I've seen your face 1,000 times, I've heard you tell 1,000 lies. You've sold out more than you have bought in. Yet here you are, spreading your message of false promises. I remember being 19 years old, a fresh graduate from the Zero-1 wrestling academy when I got the call. The Grand Prix of Wrestling, invited me, of all the choices they had in the world, all the talent they could have found elsewhere, it was me they chose. Of course back then I didn't have these tattoos, the piercings, and the hatred for everything that possesses a heartbeat, but, most of all, I didn't have the utmost disgust, the vile urges to slice your face off and use it as a cum catcher while I fuck your dead grand mothers rotting corpse. I used to be nice kid by the name Jackie Lee Everready. Does that name ring a bell Klown? You were supposedly my first match in the pros ever. But as history goes to show, you demanded a new opponent, one with prestige, one with experience, and due to your greed, one with some gold. And yet here you are, trying to bless me like I'm some sort of cripple who hasn't walked in years. The scars on my neck is self explanatory of my illness.