I got you beat in every game, punk.

And you know just what I'm talking about. But you can't deal, can you? You look at me an' you realize how insignicant you really are. You're a worm, you're nothin'. And I can crush you any time I wanna.

You got a little bit of courage in you though, t' stand here tryin' dance around me, tryin' t'back down from me wit' out losin' face completely. You got a little bit of pride. Good for you.

It don't matter though. I'm gonna take you an' I'm gonna ruin your entire career, your entire life, just 'cause I can. Then I'm gonna walk away an' maybe I'll forget about it, like normal guys like you forget the little bugs they squash. Watcha gonna do after the match, when you realize that life ain't fair, that there ain't know way you can ever right the wrong I did to you...and that if I want, I can come back and do it again and again and again?

You gonna wish I killed you, punk. Actually, I just might, but right now, I'm thinkin' I won't.