Nobody enjoys a good Kansas City Shuffle more than I. That is to say, great lies or tales of falsehood are my
speciality and I enjoy them more than anyone can imagine. I enjoy watching a girl's face contort after she's
unveiled the truth of my true intentions. I delight in giving a one-legged man the wrong directions and watching
him bump it off down the road becoming more lost than before seeking me out for guidance.
You know Greg, it seems that perhaps under different circumstances, we could be the best of friends.
Galavanting across town, two healthy, merry men in the primes of their lives, stringing lie upon lie to anyone
who will listen. With my good looks,
charm, ego-centrictism, and your nearly ataraxic condition of lying to people - we could rule the night, Iron. But,
alas, those dreams will never come to fruition.
Lies can hurt people, Gregory. Lies can bring down someone's guard and cost them dearly. While I've come to
expect this from the opposite sex, I would never expect a lie so brash and grandiose to come from a fellow
squared circle combatant. And so I must declare Lex talionis: The Law of Retaliation.
On November 13th in Philadelphia, in front of a worldwide audience, I will retaliate for your
mocking behavior towards me. I will retaliate for your insidious nature of fraud. And I will retaliate for you
pinning me in the past, which is all but impossible for an athlete at the peak of their game. And it is
certainly impossible for someone with a disability or handicap. That's how I know what you are, Greg. A faker.
A charlatan. Someone with Cerebral Palsy could never defeat someone with my many gifts and talents, it
is simply not possible. Your ruse
designed to humiliate me will backfire at "High Noon."
You may walk into the former ECW Arena
thinking it's a dream come true, but I can assure you it will end a horrid and painful nightmare.