I have seen great many sights in my many years on this Earth, but never have seen something like past few months
of your life, Apprentice Ant. 31 July this year, I single-handed destroy you. Bury you under American garish flag,
just as I foretold. You failed of yourself, your moronic Colony, and your feeble infant country. Any man with any
honor would remove himself from existence after such great shame being brought upon them. This is popular tradition
of Japanese fighters. I had hoped they would teach of you in Osaka. I see not, as you return to this cesspool
America. Perhaps fate worse than death.
In spite of great shame, Green Ant - you appear again and again. You attack me at Cup of Lions, and further shame
yourself by stealing Jakob's chance to claim first glory as a fighter. You walk into backwater swamp of Brockton to
fight me once more just weeks past. I do not understand you. You cannot defeat me, yet you flail aimlessly at my
barreled chest month after month. Nothing will change in any number of attempts you make.
Are you too coward to end your feeble existence? Must Tursas do this for you? I thought 31 July was enough to end
you. I see now not. You have agreed to TWO more fights with Tursas now in just days time. Surround yourself with
your Ant keepers, a sickly Australian slag, slovenly Kingston, and even the atrocious Sugar Dunkerton. Do you think
any of these fools can protect you? There is not protection beyond my own mercy at crushing an opponent so clearly
overwhelmed and unarmed.
I gave you that mercy on 31 July. I did not rip your head from body and claim as a trophy. That mercy is now gone.
I will end you. I will make you surrender at my feet. My existence is now in design solely to end your own. I am to
crush you body, mind, and heart.