STANDARD! Do you know what you have done when you spoke those words to me. The simple words of “Monster”. You signed away your life with your own arrogance! 

I’ve made illnesses obsolete, I have brought people back from the brink of death. And for that they called me a hero, there was a line of people hoping that my name would be assigned to them as they lay in their fragile state on that hospital bed. 

Such a harrowing sight, I wished to put a stop to that. I found a way to help humanity. All I needed was just a little experimentation. And we could prosper.

Those people couldn’t understand, and for that I was a pariah. I was a monster. And on slam I gave you the opportunity to understand. I showed you my thesis in full. And by looking me in the eyes after our match and calling me that vile word, all you managed to prove was that you were standard in all aspects of life including intellect. 

Those standard people, they are the crowd that always shunned and shamed great minds of their time. But like clockwork every ten years or so they turn around and lament about how backwards they were. And now they are an enlightened class that will accept so much better.  

It’s all so repetitive and you know… Standard! So perhaps I should be blamed for expecting the better of humanity. Especially for one that holds himself in such high regard. Someone who portrays himself as resolute but bold. But in the end I just was called a monster by an arrogant fool stuck in his ways.  

You see Standard, that’s the issue with this match for you. You’re faced between two very different end points that you are running from. And had you stayed quiet perhaps you would’ve snuck by like a shadow. But the modern man cannot simply be a shadow can he? He has to enforce his morality onto everyone else. Despite all facts and logic staring him in the face they stubbornly blather on about how things ought to be rather than how they are.

And so the only advice I can give you is, pray to whatever deity you adhere to that I am not half the monster you think I am. I have seen monstrous things after being shoved into the shadows by standard men like you. And those shadows contain nothing but horrors that no standard man could dare to comprehend.

All for the crime of trying to make the world a better place.

So when you look at what my mind can comprehend and who is on the other side of the ring. There’s a sad and simple conclusion for you. And that is you are not escaping that wrestling ring with your body nor mind intact.

You wanted a monster out of wrestling and a doctor entered. 

I’ll very happily be the one to sign your death certificate.