Sometime after Carl Tuckerson's interview with Damon Black, we cut to the back where Tuckerson has found himself interviewing Black's opponent, Chris Linden. Carl Tuckerson Chris, you already heard some strong words from Damon Black tonight. What's your response? Chris stares at Tuckerson for a good 15 seconds with a stone-faced expression. Carl Tuckerson Chris? Linden grabs the microphone from Tuckerson's hand. Chris Linden Carl, I'm feeling particularly charitable tonight, so I'm only going to tell you to leave instead of threatening your life. Go. Now. Tuckerson gets the message and leaves. Chris turns back to the camera. Chris Linden Damon, Damon, Damon... Chris shakes his head and starts walking. The camera follows. Chris Linden You really have this all backwards, buddy. All that anger you vented earlier tonight? All that frustration? That's all fake. You know it and I know it. Sure, I've gotten the better of you over the past few weeks, as I should, since I am better than you in every way, but you're not the one who should be angry. In fact, I'm the one who's angry. I mean, yeah, I put up, in your words, and beat you at Octane and showed the entire world what they already knew about me being infinitely better than you, but the fact of the matter is that I'm still not satisfied. Why is that, might you ask? The answer's quite simple. I have to spend my time at InterAction saving the world from you instead of fighting Daniel Shine for my world championship. Almost on cue, Linden's face turns to rage. He turns to the closest wall and punches a hole in it. The pain doesn't seem to faze him, though. He stares at his bloody hand before continuing. Chris Linden Yeah, I said it, I'm saving everyone in this arena from you. What am I saving them from? A fraud. Plain and simple. You're just like Alex Rodriguez. Nothing about you is real or legitimate. You've never worked a day in your life and you've never had to lift a finger to get something you want. Everything's always been hand-delivered to you. I wouldn't be surprised if all the cheering for you on TV is canned noise piped in by the production truck. The crowd erupts into boos. Legitimate ones. Chris Linden I know you far too well, Damon. These fights between you and I recently have been the first times we've really faced off but I've been watching you. You wish you could call yourself the world's greatest but I know that your inability to do so is really eating you up inside. It bothers you and it burns you up to think that you've never been able to climb that mountain, but what have you done about it? Absolutely nothing. You've continued to allow yourself to be pampered and babied. You could shake off the sycophants and liars and hucksters and tell them that you want to be a legitimate champion but you've never taken that opportunity. No, instead it's always been the easy way out for you. You coast by because you sell merchandise. You joined up with the Winner's Circle to have those other guys protect you. It wouldn't shock me if you've never even broken a sweat in the middle of a ring before. Chris' hand is still bleeding, and he wipes some of it off onto his forehead, where it starts running down onto his face. Chris Linden See, Damon, that's why I'm so angry. It's all because of you. You're just a lazy piece of garbage. I really hate to repeat myself, but all you ever do is scream RELAPSE in your promos, tonight notwithstanding, and expect that your charisma will get you everywhere in this business. Yeah, you've had some success but it hasn't all been there for you because you are lazy. You could be so much more and you choose not to be. That's where my problem lays with you. You should be like me. You should be fighting hard and earning everything you've gotten. But since I know you're too busy preening and posing with fans to pay any attention to what I'm saying tonight, I'll just have to beat the life out of you. It doesn't matter who the referee is. It could be The Mime, it could be Midas, or management could even pull a fast one and dig up Roderick Brookes' corpse to serve as a referee. I don't know. I just know that I don't care. In our tag match at Octane, I made an important choice. I could have made Kurt Cassidy tap out to the Viper Vice but I passed up on that opportunity for a very important reason. You see, way back, I made you a promise, Damon. I told you that I was going to make you tap in the middle of the ring. I was going to make you scream like the little bitch you are. The match at Octane didn't really give me that opportunity. Cassidy was the legal man so I decided to be pragmatic and just beat him with a pin. I knew that wasting my time with the Viper Vice would cheapen its effect. Now that you and I will be the only men in the ring, I can live up to my promise. Tonight, Kurt Cassidy won't be able to save you from your fate, Damon. I'm finally going to deliver on my promise and I will make you tap. I'm not even going to bother trying to pin you. Every time you're down in the middle of that ring, I am going to put you in the Viper Vice. I'm going to make you fear that hold, Damon, because you will feel it every single time I have the opportunity. You will tap, Damon. Sure, the first few times I lock you in it, I'm certain that you'll get to the ropes or hit me enough to make me release the hold. I get that, because it's all a matter of wearing you down. It's only a matter of time, though. You won't be able to last forever, Damon, because once I've choked you six or seven times, the thoughts you don't want to think about are going to start going through your head. You're going to feel like there's no escape except surrender, and the pain is going to be too much to bear. You know how I know that, Damon? I know it because I know my limit and I know your limit is less than mine. I've shown on too many occasions to count that I have a better pain tolerance than anyone in the business, and even I can only take being choked a certain number of times before I start entertaining the thought of ending it all with those quick few taps on the mat. That's why you're going to lose tonight, Damon. I know that you can only take so much punishment and I will push you past that limit. Chris sits down in a chair and rolls his neck around before continuing. Chris Linden Damon, you think that tonight is going to be your redemption after your loss in that tag match but you are sorely mistaken. All you're going to become is a footnote in my history. The chapter between us will close tonight and I will begin focusing on something far more important than you. The sight of you screaming in pain and tapping out in the middle of that ring is going to serve as a message to whoever wins the championship tonight. I don't care who wins. All that matters is that after tonight, I'm coming after them. I'm going to put you away, Damon, and then I'm going to paint a big target on the back of the world champion. It's going to be a big target for me to aim at as I step closer and closer to winning that championship that should be mine. But before that, I have to finish what I started. All those promises of victory by submission, all those boasts about my pain tolerance and my skill and having more talent than anyone in the world... they'll all be meaningless unless I win tonight. That's how I know I'll win. It's the will to push myself beyond the limits of any other man that will bring me to victory. I have put a lot of pressure on myself and I'm not going to let myself down. I made a vow when I joined this company that my time here would have one of two outcomes: me winning the world championship or my death. I'm still alive, so that leaves only one option. Damon, the time fast approaches. It's almost time for you and I to settle this stupid little score between us, and quite frankly, I can't wait until it's all over. I'm sick and tired of your undeserved ego. I'm sick and tired of your primped and manicured face. Everything about you is manufactured and fake. Everything about you is a lie and a fraud and tonight's the night that I finally expose you and end you. Not even the Relapse will be able to save you. Chris stands up and smirks into the camera. Chris Linden Did you notice something just now, Damon? Did you pay extra attention to what I was saying? If you did, you'd notice that contrary to your expectations, I didn't swear once. You know why I did that? It's simple. I'm not a fountain of unfocused rage like I usually am. Tonight, I've decided to be simple in my anger and just point it all at you. This isn't the usual Chris Linden. Sure, I'm still angry as I always am, but there are certain times where I accept that I need to control myself to achieve my goals. Tonight's one of those times. If I want to put you away and really disabuse you of your delusions of victory, I have to be focused, and that means no flying off the handle and that means no profanity. No, Damon, tonight's just about beating you. I'm Better Than You. I'm The Alpha and The Omega. I'm The Baddest Man Alive. And I am going to break you in the ring tonight. Chris drops the mic and we cut back to the ring.