The General Will Rise To The Top

[The General Ly]

We open up to General Ly standing in the locker room in a suit holding his duffel bag. It appears that The General has just got in and is about to change for training.

The General: Ah. Hello out there to all of my troops, and also to all the others out there who don't know what I'm about.

This coming Showdown will be my next chance for the belt, and this time it's just you and me, Felix. Bring your knife if you'd like. I took it away from you both times with Swan in the ring distracting me, so there isn't a doubt in anyone's mind that I will take it away from you again.

I will be on top. How do I know that? Well see here. I've been to the bottom and still persevered. I've been in missions that have been fucked up beyond all recognition with team members falling left and right, gunfire and explosions all around, the probability of not seeing tomorrow, and the mission looking very, very bleak. And yes, I still came out on top.

See, I know that I have what it takes. I have fought back staring death right in the face. Winning the belt is just my way of showing that fact to all the doubters out there.

I laid both Felix and Swan at On The Edge, and I will have no problems doing it again this week. Fortunately for Swan, he doesn't have to be in the ring with me like Felix does.

The lights in the locker room starts to flicker slowly as The General is looking up at the ceiling.

The General: Looks like shit is getting thick around here. *looks at camera* Felix, you better make sure the women and children are put to bed because you and I are going to war.

Lights go back to normal and the camera goes off.

[Felix Rivera]

FELIX
General, sir!

You think I dont see you for what you really are puto??

You're jealous, tha's right, I fucking said it!

You may walk around this place and act like you all "justo y equilibrado", thats "fair and balanced" for you gringo's out there, but what I saw you doing at OVER THE EDGE was the work of a bona-fide, one-of-a-kind...HATER!

What I saw at OVER THE EDGE was a man doing his best to give Mickey Swan the championship, MI CAMPEONATO, sneaking around like some like some GRUNT on the front lines, sneaking past the enemy, making your little "Top secret" pin, Vete a la mierda!

The REAL ref was counting MY pin, that was my match, my victory, and you tried to steal it from me...Felix Rivera!

You hate the fact that I'm the champ.
You hate the fact that I beat you and Swan to win this belt.
You hate the fact that the wreckin rican always seems to come out on top.

You tried to change fate, and you failed. Thats why yo soy the champion, still, a month later, I remain the top dog.

We aint goin to war General, hell naw, war is way to...como se dise? War is to..."Vague", ya, thats right. War? Ha-ha, WE'RE GOING TO HELL AND BACK.

Hellfire and Brimstone aint got shit on the Puerto Rican Wreckin machine! Mickey Mouse can pick whatever match he wants, it makes NO DIFFERENCE, yo soy the champ for a fuckin reason, papa, I rise up to the challenge and I keep smackin you fools down. TIME and TIME again, I prevail, and I will again.

You aint ready for this.

WOOOOOO! Brrraaaaat! Brrrraaaaat! I'm firin' on ALL cylinders, ha-ha, thats right, you know my name, puto, but I wont just CUT YOU, man, I WILL END YOU!