Hello, my intended...

Voss, you simpleton... Don't you remember? Whomever challenged whomever - in this case you challenging ME - would  wait until the challenged accepted - which, incidently, I do - AND set the stipulations for the match. Sorry, no Food Fight for you... You want to know what match you just asked for? Bobo's Favorite... The NO ESCAPE MATCH.

You and I in an enclosed cage. No weapons. No allies. NO ESCAPE. Winner to be determined SOLELY by pinfall... In case you haven't caught on, you're going to spend alot of time HURTING before I put your shoulders on the mat... ONE IN EACH NEUTRAL CORNER.

Now, you're probably thinking the same thing the Boss is... Why is everyone after YOU? Easy. After the peons saw how much heat I get for kicking you around, they figured it was a gravy-run to glory by grabbing my coattails... Fine. I'm used to a certain degree of emulation. Who WOULDN'T want to be like the Angel of Death MOST EXALTED? But I digress... Rest assured that there's a critical difference between them and myself...You know what that is?

You have a CHANCE against THEM.

Now, since you've ducked me since I got here, you want to try to come off all tough by trying to 'turn the tables' and chase me, eh? Consider THAT plan officially BACKFIRED. You're not a 'face', Voss. You're a 'fuss'. All noise and no toys... Awwww.... That kind of stereo-typical crap went out with 'Rock 'n Wrestling', and it's high time you JOINED IT. You have the TEMERITY to think you can tell ME when MY life is going to end? Must... Not... Laugh... I guess that means you've hired a SNIPER. Heh.

Enough. You and me. NO ESCAPE. The Boss can drop the 'Near' in the PPV title, too... And there's nothing you can do about it...

'CEPT LOSE.

You're Welcome... See you SOON.