Oh, how pleased I am to have new material for Quoth Bray Wyatt! Months have passed since he has said anything worth writing down, but this one is sublime in its simplicity. Here’s what he said at Fastlane when he entered in a coffin to Undertaker’s music, and soon I’ll transcribe for the annals his promo from RAW. In the past his monologues have smacked of Shakespeare and Tennessee Williams — what does this one sound like? Goethe maybe? Dante? Anne Rice?
There’s a wicked feeling in the air tonight. Can you feel it? I will never forget the first time I saw him. He made me tremble. His eyes, they were so cold, man. And behind them was nothing but darkness. And I feared him, but now he has become just like everyone else. Weak, and broken. Just a shell of what he once was. His obsession with sympathy has turned a monster into a mere mortal, and now his soul is lost, stuck in limbo between your world and ours. But I think, man, I think it’s time for him to go home. My mission is clear — I know you can hear me, I know that you are listening, and I want you to know that I don’t fear you anymore. Because I am pain, I am suffering, I am Bray Wyatt, the new face of fear. And at Wrestlemania, I will claim the soul of the Undertaker.
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