Fuel Injected Suicide Machine

In the aftermath of the dramatic events behind the Tension Battle Royale that saw a new Number One Contender being named as well as the development of a nasty feud involving the followers of Killer King and a handful of Tension favorites. One of them was making his way to the ring now as "No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel played through out the arena to the cheering, packed crowd that rose to their feet as Clyde Gastin made his way onto the stage, wearing a slick, black suit with matching tie and a white under shirt, walking to the ring with a unamused look on his face as he made his way to the ring and grabbed a mic.

"So first things first. If yall don't know the news. Your number one contender for the Tension Title is... some chick named Reira Kirishima who says she was in the Wrestle Angels league, but nobody remembers her... Either way! Congratulations, Reira. You've sold your soul and saggy tits to the devil herself for your five minutes of fame... Because that's exactly how long your success is gon' feel, Reira. It don't matter if you lose ta' John or if you become Champion and Lose ta' the soovabitch who's next in line and that's damn sure gon' be Me! " Clyde shouted into the mic with rapid delivery, earning the cheers from the crowd.

"But... Lately I been askin' ma'self When am I gon' just get smart and give up on this place? When am I gon' just pussy out and give the fuck up so this 'Baka-Gaijin' can just go home ta' where he belongs!? Ain't it enough I get jumped by 2 or 3 people every other night here!? That I got Killer King and Melissa Sellers out ta' ruin my ass when I wanna do is kick Allison Watson's sorry tail!? I've had my head busted by steel chairs! I fallen off ladders! I gone through tables! I've been raped in front of my girlfriend's eyes! I've been beaten near dead! Seen my own sister tortured in front of me! but I'm still here! And I'm still fightin'! Because Clyde T. Gastin is a Fuel Injected Suicide Machine and I can't be stopped!!" He screamed angrily.

"And when I asked myself... Why someone, other than just ta' be a bitch. Would pick me, fer a Three on One handicap match and then put me at Entry Number One for the Battle Royale that same day... It's either 'They just dont like me...', 'they're just a bitch,' Or..." And Clyde leaned over the ropes to face the Camera.

"I must be a threat." He paused. "Ya don't want me ta' win so ya do everything ya could to prevent it... "

"But lets say I'm over hypin' myself here... Maybe I ain't that much of a badass... Maybe I ain't a threat ta' nobody.... That's fine."

"I'll go be one." And with that, Clyde dropped his mic, and walked out of the ring, making his way back up the entrance ramp, to the backstage area.