Forced. Really? You feel as if you were forced into this match? This match for a title that means far more than you seem to grasp. GT, I didn't "force" you, I AWARDED you an opportunity. No title in this federation is 'worthless', from the bottom to the top, from the Universal to the Federweight, any piece of gold a person can hold within their hands and call theirs holds value. You have the right to call yourself champion, yet you spit on it, and you believe all of us should be afraid of you? You know why we're not?

Because you don't have the good sense to see through the shadows and find the light.

In other words? You're lost. You're in the forest and you can't see beyond the trees.

And lost men fall. Found men rise. And I will.

You call yourself death. GT, if you were 'Death' why in the blue FUCK would you waste your time in a wrestling company? A million people die every day. I guess you're like one of Santa's elves, and the only people you're worthy enough to kill are terrible "athletes" on shiity shows that they apparently don't care about, yet sure as fuck spent an entire night on. You were seen more on Anarchy than Tommy Wish was and he was the guest host. When you piss in the wind, expect it to hit you and when it does? You'll be left the same way you will come Warfare;

Piss running down your leg, after the backlash.

You fucked with the return of an XWF staple, and the debut of its new form. I felt like I had a great chance at changing how the XWF landscape looks... yet here we are, Volcano Match. Now, catch me if I'm wrong, but didn't you mention how I felt like I needed a show to make myself look important? Well, I damned sure wasn't the guy intervening in EVERY SINGLE FUCKING MATCH on a show he feels is beneath him. If that's not attention-seeking, I don't know what is. And now there's the way in which every single god damned match you're a part of just HAS to have some crazy stipulation tacked on to it. You know why that is?

It's cuz Baby Tank wants to feel like a badass. Great job, you pea-brained jizzstain, you can beat up a long line of j0bbers in matches that belong in a fuckin' [adult swim] cartoon more than they do in a wrestling brand. Well, I'm no j0bber, Ghostie. I'm a high-flying, Death-defying, shape-shifting, schlong-sucking monster. Oh, and did I mention I'm bi for the hundredth time? No? Well, I'm bi. And my finishing move is a little diddy where I shove my tongue down your throat and literally take your breath away. Two words; Watch out. ^__^ <3

BTW? This is my THIRD life. You notice that little graphic next to my name in my XWF.com Galaxy account? The pic with the rainbow colored eye and the words beneath? A woman by the name of Alexandra Callaway. SHE is the true Grim Reaper in this story. You merely picked up her scraps, like the second-hand vulture you are. Ally put me through a living hell before decapitating me back in 2013. And now you're trying to take credit for her handiwork? Sir, you didn't really 'kill' me. You can't KILL what's already dead. And I've been a fire-spitting demon since 2014 when I returned from the grave. All you did was set back my plans. But every single day I get closer to bringing my vision to life.

And you will be left in the dust... be happy I don't grind you into dust and sprinkle you in my Raspberry Schnapp's, bitch.

Now... you talk about the matches on my show. Talking about the stars in thoses matches. Tank, you take credit for making Jon Willis a champ. You didn't do jack to make him a champ, the man is a star, and FAR more talented than you could even dream to be. You're not worthy of the shot I gave you, and you wanna know why? It's because you didn't make my show one bit better, you made it only half as good as it could have been. But I'm putting you in that match so that the roster you spit on can tear you to pieces. I created Anarchy so the people that make this company what it is can have a show that's entirely theirs. And you took THEIR show and ruined it. You took MY show and destroyed it.

The same will not happen come Anarchy On Deck. When Anarchy returns, you'll have your shot. And you'll be meeting with five people, confined in XWF's first ever Elimination Chamber, and I know how that'll end-- you'll be torn to shreds. You will be ripped apart and bled like a stuck pig. You will be beaten, broken, bruised and brought down to your knees. You'll be flattened before your eyes shut and you go cold. Even Death has to answer to someone. And I'm allowing five people to deliever my message. You fuck with Anarchy? You fuck with me. And if you fuck with me?

You WILL rue the day.
And that's straight truth.

I'm not coming into Warfare with the same feeling many have when they face you. I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of broken bones, concussions, fractures and falls but I'm not afraid of Death. I've met him. And he's DAMNED sure not you. You're a poor man's Conan the Barbarian, nothing more, nothing less. You play hard so you can build your inner confidence. But your coming at me with false bravado. You're not the man, or entity, you say you are. You're human.

I'm not. And you WILL feel the difference come Wednesday Night.

In fact, I'm coming at you in a way that you won't see coming. Again-- watch out.

Addressing one of your other points, I NEVER said that my career has been remarkable. But I've been around for a little over 16 years, falling in love with this business unlike anything or anyone else I've loved. This is my life. And I will not walk away until I've made something from the broken dreams and shattered hope I've left along the way. And it all begins with you. I'm not afraid of you, regardless of what accolades and achievements you've earned through the course of your career, I've garnered stitches, busted lips, welts on every part of my body...

...I've been through hell and highwater, felt the pain, and rose back up to tell the story.

I literally trudged through hell to make my way back to the surface, and you honestly think some goddamned volcano and your ridiculous skull mask are going to scare me? No, they don't now, and they will not when I meet you face to face, man to man. You're here for one purpose; to destroy. Well congrats, you destroyed the first episode of Anarchy and the people involved. But I also have one purpose; To make my mark on this company and to make the last 16 years of my life MEAN something... and it all begins with you.

C.U. in your dreams, C.Diff-Boi. <333

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#bodied
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