I hate you, Peck. For the longest time all I wanted to do was contribute to the growth of the pro-wrestling world. I wanted to be its savior, its hero but now
because of guys like you I'm forced to be a martyr.
You treat wrestling like a joke. While my life may be a giant one, my career is not. The backfists, the hair, the setbacks aren;t funny, Peck. 'Cause
wrestling isn't fun. Wrestling isn't cool. Wrestling is a pompous political game that only the greatest players master. Congrats, guess that makes you a genius then Peck.
Well tell me Brainiac, why is it than that my two wins feel like losses to you than? Tell me how bad did it feel when I fouled you? How about when a TURTLE
beat you up? I wanted to be Grand Champion. I wanted to be the heart of this company. But if Wrestling doesn't want me to be its face, than I
will be its ugly shadow.