Now listen here you stupid bastard, you're an absolute disgrace to the man that championship belt is based off of. You're going to get your ass kicked by Greggo is a flamer table match and your old handler already gave up the fucking gimmick. Tommy Make-A-Wish put about as much effort into executing your gimmick as I put effort into knocking your buddy Reggie Estrada's head off. Hey dumbass, put down the calculator. The answer to the equation is not very much fucking effort at all.

There's nothing Freakish about you. If you were actually intimidating or freaky you'd be over like rover, but instead you put on a mask and still no one gave a fuck about you. You will never amount to anything in this business. You're not charismatic, you're not good in the ring, and quite frankly you're not half the sex icon I am. And that's saying something. The only reason anyone even tolerates you or your pissant faction around here is because we need people to fill out the cards. The roster isn't half as large as it once was, so we're letting just any dumbass off the street join our traveling circus and look up at the lights while real wrestlers pick up Ws off of him like he's Jameis fucking Winston.

Truth is, you've never done a god damned impressive thing in this business. The most anticipated match you'll ever have will be your retirement match, and that's only because people can't wait to see you finally leave this company for good. You are an absolute disgrace to the mask you wear and ought hang it all up backstage after I take this championship belt off of you.

Unlike you I am actually fit to be a champion. Unlike you I can carry that belt around my waist and elevate it. You make a joke out of that championship belt, and it pisses me off. You're disrespecting every champion that came before you, not to mention the great champion who's going to come directly after you.

Seriously.

You're so fucking entitled you decide to ruin MY CAREER by making me pick up championship belts off of loser Freaks who have no business holding gold around their waists. But if I didn't step up and take you out of the picture, you'd be allowed to degrade that belt more and more with each passing day. I simply can't have that, Jack.

Charlie kicks the man in the mask in the gut before locking in a DEVIL HOOK DROP and flipping him over, hooking the leg as he does so.

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