Post by sick on Jul 14, 2013 4:24:13 GMT -5
{Normally i’d start of with my little words about who deserves the hand of justice to be wrapped around their necks. Outline why they’re guilty and what punishment they should receive to fit their crime. This time unfortunately I can’t do it. Not because I don’t want to though. It is because there is one person who is guilty of a crime that is unacceptable. That is unheard of. That is the most disgraceful. So with that being said. Let me start this off the usual way}.
{So yeah. This past week wasn’t my proudest moment in the PCW. No disrespect to Ryan at all. He is a competitor that is going places. It shouldn’t have been at my expense though. I’m not pissed at him to be honest. No, I’m pissed at myself for letting myself get lazy with my effort. Also with the fact my focus is elsewhere doesn’t help. I was so close to unmasking the ‘Unknown’ exposing the person behind the mask for the world to see. So in fact, I failed twice. Someone of my calibre shouldn’t be failing in such simple tasks. I know that many people will find some humor in my failings and that is all well and good with me.
For I know in my cold little dark heart that it won’t last long.
After all I have had only a few hiccups along the way. But after making my intentions somewhat known to a few people. I think they know in their heart that they’re living on borrowed time and that the pitbull is at the gate of their kingdom. Nothing unusual about that when you’re in the high position that you have earned through hard work. Everyone becomes envious and wants to take you down. Yes. That includes me as well. I’m sure that the person who is listening to my words will come to the realization that they’re in grave danger.
By that time though. It’s going to be too late}.
(After what has been, in his own words, 'a disappointing night of failures'. Curtis Wilkes is seen sitting on the couch in his hotel. Still dressed in his wrestling attire he stares directly at the t.v watching a replay of his match with Ryan Robinson to get an idea of where it went wrong for him. For the life of him he can't figure it out. That is until he sees the counter to his DDT. A Northern Lights Supex? A move that has never been used on him as a counter to his DDT. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was planned. But it was that counter that cost him. Another thing that bothered him was how much information Ryan got on him so easily. Almost like his file had been leaked. How the hell did he know so much? He couldn't fathom the effort that it took to get that much of it. It was almost ten to fifteen years worth of history. He can smell a rat. It's just a question of who it is. With a heavy sigh he switches the television off).
{It's at this point that I climb into the comfy bed that the Hotel has provided and lay awake for a few seconds until my eyes betray me and I fall asleep}.
*bbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnngggggggggg*
{The sound of my phone wakes me from my sleep and as soon as I look at the screen I curse under my breath. The time is 7:45 in the morning and I'm still tired. The phone number calling me is from another mobile phone, one which I don't recognize. Against my better judgement and probably because I want to find out who it is. I answer the phone}.
Curtis: Curtis speaking.
Morgan: Curtis, this is Morgan Simmons speaking.
{Great, my day off and already my boss is badgering me}.
Curtis: Why are you calling me on my mobile phone. Or better yet, how did you get my number?
Morgan: That is not of any concern to you. Now I am in the hotel restaurant enjoying some breakfast. I want you to come down and join me.
Curtis: But it's barely eight o'clock in the morning.
Morgan: Just do as your told Curtis and don't keep me waiting.
{What the fuck is this about. She barely speaks ten words to me during her tenure here and now she wants to have breakfast with me? Something is up and I'm somewhat curious as to what she is up to. I quickly throw on some neat jeans and drunk smiley Nirvana shirt with Doc Martens and begin to make my way to the restaurant}.
{I know something is up straight away. She is dressed for business and has protection with her in the form of three men built like brick shit houses also dressed like they're attending a business meeting. She smiles at the sight of me and for some reason it is unnerving to me. Because I know what she is capable of and the power she holds. As I approach closer, I pick up the scent of heavy perfume. Layers of it).
Morgan: Curtis. A pleasure to meet you.
{She holds her hand out to me. She probably thinks I'm going to reciprocate. Which I do, before adding in the following observation}.
Curtis: You know that perfume hides the smell of shit and piss pretty well Morgan.
{In an instant I feel the grip of her hand tighten and her smile wiped from her face after that comment. It was deliberate on my part. In no way, am I, a fan of hers. That comment was to establish that fact early on}.
Morgan: Right, well, let's get to business shall we. Sit down.
{I ignore the tone in her voice. The tone of someone who orders others around}.
Morgan: Now Curtis.
Curtis: Before we start Morgan. I have some questions for you.
{I notice that she purses her lips. That doesn't deter me though}.
Curtis: This mystery person you hired. Why have they started targeting me all of a sudden?
Morgan: Why the hell would I know that Curtis. I don't control the person's actions.
Curtis: You can give orders though.
Morgan: True. But this person is walking to the beat of their own drum. I have no idea as to why they've taken an interest to you.
{Plausible answer. Let's ask the next question}.
Curtis: Did you leak my personal file?
{Now she looks offended by this question}.
Morgan: How dare you make that accusation.
Curtis: Did you Morgan? Seems strange that Ryan Robinson knew so much of my past history when it's not on any information websites.
Morgan: Curtis. If I did something like that. I could lose my job and I am sure as hell not losing it by making a mistake like that. It's a breach of company rules. You may not think I follow any of them. But I do.
[I decide to let the issue drop there. If she is lying, she's doing a damn good job of concealing it}.
Curtis: So Morgan with my questions answered for now. By all means explain why you have dragged me from my slumber at this ungodly hour.
Morgan: I have been watching you Curtis and you intrigued me in your methods. Your a family man at heart who loves his wife. Who has pride in his country. And you're not a person who is a goody two shoes.
Curtis: Tell me something I don't know Morgan.
Morgan: You also have no affiliation with PCW. You've said in your own words that you're a hired gun. You're in the same group as that upstanding member of our roster Smith Jones along with Damon. Now you know of my dislike of a certain little group in this company that has decided to rebel against my rule.
{I give her a smile. I know exactly the group she is referencing}.
Curtis: Well, they've taken you and Ryder down a peg or two. Humiliated and embarrassed you two last week by dousing you....
Morgan: Don't say it. You already know what happened. I want them to pay for it.
{I shrug my shoulders and think "what the hell does that have to do with me").
Morgan: That's where you come in. You said yourself you're a gun for hire and I want you to do a little business for me.
Curtis: Such as?
Morgan: You have a match with Dannielle and I want her to suffer the worst pain imaginable. You have the credentials in making that happen.
{I smile, knowing that is true. The question is. Do I want to hurt her, maim her or am I content on beating her. The choice is mine}.
Morgan: .....Pay handsomely.
Curtis: I'm sorry what?
Morgan: I'm willing to pay handsomely. You name a price and I'll match it.
Curtis: Nothing.
{She looks puzzled. So I go to explain}.
Curtis: I want to face her and beat her to prove a point. I can beat anyone and that includes champions even when nothing is at stake. I don't need incentives to accomplish what I want. I will beat Dannielle. I am determined to beat Dannielle and when I am determined. Nothing or no one can stop me. I want to make a statement and if Dannielle has to be it. Then so be it. But I'm interested in why you're wanting me to do this. No, scratch that. I know why.
{That got her and I see her staring a hole through me}.
Curtis: See, Dannielle hit a raw nerve with you. About your past associations. More specifically your association with one of the disciples and I'm not talking about Kai either. Let's face it. Syn hurt you and you're still pissed about it. Dannielle didn't help matters by rubbing your nose in it either. Basically accusing you of not caring about his well being and you know after reading the reports about his health, I tend to think the same thing.
{As I look up at her. I notice two things. One, she's pissed royally at me now and secondly there are only two bodyguards standing behind her. One of them is missing}.
Curtis: So Morgan. You can go back to your office and cry all you want to Terrell that I ain't doing shit for either one of you. Go talk to my buddy Smith if you want it done. Because while I am capable of doing it. I am not going do it for you two.
Morgan: Well I must say Curtis. I was extending a hand of friendship to you and you've slapped it away. Just know that there are consequences for your choice.
{Her tone for the word 'choice' is different and before I know it. I feel a heavy glass object hit me from behind thanks to the missing bodyguard. The blow is heavy, unexpected and has opened up the back of my head. As I lay on the ground. I feel her high heel right on my chest and see her looking down at me}
Morgan: You will destroy Dannielle. If you don't. I'll make you suffer. Are we clear?
{Real clear}.
Curtis: Crystal.
Morgan: Good.
As was stated in my earlier words. I failed twice and to further see if I will fail again. Morgan Simmons, by her choice or not, has more or less booked a match that can either make me or break me. Several months ago I beat Jay Thunder in a non title match. Way earlier than that. Michael Morrison couldn't beat me in a match and resorted to getting himself disqualified. Then we went to the Anarchy in the Cage and out of all people involved. Neither I or Yoshiru got pinned. Syn did and for some reason he was still given the chances. Heather decided to pack her bags and quit. Thus she got a sympathy shot. Then of course we had Jay conjure up some bullshit contract to get his shot. All these people got their shots without earning it. Meanwhile I've beaten nearly everyone put in front of me. Giants, legends, former World champs and I have gotten nothing in return for my efforts. Now, I know that I was defeated by Ryan and I can guarantee you. The viewing public at home. I will not fail my task a second time. For there is much more at stake. A chance to prove that I deserve a shot, a chance to beat a World champion and a chance to drive a stake into the heart of team Lethality.
That's right people. I face Dannielle Lopez....And the story is the same as usual. It's non title.
Dannielle. Again I congratulate you for overcoming a lot of obstacles. Much like the bullshit in our past respective companies. Being told by many people that I know, that because of the old gender politics of male vs female. You were seen as not worthy of being champion. Why? Because you were a woman. Me, on the other hand, has no problem with it. In fact I think it is a great thing that the barriers on gender competing are being broken. You earned your way to that championship. Your hard work and determination payed. Something that a lot of people are happy with you for doing. They're happy of the message that you have conveyed. I, however don't feel that way. In fact it pisses me off royally. Now before you say that I am narrow minded. Let me explain to you, it is not because of what you've accomplished. It is not because you're a woman as I explained earlier. It is because while I have done everything in my power and have gotten fuck all out of it. You on the other hand come out one week with your buddies and make threats along with demands to management or you would walk out. One of those demands was to be named the number one contender to the World title. Which you got.
Can you see why I'm pissed off yet? Or do you want me to go further?
Make no mistake about it Dannielle. I am no friend of management. Whether it was when your husband was in charge, who did everything in his power to see I was never hired back into this company. Or now with Morgan Simmons who seems to ignore the fact that I exist unless she wants something. Under both of their respective rule. Have I ever come out and made threats of a walkout to any of them if I didn't get my way? Or did I threaten to make their lives a living hell? No, not once, not ever have I made those threats. Because unlike you and your buddies, no matter who runs the show, you follow their rules. As much as I hated Baker, I followed his system. I may not like Morgan Simmons. But I follow her system. The point I am trying to make here Dannielle is that you didn't earn the opportunity at your title shot. No you got your shot by bitching. It pisses me off that I am wallowing in mediocrity. Not even looked at for any title shot for my hard work and if you’ve observed who i’ve beaten. If you were in my position. you would be pissed too. But never. Not at any time have I threatened the boss to get what I want. So already I have proven myself to be the better person out of two of us.
I want your title Dannielle make no mistake about it. I have been fighting for nearly a year to prove I am ready for the opportunity. I’ve beaten everyone put in front of me apart from a few exceptions. I have done everything asked of me. Except for one thing and that is beating you. not only beating you. But hurting you,causing you pain and misery among other things. It’s non title. That to me means nothing. I am going to be fighting you like it was for the title. That means I’m going to be smart in what I do, no risk, no stupid mistakes. It is all going to be calculated. You are the key to my success, you are the key to me getting what I so richly deserve. That’s why I want to beat you. That’s why your pal Morgan wanted to hire me to take you out. Because she realizes how much it means to me to get a shot. That she offered me money to take you out.
But as you saw. Money doesn’t outweigh the glory I want to feel from this.
So Dannielle. Even though I didn’t win against your team mate in Ryan Robinson, even though I have a masked maniac who seems to shadow me at every opportunity and even though this is non-title. I want you to prepare for this like it is. To get a feel as to what could possibly await in your future. If I have my way, If I manage to defeat you. I could be standing opposite you at the PPV fighting for the belt that you hold in your possession. I’m not getting ahead of myself though. One step at a time I will get back to the top of the mountain. On Saturday July 20th. I make an example of you and show those who run the show that I am more than deserving of getting the title shot against you. But first I must soften you up. A task I am more than willing to do with a smile on my face. At Rapture Dannielle. You will learn like many others have past.
I am Australian. The definition of whoop ass, shelia.
Because I am Australian, I am Elite.
Because I am Elite. I will always be better than you.
And the era of Lethality will be left in the dust by the New Era of PCW.
(End Transmission).
The Victim- Curtis Wilkes.
The Crime- I am guilty of nearly becoming something that I despise. Being mediocre.
The Punishment- It is time for me to focus and train as hard as I can to get back to the pinnacle.
The Crime- I am guilty of nearly becoming something that I despise. Being mediocre.
The Punishment- It is time for me to focus and train as hard as I can to get back to the pinnacle.
{So yeah. This past week wasn’t my proudest moment in the PCW. No disrespect to Ryan at all. He is a competitor that is going places. It shouldn’t have been at my expense though. I’m not pissed at him to be honest. No, I’m pissed at myself for letting myself get lazy with my effort. Also with the fact my focus is elsewhere doesn’t help. I was so close to unmasking the ‘Unknown’ exposing the person behind the mask for the world to see. So in fact, I failed twice. Someone of my calibre shouldn’t be failing in such simple tasks. I know that many people will find some humor in my failings and that is all well and good with me.
For I know in my cold little dark heart that it won’t last long.
After all I have had only a few hiccups along the way. But after making my intentions somewhat known to a few people. I think they know in their heart that they’re living on borrowed time and that the pitbull is at the gate of their kingdom. Nothing unusual about that when you’re in the high position that you have earned through hard work. Everyone becomes envious and wants to take you down. Yes. That includes me as well. I’m sure that the person who is listening to my words will come to the realization that they’re in grave danger.
By that time though. It’s going to be too late}.
(After what has been, in his own words, 'a disappointing night of failures'. Curtis Wilkes is seen sitting on the couch in his hotel. Still dressed in his wrestling attire he stares directly at the t.v watching a replay of his match with Ryan Robinson to get an idea of where it went wrong for him. For the life of him he can't figure it out. That is until he sees the counter to his DDT. A Northern Lights Supex? A move that has never been used on him as a counter to his DDT. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was planned. But it was that counter that cost him. Another thing that bothered him was how much information Ryan got on him so easily. Almost like his file had been leaked. How the hell did he know so much? He couldn't fathom the effort that it took to get that much of it. It was almost ten to fifteen years worth of history. He can smell a rat. It's just a question of who it is. With a heavy sigh he switches the television off).
{It's at this point that I climb into the comfy bed that the Hotel has provided and lay awake for a few seconds until my eyes betray me and I fall asleep}.
*bbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnngggggggggg*
{The sound of my phone wakes me from my sleep and as soon as I look at the screen I curse under my breath. The time is 7:45 in the morning and I'm still tired. The phone number calling me is from another mobile phone, one which I don't recognize. Against my better judgement and probably because I want to find out who it is. I answer the phone}.
Curtis: Curtis speaking.
Morgan: Curtis, this is Morgan Simmons speaking.
{Great, my day off and already my boss is badgering me}.
Curtis: Why are you calling me on my mobile phone. Or better yet, how did you get my number?
Morgan: That is not of any concern to you. Now I am in the hotel restaurant enjoying some breakfast. I want you to come down and join me.
Curtis: But it's barely eight o'clock in the morning.
Morgan: Just do as your told Curtis and don't keep me waiting.
{What the fuck is this about. She barely speaks ten words to me during her tenure here and now she wants to have breakfast with me? Something is up and I'm somewhat curious as to what she is up to. I quickly throw on some neat jeans and drunk smiley Nirvana shirt with Doc Martens and begin to make my way to the restaurant}.
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{I know something is up straight away. She is dressed for business and has protection with her in the form of three men built like brick shit houses also dressed like they're attending a business meeting. She smiles at the sight of me and for some reason it is unnerving to me. Because I know what she is capable of and the power she holds. As I approach closer, I pick up the scent of heavy perfume. Layers of it).
Morgan: Curtis. A pleasure to meet you.
{She holds her hand out to me. She probably thinks I'm going to reciprocate. Which I do, before adding in the following observation}.
Curtis: You know that perfume hides the smell of shit and piss pretty well Morgan.
{In an instant I feel the grip of her hand tighten and her smile wiped from her face after that comment. It was deliberate on my part. In no way, am I, a fan of hers. That comment was to establish that fact early on}.
Morgan: Right, well, let's get to business shall we. Sit down.
{I ignore the tone in her voice. The tone of someone who orders others around}.
Morgan: Now Curtis.
Curtis: Before we start Morgan. I have some questions for you.
{I notice that she purses her lips. That doesn't deter me though}.
Curtis: This mystery person you hired. Why have they started targeting me all of a sudden?
Morgan: Why the hell would I know that Curtis. I don't control the person's actions.
Curtis: You can give orders though.
Morgan: True. But this person is walking to the beat of their own drum. I have no idea as to why they've taken an interest to you.
{Plausible answer. Let's ask the next question}.
Curtis: Did you leak my personal file?
{Now she looks offended by this question}.
Morgan: How dare you make that accusation.
Curtis: Did you Morgan? Seems strange that Ryan Robinson knew so much of my past history when it's not on any information websites.
Morgan: Curtis. If I did something like that. I could lose my job and I am sure as hell not losing it by making a mistake like that. It's a breach of company rules. You may not think I follow any of them. But I do.
[I decide to let the issue drop there. If she is lying, she's doing a damn good job of concealing it}.
Curtis: So Morgan with my questions answered for now. By all means explain why you have dragged me from my slumber at this ungodly hour.
Morgan: I have been watching you Curtis and you intrigued me in your methods. Your a family man at heart who loves his wife. Who has pride in his country. And you're not a person who is a goody two shoes.
Curtis: Tell me something I don't know Morgan.
Morgan: You also have no affiliation with PCW. You've said in your own words that you're a hired gun. You're in the same group as that upstanding member of our roster Smith Jones along with Damon. Now you know of my dislike of a certain little group in this company that has decided to rebel against my rule.
{I give her a smile. I know exactly the group she is referencing}.
Curtis: Well, they've taken you and Ryder down a peg or two. Humiliated and embarrassed you two last week by dousing you....
Morgan: Don't say it. You already know what happened. I want them to pay for it.
{I shrug my shoulders and think "what the hell does that have to do with me").
Morgan: That's where you come in. You said yourself you're a gun for hire and I want you to do a little business for me.
Curtis: Such as?
Morgan: You have a match with Dannielle and I want her to suffer the worst pain imaginable. You have the credentials in making that happen.
{I smile, knowing that is true. The question is. Do I want to hurt her, maim her or am I content on beating her. The choice is mine}.
Morgan: .....Pay handsomely.
Curtis: I'm sorry what?
Morgan: I'm willing to pay handsomely. You name a price and I'll match it.
Curtis: Nothing.
{She looks puzzled. So I go to explain}.
Curtis: I want to face her and beat her to prove a point. I can beat anyone and that includes champions even when nothing is at stake. I don't need incentives to accomplish what I want. I will beat Dannielle. I am determined to beat Dannielle and when I am determined. Nothing or no one can stop me. I want to make a statement and if Dannielle has to be it. Then so be it. But I'm interested in why you're wanting me to do this. No, scratch that. I know why.
{That got her and I see her staring a hole through me}.
Curtis: See, Dannielle hit a raw nerve with you. About your past associations. More specifically your association with one of the disciples and I'm not talking about Kai either. Let's face it. Syn hurt you and you're still pissed about it. Dannielle didn't help matters by rubbing your nose in it either. Basically accusing you of not caring about his well being and you know after reading the reports about his health, I tend to think the same thing.
{As I look up at her. I notice two things. One, she's pissed royally at me now and secondly there are only two bodyguards standing behind her. One of them is missing}.
Curtis: So Morgan. You can go back to your office and cry all you want to Terrell that I ain't doing shit for either one of you. Go talk to my buddy Smith if you want it done. Because while I am capable of doing it. I am not going do it for you two.
Morgan: Well I must say Curtis. I was extending a hand of friendship to you and you've slapped it away. Just know that there are consequences for your choice.
{Her tone for the word 'choice' is different and before I know it. I feel a heavy glass object hit me from behind thanks to the missing bodyguard. The blow is heavy, unexpected and has opened up the back of my head. As I lay on the ground. I feel her high heel right on my chest and see her looking down at me}
Morgan: You will destroy Dannielle. If you don't. I'll make you suffer. Are we clear?
{Real clear}.
Curtis: Crystal.
Morgan: Good.
XXX
It is time to take down another champion. I couldn't do it with Ryan. But I sure as hell won't fail twice.
XXX
It is time to take down another champion. I couldn't do it with Ryan. But I sure as hell won't fail twice.
XXX
As was stated in my earlier words. I failed twice and to further see if I will fail again. Morgan Simmons, by her choice or not, has more or less booked a match that can either make me or break me. Several months ago I beat Jay Thunder in a non title match. Way earlier than that. Michael Morrison couldn't beat me in a match and resorted to getting himself disqualified. Then we went to the Anarchy in the Cage and out of all people involved. Neither I or Yoshiru got pinned. Syn did and for some reason he was still given the chances. Heather decided to pack her bags and quit. Thus she got a sympathy shot. Then of course we had Jay conjure up some bullshit contract to get his shot. All these people got their shots without earning it. Meanwhile I've beaten nearly everyone put in front of me. Giants, legends, former World champs and I have gotten nothing in return for my efforts. Now, I know that I was defeated by Ryan and I can guarantee you. The viewing public at home. I will not fail my task a second time. For there is much more at stake. A chance to prove that I deserve a shot, a chance to beat a World champion and a chance to drive a stake into the heart of team Lethality.
That's right people. I face Dannielle Lopez....And the story is the same as usual. It's non title.
Dannielle. Again I congratulate you for overcoming a lot of obstacles. Much like the bullshit in our past respective companies. Being told by many people that I know, that because of the old gender politics of male vs female. You were seen as not worthy of being champion. Why? Because you were a woman. Me, on the other hand, has no problem with it. In fact I think it is a great thing that the barriers on gender competing are being broken. You earned your way to that championship. Your hard work and determination payed. Something that a lot of people are happy with you for doing. They're happy of the message that you have conveyed. I, however don't feel that way. In fact it pisses me off royally. Now before you say that I am narrow minded. Let me explain to you, it is not because of what you've accomplished. It is not because you're a woman as I explained earlier. It is because while I have done everything in my power and have gotten fuck all out of it. You on the other hand come out one week with your buddies and make threats along with demands to management or you would walk out. One of those demands was to be named the number one contender to the World title. Which you got.
Can you see why I'm pissed off yet? Or do you want me to go further?
Make no mistake about it Dannielle. I am no friend of management. Whether it was when your husband was in charge, who did everything in his power to see I was never hired back into this company. Or now with Morgan Simmons who seems to ignore the fact that I exist unless she wants something. Under both of their respective rule. Have I ever come out and made threats of a walkout to any of them if I didn't get my way? Or did I threaten to make their lives a living hell? No, not once, not ever have I made those threats. Because unlike you and your buddies, no matter who runs the show, you follow their rules. As much as I hated Baker, I followed his system. I may not like Morgan Simmons. But I follow her system. The point I am trying to make here Dannielle is that you didn't earn the opportunity at your title shot. No you got your shot by bitching. It pisses me off that I am wallowing in mediocrity. Not even looked at for any title shot for my hard work and if you’ve observed who i’ve beaten. If you were in my position. you would be pissed too. But never. Not at any time have I threatened the boss to get what I want. So already I have proven myself to be the better person out of two of us.
I want your title Dannielle make no mistake about it. I have been fighting for nearly a year to prove I am ready for the opportunity. I’ve beaten everyone put in front of me apart from a few exceptions. I have done everything asked of me. Except for one thing and that is beating you. not only beating you. But hurting you,causing you pain and misery among other things. It’s non title. That to me means nothing. I am going to be fighting you like it was for the title. That means I’m going to be smart in what I do, no risk, no stupid mistakes. It is all going to be calculated. You are the key to my success, you are the key to me getting what I so richly deserve. That’s why I want to beat you. That’s why your pal Morgan wanted to hire me to take you out. Because she realizes how much it means to me to get a shot. That she offered me money to take you out.
But as you saw. Money doesn’t outweigh the glory I want to feel from this.
So Dannielle. Even though I didn’t win against your team mate in Ryan Robinson, even though I have a masked maniac who seems to shadow me at every opportunity and even though this is non-title. I want you to prepare for this like it is. To get a feel as to what could possibly await in your future. If I have my way, If I manage to defeat you. I could be standing opposite you at the PPV fighting for the belt that you hold in your possession. I’m not getting ahead of myself though. One step at a time I will get back to the top of the mountain. On Saturday July 20th. I make an example of you and show those who run the show that I am more than deserving of getting the title shot against you. But first I must soften you up. A task I am more than willing to do with a smile on my face. At Rapture Dannielle. You will learn like many others have past.
I am Australian. The definition of whoop ass, shelia.
Because I am Australian, I am Elite.
Because I am Elite. I will always be better than you.
And the era of Lethality will be left in the dust by the New Era of PCW.
(End Transmission).