Ten weeks to heal two fingers. This tells me two things. First, you gave it your best shot, Quackenbush, and you
couldn't get the job done. That failure is about to come back to haunt you. The other thing this tells me is that your wrist cannot
possibly be 100%. You came back prematurely. Colt Cabana might be interested in an overly-polite scientific display
of knowledge and prowess with you, but GEKIDO is an entirely different beast.
At "Chikarasaurus Rex," Mike Quackenbush showed the world his true colors. He methodically and deliberately
snapped my fingers while the whole world watched. We said from the outset that GEKIDO was going to show you the
dark underbelly of CHIKARA. I didn't think you would make it so easy for us, Mike.
Do you think we're just going to stop? Stop because Wink vavasseur assigns us different partners? Stop because
you briefly triggered a 10-week intermission of our agenda?
Before you broke my index finger, you told me to leave CHIKARA and never return. You threatened me with what
would happen if I didn't heed your warning. You are not as intimidating as you like to think. I don't know that
anything about this happy little wrestling circus called CHIKARA, with its bright, primary colors and
family-catered ouevre intimidates me.
You could not protect yourself from me, and you certainly didn't protect your trainees. Fire Ant will come
limping back onto the battlefield just as you have, Quackenbush. Which is more than can be said of Dragonfly
or Tianlong. Those two I simply eradicated.
In Milwaukee, one of your most prized students will be next. I will take your partner from you. And I will make a
list. One by one I will eliminate them. You will fail them just as you failed to run me out of CHIKARA.