On April 6th in Secaucus, Jigsaw and I will end this little game you are playing, Mike Quackenbush. It dosen't matter what tag team partner you bring. You
have already tried bringing some of the best CHIKARA has to offer, recruiting members of The Colony and The Spectral Envoy - teams that have won King of Trios
and stand among the very best professional wrestling has to offer. And you know what? We beat them the same as we beat you.
With every single match, Jigsaw and I, the dream team of 2013, get stronger, get faster, get better. So if you're thinking of rummaging
around in your past to dig up some old has-been to team with you, don't even bother trying to shake off the ring rust. You might as well just forfeit the match.
It hasn't even been 3 weeks since your latest surgery. Something tells me you aren't going to be very "Lightning" come this Saturday. You ended the career
of 17 by dragging him up off the mat and using all your Quackendrivers one after the other. How are you going to use those moves with your back torn to shreds?
If you think the pain you faced on that surgeon's table was bad, just wait until Jigsaw and I have you in our crosshairs. When I think back to that day in
Indianapolis...it would be fitting if I was the one to now end your career, Mike. And you've sure painted a big, giant bullseye on your back for us to hit.
And kick. And stomp. And rip.
And when wrestling's dream team is all done with you, then you can have some Japanese broad or British senior citizen sweep you up
and toss you out with the rest of the trash. Well, whatever is left of you.