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John Raide · (01-08-2014)

To Mr. Eli James IV:

Hi Friendo,

The time is upon us.

Tonight all the back and forth comes to an end.

It seems that you're still bitter about me laying you out in the center of the ring after your match with that imbecile Mr. Radio.

It seems that you're a bit sore about all the weight jokes and the southern jokes. I'm sure some of those stung. Heck, I even think those khakis I saw you wearing on TV not too long ago weren't half bad.

Since you're a man of faith, perhaps you can find it in your heart to forgive me, for sometimes I know not what I do.

...

Okay, I can't say that with a straight face.

You really believe all this nonsense don't you?

That some omnipotent being will whisper pretty in your ears and give you some type of meaning in your life.

You try to say that you're using symbolism, and painting these vivid word pictures, and turning these beautiful phrases, but then say stuff like, "You're stupid." and "Choking on stupidity" and "I never said I believed in a invisible, yet visible being." right after I played the video of you saying those exact fucking words.

I guess the only proof is time.

Let Eli talk long enough and he exposes what complete, and utter moron he really is. High five big guy! You earned yourself a cookie.

You know what occurred to me? Maybe you are already dead.

Perhaps Eli James died at the hands of The Black Circle and all this is some swan song.

That was a huge stack of blow you did. Maybe your heart stopped.

It would explain a lot of things really.

You're one of the walking dead.

And after tonight you can go back to the grave. Oh, and since I'm such a nice guy I'll even go buy the plot to bury you in on an old hog farm south of the Mason Dixon line if it tickles your fancy.

You know when I first arrived here I thought you were clever. Your words? Indirect and aimless, yes. Almost without plan, check. But then I realized It was just a rambling stew of words meant to confuse and befuddle the lambs that you cut your way through to get to the top.

What a hell of a strategy!

I can't believe A level talent like Cam Lang, LJ Havok, Crimson Cobra and oh shit, not Knightmask too, fell for it! Wow, what a bunch of suckers those guys are, huh?

Oh, damn. Sorry. I left the sarcasm filter on on my video camera.

Forgive me?

But then, imagine my surprise when I realized you actually believe the things you say.

Stop the fucking presses everybody!

Let's reel this back in and allow me to try to put something through that thick chicken fried head of yours.

I'm not like anyone else who has challenged you before.

I will snuff you out.

It won't be easy. You're a hell of a competitor, I never doubted your skills in that ring, but at the end of the day I'm still the better man and you will find that out first hand.

People like you, Eli, are a disease.

You come in with your dogma trying make everyone fall in line like mindless sheep.

You want control.

You want order.

You want to sit on a throne as we all suffer.

This is why I need to put you down for good.

No one who is as much of a puppet as you are will do anyone any good being in charge.

You represent an antiquated order. A system that no longer works in today's society and I know you think that the XWF is fertile ground for you and your followers like that lunkhead Amos and our joke of a champion Mystica.

But it's not.

As much as you tout yourself as being a great man, Eli. You're not.

You're the biggest sheep of them all.

You put so much, heh ... faith, into something that was invented inside the head of a man. Something that isn't even real. You speak of an Almighty, but never produce proof of said existence. Now why is that I asked myself. Then it dawned on me.

You're afraid.

Afraid that if you were to tempt to prove the existence of this 'Almighty' you might be let down. Everything you have ever believed would be a lie.

Then what? No more sermons, diatribes and manic ramblings?

You'd be exposed for exactly what you are ... a man.

A man made of flesh and blood.

A man I will make bleed.

So, go ahead and repeat all my words back to me and act like you're making a big show of what a barometer of sarcasm you possess. It's really quite the sight to behold. It makes you look so clever.

What's the idea behind that anyway? Am I supposed to be offended that you just repeat back to me all my insults to you and that's supposed to what? Make them less relevant?

I don't even care if I'm not the first one to call you out on your bullshit. In fact, it should be a clear indicator that people are starting to see through your lies.

Truth does reveal itself.

See you soon, Eli. See you real soon.

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