Blood-stained gear....a blood stained face and hands....and two victories, both real and moral. That was the sum result of Road to Ruin for our man...and as he sits alone, winding down from the night's events, a sly smile comes across his face as he acknowledges the camera in the room and shifts ever so slightly to face the blinking lens.


Tonight....I feel like a man who has seen the light. The veil has finally been lifted off me, and the truth of who I am will finally shine through to the world. And I must say...it feels DAMN good.


My haters were out in full force tonight, and they got a show that should have given them plenty to hate me for for a while. I broke Lunatik, and beat little Lucas at his own game, leaving him tapping like a little b*tch for the world to see. Karma has a way of setting things right, and Lucas...you were just set in your place. You put your nose in my business, and now you can lick your wounds and think about the consequence of your foolish actions. Lucas...you tried to make a statement, and you failed miserably. Next time you want to rise u, pick a target who can't actually kick your ass, will you? I've gotten my pound of flesh from you son, and now I'm done with you. On to the next.


My other victory wasn't even intended, but that just goes to show you, I'm more than capable of snapping into world championship form in a millisecond. I wasn't involved until Buff got me involved, deciding that getting a shot at me was more important than winning a title. Typical Buff...and he paid dearly for it. It cost him his chance at his comeback "glory" that he wants and needs so badly. It cost young Heinrich a bit of blood, and it cost Hans a real shot of being a credible champion. So don't go blaming me for what happened...blame your "Golden Boy". HE caused what happened...not me. I just provided the result.


NO longer will I let you pigeonhole me into the little box you want me to be in. I did that and was still a Triple Crown champion...what will become of the power structure now that there are no restrictions on what I will do to take the world title once again?


I don't need your faith...I don't need your approval. I thought I did once upon a time, and it nearly sucked the life out of me.

NEVER AGAIN

I haven't snapped...I'm thinking very clearly. Every move made is another step in the Process. And as we go forward, my Process will become crystal clear. So come on Buff, come on Hans...bring everything you have, and I promise you that I will bring everything you think you can handle, and plenty more that you can't.

Hans, if that chair shot didn't drive the point home, consider this another official acceptance of your offer. Two chances to take you down...to inflict as much misery and pain as possible. A one on one match that you can't avoid, because I'm more than certain Golden Buff will once again b*tch and whine his way into the first title match we'll have, as he seems to always do.


The fun loving, carefree soul who just wrestled for the love of the game with stupid nicknames and monikers...that's done. That person is gone. Dead and buried as of tonight.


The person that appears before you now, tinged in the blood of victorious combat and pure domination...is what you have to look forward to. You all wanted me to care...I care now. I just don't care the way YOU want me to. I will not step and fetch for you anymore. I will not play the role you want me to play....


What I will do is be me...the TRUE me.


Ronnie McNeil....the best that ever f*cking did it, breathing or dead.

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