It's you n' me this Sunday in the Big Apple, Mantis. Which is the perfect place for me to stick my boot
right through your stupid mask. The perfect place for a little revenge.
Back in March, you stuck your nose into my business while Grizzly and I were trying to take out some
trash. I lost to a pair of chumps in the Big Apple. That doesn't exactly sit well with the Big Rig.
I spent a good chunk of Season 10 on the shelf rehabbing after surgery. The Grand Championship that should
be around my waist was denied me, basically by forfeit. Did Eddie Kingston beat me? No. Did UltraMantis beat
me? Yeah, in his dreams.
I would have loved to flatten you in the 12 Large: Summit, but as far as I'm concerned, JoshiMania is
just as good. Back in New York City, with the eyes of the world on me again. December 4th is a fine date
for a funeral.