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”I am someone of intensity. You see, I enjoy going a hundred miles an hour. I enjoy leaving my foot on the gas, and going from bell to bell. I can't argue with my results, either. I can't argue with what I do to my opponents. They all seem to suffer the same fate; They walk out of our matches never feeling the same. I see them. They're limping. They're sweating. They're nervous. They walk out alone and afraid. But you see, I have a very bitter taste in my mouth more than usual this week.”
”I wasn't used. I wasn't even on the damn Fight Grid card. So, excuse me if I seem bitter. Forgive me if I come off as pissed off. Frankly, I am. I made the flight to Egypt. I traveled halfway across the world to sit in catering. So if that upsets me, I apologize. But it's the damn truth. Now I traveled here. To San Juan Puerto Rico for this edition of Voltage. I traveled the distance it took. And after upwards of 18 hours worth of travel, I'm still damn upset.”
”It downright pisses me off to no end that I see people like Amber Keys come out of nowhere and insert herself on the show. While I'm twiddling my thumbs hoping to even get used! And that's no excuse on my part. That's the absolute truth. So what do I do? Do I just shrug my shoulders, say “Oh shucks!” and move on? Or do I embrace it? Do I take that synergy and transform it into something amazing? It's very obvious to me. And right now, I've never been more level-headed now than ever.”[/color=red]
”That plane ride. That plane ride, I was by myself. It was me and my music, man. It wasn't pretty either. I didn't sleep one bit. I didn't even blink. The whole time I spent the ride contemplating my future. Thinking about who should be my next victim. Thinking about who should be the one person I look at, scoff and spit on. I simply requested a match against Zak Simmons. Why? Hell, why not?
”I want to face someone who has drive. Who has passion. Someone who I already know. Is it a safe bet for me? You bet. But damn I'm okay with that. This loser already lost to me once, and Sweetie Simmons is only going to fall once more. And I'm going to take “Revenge” after the match and show him what a true pissed off wrestler looks like. In the form of my own happiness, and his own devastation. A few weeks ago, me and Sturgis destroyed him and that robot-talking freak of a partner he had. And the entire time, we told the two rookies it wasn't anything personal.”
”So in short, I'm going to take everything that I had thought about on that plane ride. Every emotion I have. Every feeling or rage that I have and I'm going to let it out. But that's the thing. You see, I'm not going to only “hurt” Zak. I'm going to dismantle his pathetic body piece by piece. I'm going to straight up bash his skull in. Blood will pour out. It will spill, and spill, and spill. And the whole time I won't feel one ounce of guilt. I won't even feel one ounce of compassion for this freak. The only thing that I'm going to feel as a matter of fact, are those emotions coming out.”
”And I deserve far more than this freak. But I need a tune-up. I need a refocusing. This is the refresher I need going into Wicked Games. I'm going to leave the door open, so to speak. I'm going to embrace any challengers. Wicked Games will be the starting point for me to start fresh. But until then, I'm going to have a ton of pent up anger that won't be tamed. I'm going to have a lot to say, and won't even have a filter for it. You may call it “Shooting from the hip.” I don't. I call it telling the truth.”
”And here's the truth; You're a good performer Zak. You have a ton of potential. But...That's where it all ends for you. You have potential that will never make it to the level it truly is. Quit now. Give up while you still have a fully functional brain. Because that farther you try to make it, the more depressing your career is going to get. There's not a single person in the locker room who supports you, including me. Consider this your warning. Don't anger me. Don't cross me, just give up. Or suffer the the consequences from not just me. But my trusty sidekick “Revenge.”
”I wasn't used. I wasn't even on the damn Fight Grid card. So, excuse me if I seem bitter. Forgive me if I come off as pissed off. Frankly, I am. I made the flight to Egypt. I traveled halfway across the world to sit in catering. So if that upsets me, I apologize. But it's the damn truth. Now I traveled here. To San Juan Puerto Rico for this edition of Voltage. I traveled the distance it took. And after upwards of 18 hours worth of travel, I'm still damn upset.”
”It downright pisses me off to no end that I see people like Amber Keys come out of nowhere and insert herself on the show. While I'm twiddling my thumbs hoping to even get used! And that's no excuse on my part. That's the absolute truth. So what do I do? Do I just shrug my shoulders, say “Oh shucks!” and move on? Or do I embrace it? Do I take that synergy and transform it into something amazing? It's very obvious to me. And right now, I've never been more level-headed now than ever.”[/color=red]
”That plane ride. That plane ride, I was by myself. It was me and my music, man. It wasn't pretty either. I didn't sleep one bit. I didn't even blink. The whole time I spent the ride contemplating my future. Thinking about who should be my next victim. Thinking about who should be the one person I look at, scoff and spit on. I simply requested a match against Zak Simmons. Why? Hell, why not?
”I want to face someone who has drive. Who has passion. Someone who I already know. Is it a safe bet for me? You bet. But damn I'm okay with that. This loser already lost to me once, and Sweetie Simmons is only going to fall once more. And I'm going to take “Revenge” after the match and show him what a true pissed off wrestler looks like. In the form of my own happiness, and his own devastation. A few weeks ago, me and Sturgis destroyed him and that robot-talking freak of a partner he had. And the entire time, we told the two rookies it wasn't anything personal.”
”So in short, I'm going to take everything that I had thought about on that plane ride. Every emotion I have. Every feeling or rage that I have and I'm going to let it out. But that's the thing. You see, I'm not going to only “hurt” Zak. I'm going to dismantle his pathetic body piece by piece. I'm going to straight up bash his skull in. Blood will pour out. It will spill, and spill, and spill. And the whole time I won't feel one ounce of guilt. I won't even feel one ounce of compassion for this freak. The only thing that I'm going to feel as a matter of fact, are those emotions coming out.”
”And I deserve far more than this freak. But I need a tune-up. I need a refocusing. This is the refresher I need going into Wicked Games. I'm going to leave the door open, so to speak. I'm going to embrace any challengers. Wicked Games will be the starting point for me to start fresh. But until then, I'm going to have a ton of pent up anger that won't be tamed. I'm going to have a lot to say, and won't even have a filter for it. You may call it “Shooting from the hip.” I don't. I call it telling the truth.”
”And here's the truth; You're a good performer Zak. You have a ton of potential. But...That's where it all ends for you. You have potential that will never make it to the level it truly is. Quit now. Give up while you still have a fully functional brain. Because that farther you try to make it, the more depressing your career is going to get. There's not a single person in the locker room who supports you, including me. Consider this your warning. Don't anger me. Don't cross me, just give up. Or suffer the the consequences from not just me. But my trusty sidekick “Revenge.”
