On is never enough... {Sylas}

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Ethan Bain stands in the ring. While you'd think he'd be happy about knocking off Sylas Styles at Last Rights, he wasn't. Not at the least. He raises his mic and speaks his mind...

Sylas Styles. The Prodigy. Mr. Legend. YOU'RE SOFT!!! And When I say soft I meas stay puff marshmallow man SOFT. You stood face to face with me at Last Rights and said you were gonna "Exact my doom" or whatever, and what happened? You slip, trip and fall and you're outta the match? Or was it because you just didn't want any more of The Big Ticket? You figure "If I stay down maybe he wont hit me again." YOU'RE FULL OF CRAP, STYLES!!!

The crowd boos him as he continues to rant on Sylas.

Go ahead and boo me, you all know it's true. Sylas Styles took a DIVE because he wanted NO PART OF ME. You saw it with your won eyes. Well guess what. That's not gonna cut it. Not by a LONG SHOT!!! Styles, I'm callin' your ass out, TONIGHT!!! The RUBBER MATCH...in a STEEL CAGE. No pins, no submissions, and NO BULL!!! We're gonna settle this like MEN. And I'm gonna finish what I started at Last Rights. COME ON OUT, STYLES!!! I know you're back there!!!

Bain was possessed with getting another shot at Sylas. He awaits his arrival.

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He didn't have to wait long as Sylas comes out from the back, pissed off and walking straight to the ring with a purpose

Ya know something Ethan, if it wasn't for your sweaty fucking ass being thrown all around that ring by yours truly, maybe there wouldn't have been the unfortunate fucking accident, no scratch that, travesty that was me hopping over the rope and slipping on the god damn canvas, smashing the back of my head on the outside canvas and then flipping forward, smashing my face on the outside mats.

So no, mr "I added Sylas Styles" to my list of whatever the fuck you call it, your not calling me out and challenging me, no it's me who is now out here, calling you out, to your face, like the punk bitch you are. Maybe this time you won't overeat at the catering table in the back so your body won't exude gallons of sweat all over the fucking place, causing the same kind of mynute luck you had when I knocked myself out, slipping on YOUR sweat puddle.

So Ethan, it is time for you to MAN THE FUCK UP and earn your win instead of being the benefactor of circumstance.

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Benefactor of circum..WHAT!!! Are you even listening to the CRAP you've just said. Styles, you're the luckiest son of a bitch walking gods green earth. But just like I figured, you come out here and make this ALL ABOUT YOU. Blah blah blah. Well I'm glad you did, because tonight it IS about you. And how YOU got laid out by THE CAREER KILLER. I'm sick and tired of hearing "Sylas this" and "Sylas that" and "You still haven't pinned him yet". Well TONIGHT it's not about PINNING you. It's about beating your mascara wearing ass within an INCH OF YOUR DAMN LIFE, climb that cage, and closing the BOOK on you being a top draw. Because you'll no longer be "The Prodigy" Sylas Styles. You'll be "The NEXT VICTIM" Sylas Styles. And you can take THAT to the BANK.

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And do what exactly? Take it to the bank and approach a tellor and say "Hey, Ethan Bain told me to take this to the bank". All the while I'm holding nothing in my hands.. So tell me Grammar killer, what am I taking to the bank and what are they going to do with whatever it is your telling me to bring?

Christ.. all you muscleheads know how to do is come up with some sort of threatening catch phrase. Do they teach that on day 1 at your school of training or something?

Lesson 1: If your muscle exceeds your intelligence, you must mumble something incoherent as a threat and make sure you flex your muscles and make a "grr" face while doing so. And if all else fails, make a "rawr" face and say "you can take that to the bank". Just cross your fingers that someone never asks what it is, or what its going to result in at the bank.

He laughs at Ethan quite ecstaticly

Your a moron Bain.. not worth the flesh and mold they cloned you in. I've seen bigger, badder and more threatening then you and toppled them over aswell. They're all talk, much like you, and they all wind up walking away having accomplished nothing but making me a bigger star for defeating them, soundly!

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Bain scoffs at him as he replies.

You've seen bigger? What some asshat named Prometheus? Or no...no...that Tree guy. Yea that's it. Who else has there been?

He puts his hand to his chin acting as if he was thinking hard.

It doesn't make two SHITS who else. And it doesn't make two shits how bad you THINK you are. I AM the BIGGEST, BADDEST, MEANEST son of a bitch your scrawny little ass will EVER face. And after I'm done with you, you're gonna run backstage to Lil Ms. Zoli and cry "The Big Ticket gave me an owwie". You aint stepped in the ring with ANYTHING like Ethan Bain. And i'm gonna see to it that you'll NEVER wanna step in the ring with me AGAIN. Fun time's over, Styles. I'm all talk? Well then I guess I'm DONE talking. The next bit of communication we have is gonna be ME smudging that pretty makeover all over the side of a steel cage.

Bain drops his mic. He stands toe to toe with Sylas briefly before turning to the ropes. He steps over and out to the arena floor. On his way back up the walkway, he turns to Sylas points, smack talking as he makes his exit. The scene ends off with Styles on the second rope gesturing for Bain to "bring it on" before going to the next segment.

End.