Oh God, Calypso... please tell me you didn't invite Blaq to this little shindig of yours? Or did King Troll just hear his name and decide to try and claim whatever relevancy he could? Fuck off, Blaq. Go back to beating up Brian Harris with the other two glue sniffers you prance around with. I told you I'd be more than happy to give you a match if you feel we have unfinished business. Unless you want to reach into your tights and find whatever chocolate covered raisins are floating around in there, stay the hell out of my business.

As for you, Calypso! Finally! Finally you bring some real passion to this entire thing! It's ironic, the moment you stopped offering me mimosas and a tandem bike ride is coincidentally the exact moment that you stopped repulsing me! What happened, did you finally realize you were knee deep in a fight, or did you just run out of mimosas?

I'm not trying to hold my accomplishments over your head, I haven't really brought my past up, maybe you've just got a short mans syndrome? I'm glad you know about me winning High Stakes, but I wouldn't use that to try and prove you're somehow observant or woven into the fabric of the XWF. You don't have your fingers on the pulse, you just don't have them jammed up your ass with your head in the sand either.

I'm glad you're spending so much energy rooting for my downfall, and waiting to see me bloody and broken in the centre of the ring, like I was Gilmours hymen. It's not going to happen though, so please quit holding your breath before you turn a queerer purple than the title cards in your promos. This isn't a one night stand, or an overhyped return from an under qualified superstar... this is the return of an icon, the man that's spent half a decade in exile without losing a step or a single fucking fan.

I'm not interested in catching a skin flick or a workout with you, Calypso, I'm interested in ripping the skin from everyone stupid enough to test me and taking my rightful place atop the company. You can have the Federweight belt for a fifth time if it's that important to you, I'll be taking the Universal belt off Caedus soon anyway. You can't have this 'W' though. The only way I'll see the bottom of your boot is when you're laying flat on your back in a pool of your own piss and shit, and I sneak a peek.

Damn, Wal Mart brands? I thought you were better than that... kick out.

OOC: I hate this 6 hour rule. Fuck ya'll.