I had him at the end. Had him dead to rights. I could have stopped him, stopped them, stopped the wake of terror that follows them wherever they go. [Rewinds, watches clip again] If I had just gotten one good break, I'd have ended him there.
I wasn't fast enough, though. Wasn't quick enough. Wasn't strong enough. And so I had to stand by, frozen in a fury masquerading as indifference, my rage making me yawn like a nervous child, as he wrapped himself in a flag of accolades and basked in the glory, all provided by his mindless adoring throngs. [Rewinds, watches clip again] I still have a chance, and I won't make the same mistake this time. I've worked hard. I'm faster. I'm stronger. I'm better. I've watched him on television all month. I've seen him in action. And I know this in my heart: I'm faster than him now, both physically and mentally. He won't beat me on pure talent this time. He'll need to be smarter to win, and this time he's not. I'm going to lure him where I want him, then expose him for what he really is. Those sycophants, those disciples, will leave him behind when they know what I know. When they know just what kind of man they have made their king. [Rewinds, watches clip again] This is bigger than me. This is for the future of the program. Hell, it's for the future of the game itself. If I am eliminated, so be it. But I can't keep living with this shame. I'll remove that halo. I'll bury him figuratively before I do it literally. Or I'll die trying. It begins now.