Monstruo del Circo is standing outside the Boiler Room, where he and Blake Justice battled it out like two men possessed on only hurting each other. Despite the fact that MDC had been appointed the victor, the truth is that a match like that doesn’t have winners or losers. Only pain. Circo looks up at the camera that is filming him and has a look of disgust on his face as he starts to speak in his Argentine accent.
MDC: Whoever is waiting next for me, you are a fortunate man. Because when I fight I am fuelled by two things, hatred and money. And ever since I joined Against Medical Advice, money has long since stopped being a problem. And after that nightmare I just went through with that son of a bitch Blake Justice, any heart that I had in my heart has been left in the room behind me. So as it stands - this is the moment in time where I am most vulnerable. This is the perfect time for my enemies to swoop in and attempt to bring me to my knees with a final swoop.
MDC shows no emotion on his face, apart from exhaustion as he spits some blood on the ground before being carried on speaking.
MDC: I promised that there would be blood and an offering of blood has been paid. So as I look towards the horizon, I don’t see my future. I don’t see my next match. I don’t see anything. Nothing stands in front of me apart from the darkness. And I welcome it with a warm embrace. Hello darkness my old friend.