You’ve always been the builder, Stubbins.  Ever so meticulous, you’ve built your empire brick by brick, a vision in mind, and you executed everything perfectly.  You built upon an unshakable bedrock.  Created this visage of being inhuman, unshakable, and calculating. 

You created the veneer of stoicism.  You have built your house upon such a secure foundation with so few weaknesses… 

You made yourself a fortress unto the entirety of Arcadia.  You built a pool to essentially create your own army, one that not only had your own son as a member, but the man you deceived into raising him.  The same man you had me aid in the ruination of.   

However, I can feel it coming in the air tonight.  The winds of change are blowing.  You forgot all those years ago, you forgot I saw it all with my own two eyes.  I watched as you took advantage of Sarah.  I was the one you came to for help in burying your shame.  We watched it all burn together, and you thought it was dead and gone.  Until you were met with the same young man and his father.  But you didn’t turn them away, you didn’t confess.  Instead, you became their ally, and as I watched, I knew why.  It’s the one thing you want to hide from the world. 

The one chink in your armor, you still have one emotion buried deep down under that steel façade.  You still want to be loved.  Victor was a disappointment, and by the time you realized that, you regretted throwing away your biological son. 

This week, I will force you to breathe it in and see what your life would’ve been like with a sweet, loving family.  It will feel like years for you, my friend, but it will be meager moments to me.  You will blink and realize all too late that I’ve always known the one stone I needed to pull to bring your entire empire down around your ears. 

As you watch in seconds, it all tumbles to your ankles, and Arcadia realizes that Doom is in fact… human.  And as you lie there drowning in your own humiliation, I will not lend a hand. 

Because this is the moment I’ve been waiting for all my life.  The proof that you and I are not equals, you should’ve remembered this.  I’ve always held the key to your misery, and this week I use it to take everything from you.  Because do you think James will want anything to do with you after he realizes you just used him and the man who sacrificed his life for his survival as guinea pigs?  No, he’ll stare at you like you viewed Victor, with shame and disappointment, and while you suffer with that judgment… 

You’ll be left broken as the fruit of your loins walks away from you, leaving you empty-hearted, empty-handed, when you’re forced to present the OSW Championship to me instead of throwing it at my feet

This week, I break everything you are, and I take everything you built.