17, ordinarily, I regret being the bearer of bad news, but since it's you, I don't mind: You are in for some very
unpleasant surprises in the midwest, next week.
Unpleasant Surprise # 1 - Jigsaw is not Burt Ward. He is the only man in CHIKARA history to have won the Young Lions Cup,
a Cibernetico, a King of Trios and held the Campeonatos de Parejas. In a fair match, he is more than you can handle.
However, I am well aware that fair matches and GEKIDO are not exactly common bedfellows.
So if by some chicanery, you manage to squeak past Jigsaw in Milwaukee, we will be waiting for you and your
partner The Shard the very next day in the Egyptian Room of the Old National Centre.
I have won and lost some 3 dozen championship titles in the last 19 years. I have won and lost tournaments. I
have won and lost against virtually every one of my wrestling idols. This is all part of the game for me. I respect
the game. In that regard, I am a good sportsman. But what is not part of the game for me is watching as my
trainees and proteges are eliminated one by one by a stupid thug who has an issue with me. Not an issue with Dragonfly.
Not with Tianlong. Not with Fire Ant. Not even with Jigsaw.
On June 2nd, I warned you personally, in the ring, as your bones snapped in my grip. And in case you weren't wise
enough to spread the word to your teammates, I reiterated my message on the Event Center:
I am not the kind of man that makes idle threats, 17. I don't think you are, either. Which brings me
to Unpleasant Surprise # 2.
You are quick to point out in your blog that I do not intimidate you. I suppose because, unprepared for you as
I was in Vaughan, Ontario, injuring my wrist came easily to you. And you are correct in that it is not 100%.
Nor will it ever be again. The surgery it would require would end my wrestling career. My physical therapy is over.
70% is as good as it will be for the rest of my life.
Come for my wrist. Come for whatever legacy I have built. Come for the company you think represents all the
ills and injustices of your life. Come to remake CHIKARA in your image. Better men than you have tried, 17.
And like them, you will fail.
Too many times I have watched men like you kick in the front door of CHIKARA and declare it theirs as if it is
an apple ripe for the picking. Mark my words masked man: that apple is the forbidden fruit.
It is not the referee, nor the Director of Fun...once that bell rings, 17, I am the law. I am the Master of a
Thousand Holds. I am a wrestler the class of which you cannot begin to comprehend and I am tired of playing the
sportsman while goons like you and your friends trample over what I helped build up. I am the law here, and if I
choose to break the law as I break your bones, there is nothing you or your "raging," "wrathful" group can
do about it.
Another bite of that apple will prove more than you can chew.