I have been trying for days now to come up with the words that would express the true anger and
frustration I have been feeling since the season finale, and I think I finally found them. At
the season finale the Roughnecks crossed a line I do not believe they knew they were crossing.
After our victory they decided to sheepishly attack Sugar and I, while our backs were turned. If
that was not cowardly enough - they eventually were successful in locating my bat and proceeded
taking turns working the two of us over.
It was after this when you two abnormally-sized hooligans crossed way over the line and
stole something very dear to me...my bat. The anger I felt at the finale was only a fraction
of the sadness that soon followed when I saw what you had done to my trusted slugger. I have
been around for a long time, and throughout that time friends and bats have come and gone.
Sure I have other bats, but that particular bat had been with me from the very start. A gift
from my mother - I hit my very first homerun with that bat.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Hi Bell was pitching and we were trailing by two. I hit a solo
shot to left center to lead off the 9th and we ended up winning the game in extra innings. Throughout
the years that bat and I have created more memories than one can imagine. When you stole it from me and
proceeded to turn it into a pile of toothpicks you destroyed one of the truest friendships I have had in my many
years in this uniform.
I come from a sport, in which, if a man breaks the rules he is disciplined with a few games on
suspension and/or the docking of his pay. Luckily for me I found a new sport to compete in. And
in the sport of Professional Wrestling, when one participant wrongs another participant they simply
put them back in the ring and allow them to settle their differences. Roughnecks, you lads best
believe that come January 23rd there will be some differences settled. The way I see it, I hold a
pin fall over the both of you. Which means this one is certainly not about winning or losing. This
one is for the memory of my bat and making sure that it was not destroyed for a lost cause. This
one is about making sure you get what you have coming to you. I have vowed to find whatever you
hold dear, whether it be your customized suspenders or your Yosemite Sam mud flaps, and I will
show you what it is like to lose something you care very much for. Expect some high, hard ones
fellas because win, lose, or draw you will not leave Philadelphia without receiving your just dues.