Sloane brushes his opponents hand off of his shoulder and smiles at Cross as he steps forward.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised. But I'm not sure if I heard that right. You want to be me? You want to be apart of me? That's sick on an entirely new level. If you honestly think you more than just another depraved maniac calling themselves a wrestler, then you're kidding yourself. If you honestly think that you operate on a different wavelength to those freaks who want to cause pain or want pain caused to them, you're wrong. You are no different. You say you don't want to hurt me, but surely you must realise to do that, you're gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than just hurt me. Even a victory over me here tonight, it wouldn't take away from my legacy. The only way you'll be me, the only way you'll strip my legacy away, is if you kill me so I can't come back to rip your beating heart out of your chest."
"You thinking fame, money, wanting titles is an unhealthy obsession? I'd say wanting to be someone else certainly tops those on the unhealthy scale. Recognition and accomplishments, sure they can be taken away, but that passion, that burning desire to take them back is what drives me. And if that is "unhealthy" to you, I don't want to be healthy. All I've thought about since I've made the decision to return to the squared circle is, can I still be on top? Now that I have gotten a look deep into your eyes, right into your very soul. I have my answer. Yes, yes I can. Once that referee rings that bell, I'm gonna prove to you, to everyone else in this tournament, to everyone in CQC, to everyone SIG that I can still be on top."
Sloane takes a moment to laugh before he continues, his confidence building as he speaks.
"If you think you can be me, you're wrong. There is only one James Sloane. There will only ever be one James Sloane. And you know why that is, Cross? You said it yourself, you should know. I'm a warrior, but I do believe "mighty fine" is a bit of understatement of who I am. I am a determined warrior that is prepared to tear anyone that opposes me in this tournament to shreds. As you stand there with that look in your eye, pretending like you don't want to be here, but I know you can't wait for that bell to ring. I can feel it. You wanna put your hands on me, you wanna throw fists. I say throw 'em. Because when you do, you'll quickly find that you are extremely outmatched."
"Or maybe, just maybe, you truly don't want to be here. Curious. Why would a man that has no desire to hurt people enter this business? Why would a man like that even step into the ring? Either your scared knowing that you are outmatched against a man like me or maybe it's some kind of mind games. In either case, you're little trick will prove useless against me. I've seen it all a thousand times, I'll see it a thousand times again once Oli Cross is a forgotten name."
Sloane inches closer to Cross.
"Oli Cross, you are no one. You will always be a no one. Maybe that is why you want to take everything from me and wear it as your own. But, Oli Cross, know this. You are not worthy to carry my name. You are not worthy to carry my legacy. You aren't even worthy enough to lace up my boots."
Sloane stands face to face with his opponent, staring him down.
"I am prepared to kill. Are you prepared to die?"
Sloane drops this microphone as he backs into the corner and proceeds to sit cross-legged in the bottom corner.