You’re wrong. I didn’t just “hit” you in North Carolina. I made you lay down like a lapdog and happily eat a bullet.
I’ve never shared the ring with a more feminine, pathetic,
unmasculine excuse for a professional wrestler or human being in my entire life. When I gave you the
SLIDING DONST it was intended to send a message to that slob Eddie Kingston, but apparently I should have sent
one to you also.
I read your blog, and I guess your soft little brain just doesn't get it. I could kill you WHENEVER I want. I could crush you with the "Donst Cap," make you sign the stupidly-named
"Donstitution," annihilate you with my Gator Roll and then just for the fun of it, lock on "From Dusk Till Donst"
FOREVER and we still wouldn’t be “even.” You know why?
Because I’m a SINGLES’ wrestler Jakob. I ALWAYS will be. It disgusts me that I share two points
with you - Jakob Hammermeier of all people.
My days “teaming” with people like Team Stranglehold, the Sea Donsters or UltraMantis Black are my worst.
I’ve even found Evolution in my de-evolution from the dark days of the BDK. Don’t you see Jakob? I’m
finally being the greatest wrestler in CHIKARA’s history by allowing myself to become the absolute worst!
It took a 5-year journey but I’m destined to dethrone the great and powerful King of the wrestling
world! I had no hope for CHIKARA. But now I will be the martyr for pro wrestling’s salvation.