That day should have been the day I cashed in all my hard work, the day I tasted a victory sweeter then Big Vic's
banana pudding. Instead, I got a mouth full of defeat, and a head full of sorrow! And as I lay in the middle of
the ring inside my own self pity...I cried.
Not because I lost, not because I was sad, but because I felt like that was supposed to be my moment. And I remember
watching my hero Michael Jordan shed tears after he lost in the 1990 NBA Conference finals to the Detroit Pistons.
On that night he told himself: NEVER AGAIN! Never again will I suffer defeat to Detroit. And well, if you follow
basketball (which you probably don't,) the following year he made good on his promise. HE DIDN'T LOSE TO THEM!
With that memory on my mind, I picked myself up out of the slump I was in. Since Indianapolis, I've
studied your matches. Your defense against Green Ant. I saw how you treated others around you after capturing that Cup.
You have no respect for your peers, none for the fans, and most importantly you don't have respect for the prestige
that is the Young Lions Cup! Personally, that makes me sick to my stomach. I can understand being proud and being
confident, but you walk around with the aura that you can't be beat!
On Thursday, November 01, 2012 at 8:52 pm you tweeted "Wrestlers bark for my #YLCX I go Mike Vick". Ha-ha. Well,
consider me a dog with the heart of a lion! Give me one more chance.
Give me a chance and I will pour out my
heart and soul for the world to see. And on that day the world will witness the fall of Mr. Touchdown and the rise of A.C.H.! I got this
feelin’ inside that keeps me focus, that keeps me on a mission for the world to listen. A premonition on what our
wonderful fathers had in vision. I'm a wrestler’s delight, these are the brakes. So here's the message, I'm on my
way. I'm a rare form, in rare form, Young Simba, I am KING!