10/20/2011:
For the last two weeks, I have spent a lot of time thinking about UltraMantis Black. Certainly much more time than
I enjoyed spending thinking about this bacillus. But that’s what great commanders do. They don’t just run onto the
battlefield head-on. No, no, no, a good commander plans, strategizes, and constantly thinks about all the possible
moves of the enemy. I anticipate your every move, UltraMantis Black, and I have a counterstrike for every idea your
wicked mind can conjure.
But there’s one thing that separates a great commander from a merely good commander: the ability to plan a great
flank attack. Catch the enemy off guard. Plan a swift assault that might easily change not only the battle, but the
whole war. I have a few such plans, and I’m not going to reveal all of them. But I have one I cannot wait any longer
to announce. I will agree to face UltraMantis Black at "High Noon" as the world watches on
November 13th...but only in a tag team match. And since you cannot be trusted to abide by the rules anyway,
I think a match with no disqualification is in order here as well.
As the leader of a group called the Brotherhood, this should surprise no one. We are a band
of brothers that know the strength of numbers. And while I would truly savor humiliating UltraMantis
all by myself, I can’t risk anything. I will not be in that ring all by myself, so you can cowardly attack me like
you did in Manhattan. I will have one of my loyal soldiers with me, and together as a team, we will be victorious.
I will not drive you out, nuisance, but I will humble you before the world.
You say you want the Eye of Tyr Mantis? I returned the Eye to its resting place a year ago and with good cause.
Why on Earth would I give it to you? You haven't the wealth to mingle in the circles I frequent. What could you
possibly offer me to make such an idea anything other than laughable?