbing his chin, thinking.
Rampage
Steve, do you mind if I call you Steve? I'm not mad about what you did, honestly. I don't want to get revenge or try and take you down. In fact, I like what you did, you have some balls man. When I was just a little kid, I used to watch you and The Rock go at it like your lives were on the line. I used to sit in my living room with my Stone Cold shirt on chanting your name. You were my hero. Then I come here and the first thing I get is a stunner. I got you again! Steve, I'm not mad at you, I'm enraged. When I see your face the only thing stopping me from stomping it in is my want to do it in front of the world. I don't want revenge on you or to take you down, I want to end your career. I do like what you did, you do have balls. But you disrespected me, in front of my family, my friends and my fans. Do you want to know what that gets you, Steve?
Rampage gets up from his couch, slowly. He inches closer and closer to the camera, then finally stops right in front of it.
Rampage
That gets you this *He holds up his fist, balling it up* You get one of these right in that thick, bald head of yours. After I get done shit kicking The Miz, whoever the fuck that is, I'm coming for you. And I'll come for you the next day, and the next day. Until you just can't take it anymore. Your fans, everyone you love will be begging me to stop. But I won't. This is what happens when you disrespect me, Steve. The blood, your blood, is on YOUR hands. Maybe I'm being over the top, maybe I'm being melodramatic, but you can bet your ass I'm being serious. Watch out Mr. Stone Cold, because I'm coming for you -
Rampage stops for a moment before letting out his signature long wailing cry. When he's done he looks at the camera, winks, then disappears.
(Closed.)
