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"Coma White" by Marilyn Manson comes blasting over the PA system, pulsating through the arena as the fans aren't sure how to react or what to think. As they all rise to their feet, inspired to do so by their peaked curiosity, the members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. make their way onto the stage. If one were viewing this on a television screen, R-Truth would be on their right and Eddie Guerrero would be on their left, with Jesse Ventura walking behind both of them. They reach the end of the ramp and walk up the steel steps, entering the ring through the ropes. Jesse Ventura hands a microphone to each of his clients as the music fades out to silence.
Eddie Guerrero: Such arrogance you exude, Sheamus. Boasting a regal descendence when the only position of royalty you ever held was imaginary, and that was in days long ago ese', what do you hold now? Nothing. You're a king without a crown, vato, so you'll understand if I don't feel obligated to kneel right now. It's foolish of you to think that, although you aren't on our list of primary targets, you won't be dealt with. Whether you're acting on your own or not, holmes, you have been penciled in to stand across the ring from us, meaning you oppose everyone in R.E.M.E.D.Y. and what we've set out to do. Well just in case you missed Starrcade pendejo, I made it very clear that if you aren't an aid to the movement, you're a hinderance, and must be ridden of.
Whether you want John Morrison's help or not, you'd be wise to take it, ese'. Not that it will make much of a difference, because you are two men with a wedge of dispute between you due to that championship you're wearing, while Ron and I are two men on the same page, possessing the same desire to reach the exact same goals. If my Frog Splash is the only think you're concerning yourself with, vato, then you clearly know nothing of the Eddie Guerrero you're dealing with.
Eddie lowers his microphone as R-Truth raises his.
R-Truth: Ya look nervous, Sheamus. Like the confidence you were speaking with earlia' was ripped from ya as soon as you weren't alone in the ring anymore. Well maybe you aren't as foolish as Eddie said you were, Sheamus, because if I was you lookin' at us, I'd be nervous too. I mean, I don't know how good you are at countin', but the numbas' aren't exactly in your fava' right now. Ya know, it'll almost be a shame to get rid of you, Sheamus, I mean look at ya. You've got size, you've got ability, you're one of the most vicious cats I've ever seen. But you'd rather do what makes these people happy than what will preserve your life. So we gon' play the cards the way they was dealt, and Sheamus, you along with John Morrison, ya'll gon' get GOT!
Jesse Ventura moves forward between the two of them, beginning to speak.
Jesse Ventura: They call you the "Irish Curse". How well that holds up would depend on your definition of the word, "curse". By my estimate, I wouldn't call you a curse, Sheamus, just cursed. Cursed with dominating ability, raw power, speaking accumen, and marketable appearance. Now the reason I chalk these things up to curse and not up to blessing is due to something else you were cursed with, fame. Now that you're famous, as Truth said, you'd rather do what makes these fans happy than what's going to preserve your name and character, extending the longevity of your career. If you keep going down the road you're traveling, people are going to sour on you. You're going to be overpromoted and shoved down people's throats until you're so stale that nothing about you stands out and you're just like the rest of the upper card. And by that time, there'll be nothing you can do but disappear from the public eye, because this faction here will have long since passed you by.
Just look at how they're treating you. You're being placed in a can't-win situation in only your first week as their representative, their Primetime Champion. And don't kid yourself, because it's most certainly can't-win. Why? Well besides what's already been said, you and I both know that at some point... Jesse snaps his fingers. Just like that, Morrison's gonna strike, and probably kick your head off your shoulders. But this is obviously what you want, so it's time to live and let live. If you prefer to be a glutton for punishment, then you'll get your wish and R.E.M.E.D.Y. will sweep you up in the whitewash we will inflict on this brand, and since tag teams can be on both shows, Honor too until eventually, CWF as a whole will be cured of its ailment.
Ventura lowers his microphone as he steps backward, rejoining the line-up of Eddie and Truth as they all stand there looking at Sheamus. Suddenly the music of John Morrison is heard.
"Coma White" by Marilyn Manson comes blasting over the PA system, pulsating through the arena as the fans aren't sure how to react or what to think. As they all rise to their feet, inspired to do so by their peaked curiosity, the members of R.E.M.E.D.Y. make their way onto the stage. If one were viewing this on a television screen, R-Truth would be on their right and Eddie Guerrero would be on their left, with Jesse Ventura walking behind both of them. They reach the end of the ramp and walk up the steel steps, entering the ring through the ropes. Jesse Ventura hands a microphone to each of his clients as the music fades out to silence.
Eddie Guerrero: Such arrogance you exude, Sheamus. Boasting a regal descendence when the only position of royalty you ever held was imaginary, and that was in days long ago ese', what do you hold now? Nothing. You're a king without a crown, vato, so you'll understand if I don't feel obligated to kneel right now. It's foolish of you to think that, although you aren't on our list of primary targets, you won't be dealt with. Whether you're acting on your own or not, holmes, you have been penciled in to stand across the ring from us, meaning you oppose everyone in R.E.M.E.D.Y. and what we've set out to do. Well just in case you missed Starrcade pendejo, I made it very clear that if you aren't an aid to the movement, you're a hinderance, and must be ridden of.
Whether you want John Morrison's help or not, you'd be wise to take it, ese'. Not that it will make much of a difference, because you are two men with a wedge of dispute between you due to that championship you're wearing, while Ron and I are two men on the same page, possessing the same desire to reach the exact same goals. If my Frog Splash is the only think you're concerning yourself with, vato, then you clearly know nothing of the Eddie Guerrero you're dealing with.
Eddie lowers his microphone as R-Truth raises his.
R-Truth: Ya look nervous, Sheamus. Like the confidence you were speaking with earlia' was ripped from ya as soon as you weren't alone in the ring anymore. Well maybe you aren't as foolish as Eddie said you were, Sheamus, because if I was you lookin' at us, I'd be nervous too. I mean, I don't know how good you are at countin', but the numbas' aren't exactly in your fava' right now. Ya know, it'll almost be a shame to get rid of you, Sheamus, I mean look at ya. You've got size, you've got ability, you're one of the most vicious cats I've ever seen. But you'd rather do what makes these people happy than what will preserve your life. So we gon' play the cards the way they was dealt, and Sheamus, you along with John Morrison, ya'll gon' get GOT!
Jesse Ventura moves forward between the two of them, beginning to speak.
Jesse Ventura: They call you the "Irish Curse". How well that holds up would depend on your definition of the word, "curse". By my estimate, I wouldn't call you a curse, Sheamus, just cursed. Cursed with dominating ability, raw power, speaking accumen, and marketable appearance. Now the reason I chalk these things up to curse and not up to blessing is due to something else you were cursed with, fame. Now that you're famous, as Truth said, you'd rather do what makes these fans happy than what's going to preserve your name and character, extending the longevity of your career. If you keep going down the road you're traveling, people are going to sour on you. You're going to be overpromoted and shoved down people's throats until you're so stale that nothing about you stands out and you're just like the rest of the upper card. And by that time, there'll be nothing you can do but disappear from the public eye, because this faction here will have long since passed you by.
Just look at how they're treating you. You're being placed in a can't-win situation in only your first week as their representative, their Primetime Champion. And don't kid yourself, because it's most certainly can't-win. Why? Well besides what's already been said, you and I both know that at some point... Jesse snaps his fingers. Just like that, Morrison's gonna strike, and probably kick your head off your shoulders. But this is obviously what you want, so it's time to live and let live. If you prefer to be a glutton for punishment, then you'll get your wish and R.E.M.E.D.Y. will sweep you up in the whitewash we will inflict on this brand, and since tag teams can be on both shows, Honor too until eventually, CWF as a whole will be cured of its ailment.
Ventura lowers his microphone as he steps backward, rejoining the line-up of Eddie and Truth as they all stand there looking at Sheamus. Suddenly the music of John Morrison is heard.