"You're a cheap, low-rate Mick Foley wannabe"

Abyss: "The doctors have said, that I cannot compete tonight, but I need answers. Mick Foley, I need answers. You owe me that, Mick. You owe me answers!

So Mick, get..."

[Foleys Entrancemusik unterbricht Abyss und er erscheint in der Halle.]

Mick Foley: "Hey, hold on there, Abyss. Did I... Are you sure you said, that I owed you? You, who've taken so much from me in terms of you career and your look and your persona? You feel like I owe you?

No no no, what exactly do I owe you for, Chris? Do I owe your for the 24 plus years of blood, sweat and tears, that I dedicated to this business? Do I owe you for paving the way for guys like you to make a living? Do I owe you for the flannel shirt, I presented so you can carry on my hardcore tradition? No no, I'm sorry Chris. As far as me owing you, that's just not gonna happen."

Abyss: "Mick, I wanna make one thing clear. All I was trying to do was save you. Against Kevin, I didn't know, what he was gonna do to you. I came to the ring to save you. And as far... as far as the Tweak and Tweet Connection picture thing goes: That Mick, that was an accident. I went into your office, Mick, to give the barbed wire bat to help save you and I accidently knocked the picture off the wall, Mick. That was my fault, Mick. That was my fault."

Mick Foley: "So wait, wait, wait. Hold on a second. I mean you're right, it was. I mean, it was an accident, you said it yourself. I think you said the words, that you came into my office. Did you have an invitation do enter my private space, Chris? Then you took my bat, Chris. Did I extend an invitation for you to do that, too? Did I say, Hey Chris Parks, come on now and mess up my title shot, mess up my shot at the TNA Legends Belt? Did extend that invitation to you, Chris? And did I say, hey Chris while you're at it, while you're in there in my office with my stuff costing me my belt, why don't you take a bat and destroy my most prized posession? Did I give you permission to do that, Chris?

You see, when I look back at my career, it occurs to me, that I didn't need your help. I didn't need to be saved. [Abyss wendet seinen Blick ab.] No, look at me! Did I need to be saved, when I was hurled twenty feet of a Hell in a Cell? No. Did I need your help, when my flesh was hanging jacked on barbed wires in Japan? No. Did I, Chris, did I need your help, when my ear – take a look at it, take a look at it. When it was being ripped off my skull, hey Chris? Were you helping me, were you saving me in the ambulance, when I said, ‘Vergessen sie nicht bitte mein Ohr in the Plastiktasche zu bringen', which means don't forgot to bring my ear in the plastic bag. I don't need your help and I don't need you."

Abyss: "Mick, you... you are, no... you were my hero. I idolised you. I came up in this business wanting you be like you. I got into this business, because of you.

You know, I can remember all the times as a little boy, all the beatings from my father, when my mother turned her blind eye. You what got my through that, Mick? You did. Watching you give your blood, your sweat, your tears and your body to this business and all these fans, that's why I got in it. And Mick, how do you repay me Mick? [Abyss entfernt das Pflaster über der Wunde, die Foley ihm in der Vorwoche zufügte.] That's how. That's how you repay me. Look at that. That's how you repay me."

Mick Foley: "Hold on, hold on, Chris, hold on. It has crossed my mind in the past week, that my actions although warrented may have been a little extreme. But I want you to know, I'm not ... you're not the only one, who got hurt last Thursday, Chris. [Hält seine umwickelte Hand hoch.] I'm not claiming I got twenty-four stiches on my hand, but I spend a couple of hours in a hospital room having painful shots of video casette remote from my palm.

And I understand, that's a cheap excuse, but this is not cheap, Chris. This is a peace song bringer. Apove and upon the literally peace sign I bring to you on my shirt to replace the one, that was quite frankly soaked in your own blood, well I bring you... I bring you this, Chris."

[Foley holt eine Neuanfertigung des Tweak and Tweet Connection Bildes hervor.]

Abyss: "You... you fixed it."

Mick Foley: "Wow no no, I didn't. I didn't actually fix it. Because while it looks like the real Tweak and Tweet Connection picture, it's not. It's a copy, Chris. It's a fact similarity. It's a cheap imitation. It's a ripoff. And if anyone should know about cheap imitations and ripoffs, it's you, Chris. Oh, it's you Chris.

Hey, no I'm not saying you're not a formidable competitor. I'm not saying you haven't ripped the roof off the Impact-Zone from time to time. Hey, you've stolen you're share of pay-per-views. You even had the Monsters Ball named after you. But when it comes to comparisons between you and me, you're not even in the same league, Chris. You're like this copy. You're a cheap, low-rate Mick Foley wannabe. A wannabe, Chris. A wannabe."

[Foley wendet sich ab, nimmt dann aber das Bild und zerschmettert es an Abyss Kopf.]