"Dear Diary,

Some things change. But not all. Some people change. But not me. At least... not anymore.

I've had two epiphanies in my life. The night Alice took the scalpel from me and led me to a new life...... and the other?

Ann-Thraxx leading me to drop that ball and chain, and to focus on the man in the mirror. And now? I'm in the main event, facing Makavelli for the IC strap. Now, I hold no grudge against this man, but I do believe I am a better competitor than he on any given night. He is a dead man walking into the lion's den., and he will not survive. I mean, sure, more than likely, he'll walk out of his own volition, he's a fighter, he's a scrapper, he knows how to get it done between the ropes, but I am a WARRIOR. I step in the ring and see it as a battlefield, where one can never rest on his laurels.

Mak, I do respect you, but I will NOT hesitate to break you, bank on it. You were the guest host on my best bud Reeve's show, Anarchy. You had one job-- put together matches. Instead? You wrecked things just like Ghost Tank before you. You bad-mouthed Reeve, you KILLED Zack and Cody, and after the show, you pissed in Archie Lawson's tea. That last part is still under investigation, but REGARDLESS, you know as well as I do that you're at the end of your rope, "G". You don't have much more to give to this company, Mak. You don't. You tried to put together the Resistence, but what do you have to show for it? A tag title.....you DO realize what that means right?

You're not good enough to fight your battles alone. The ONLY way you were able to take that strap from Trax is because he too has already reached the end of his relevance. He's running on fumes, you're running on fumes, hell, half the fucking roster is. And the train's almost out of gas, and it's up to people like me to right the wrongs. Robbie Bourbon will flatten Ghost Tank like the bitch owes him money. Point blank. GT is right up there with you, Trax, Vinnie, and yes I do mean Loverboy. Vince, even you are running out of steam, and that's why Shane handed the reigns to you, to try to dump a few ounces of fire on a flame that's losing its heat. You're a shell, and it's because of that same fact that Rebel hung herself.

She was already dead. The noose was nothing more than a gesture to show us what we all know.

And yeah, you guys haven't been around very long... but you know what THAT means? It means you're not has beens.

You're glorified never weres. Rebel? Queen of XWF. Dead. Ghost Tank? Reaper of Souls. A laughingstock. Trax? Former IC AND Uni champ. Practically vanished, and Vince? You will fuck up the position you have, just like Frodo, just like Girard, just like Gladiator, just like Madison, just like Heyman and JUST like Shane, and Shane, lemme tell ya. Your time is running out just like the others. You see yourself as a beacon for the rest of us.

The beacon is slowly burning out.

Makavelli... listen to me. It's been a while since I've written a poem, but I think a piece is well-deserved, since you've yet to grace us with one of your rhymes. Bear with me.

You sit high upon your throne, king's crown resting softly on your head.
But there's a monster that lurks in the same spot, eating its way till you find yourself dead
Your mind is so, so calm, floating on cloud nine, but let me "spit The Truth", I have a hunger that cannot be fed
And I will not stop till you've bled.

You are an interim, a simple place marker from the last champ to the next.
You celebrate with your 'homies', hoping to take over the Realm of the X.
But I'm sending you your nail in the coffin written out in text.
Countering your non-appearances in balances and checks.

Writing you off the page, and replacing your name
Proving that compared to the others, you're just the same
Bow your head in shame, cuz you're about to feel the flame
Be sad you came, because the Resistence is void of fame

Just a group of nobodies, JUST as bad as the Union, if not worse
And your mere presence on XWF television is a curse
The blood you will shed will quench my thirst
And I WILL be the first to destroy you, welcome to the church

I'll be your preacherman
Burying you in the earth.

Fuck the Resistence, fuck the Union. Reeve, Kid Kool, Kruzifix, Tony Santiani, Ann-Thraxx and myself WILL takeover this place, and save it from itself. We are the frontline. And as RATM once sang?

|the frontline is everywhere|

#BelieveInTheReevolution

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