I dreamed that I had gotten outta bed, I rolled over and looked at the clock; them green block numbers said Six-Fifty Seven, ..I had overslept. I looked around the room cause I didn't know where I was as first since I had never stayed in Erik house before – and the room was bright, ..somethin else I didn't like – and the curtains were pulled back and I could see the tops of the buildings from Memphis across the river. I looked to the other side of the bed for Julie but she was already gone; her side of the bed was grimy cause there aint no tellin when the last time she showered was – and I scanned the room not seein her so I got up, - and it wasn't one of them dreams where I was naked neither, ..sorry to disappoint ya - ..but I got up, and cracked every damn bone in my back and slammed my head into the wall just hard enough so it wouldn’t break the thin sheetrock, ..just a mornin ritual. ..But that was the point when I knew it was a dream cause there wasn’t no effort when I slammed my head into the wall and it seemed to go in slow motion. ..But I went along with it cause my mind pushed me.. I got out into the hall and it was too damn bright for a place that didn't have any windows, and I walked my ass down the stairs and sittin on the couch was Crazy J. ..But he didn't say nothing, he was sittin there reading a book, somethin about eye surgery – I remember that part well – and I tried to say somethin about his book but nothin came out; and Crazy J never moved, ..never blinked.
..So I turned away from him cause I needed to find Julie and went into the kitchen; but there was nothing in there but a pile of nasty dishes and some type of bugs I had never seen before. ..And then it was like I knew where she was, it was as if I knew she was gonna be on the front porch sitting on the bench swing looking down at the house across the street. So in my dream, I went to the door – and it was the door that ya never wanna open; something in my mind to me to get the fuck back – don't go to that fuckin door; don't you fuckin stick your hand out there and open it!! But ya know how it is in a dream, of course I opened the fuckin door and the sunlight was blinding and when I closed the door behind me I could see her; in all her stinkin’ glory, she was sittin on that damn bench swing just like I knew she was. So I sat down next to her and she was kinda like Crazy J was in the house; she never moved or said a word – she only just sat there lookin on at the houses across the street. ..Her stitches in her mouth were gone, but the holes were there and it looked like big black holes all up and down her lips. And it was then that she finally moved, she got up from the swing and I laid down on it. I didn't wanna lay down on it and I was trying to scream but nothin came out; and all I could do was lay there while she pulled a tray from underneath the swing and held it in her right hand. It was like one of those trays a doctor would use and there was a scalpel on it; and some other tools that I wasn't familiar with.
Julie set the tray down on a small wooden table that seemed to come from nowhere; and my body protested telling me to get the fuck up cause somethin bad was about to happen. She pulled that scalpel from the tray with her left hand and came toward me; she took her right hand and pulled my eyelid away from my eye – all the while my mind screamed and tried to move my body. ..And I could feel the searing pain, I could see the sun gleam off the blade as she cut my eye lid away and I could feel the warm blood run into my eye and blur my vision. All I could see was the top of the porch with my left eye that still had its cover and my other eye went black as she placed something on it and pressed down on my eye ball. Then she grabbed my left eye lid and I could feel the same searing pain in that eye as the blood ran into it; and again she placed something other it and pressed down. I wasn't sure it was a dream anymore, cause it hurt like hell and I couldn’t wake up but a few seconds later the things she had put over my eyes were moved and the pain was even worse. She had stopped the bleeding is what she had done and all I could see was the sun – light everywhere and my eyes were burnin… I tried to squeeze my eye shut but nothin came down over the top and the pain was unreal.. I saw spots and blurs, I thrashed my head as I needed to stop the light from coming into my eyes – and finally, I woke up.
..It was Six-Fifty Seven when I woke – just like in the dream. Julie was there though, she wasn't outside – and the sun wasn't even out today, ..it was cloudy. And there was my Julie, standing by the window like she always did. I rolled out of bed and went to the window and she turned to face me. It was a face that I had never seen from Julie since I had known her; there was a sadness in her eyes and that's what bothered me the most. Nevermind the fact that her lips were swollen and looked like sausages from the thick black stitches that were inside of ‘em… and I knew they hurt, cause she sent me those images of pain – she wanted me to know how she felt… But theres nothin that I can do for ‘er; I tried to get them damn stitches out – they were black like ropes and damn they were thick.. I went and got some scissors last night to cut the damn things off but it wouldn’t happen. Then I got the sharpest knife I could find in the house and they wouldn’t even make a slit. Whatever The Father had used to stitch her mouth shut wasn't from this place and nothin here was gonna cut ‘em. So they had to stay there until I found the sumbitch in the Underworld and make the fucker remove the stitches from her mouth. ..What did he expect her to do? ..They took the child that was “her’s”, ..and she was protecting it – Hell, I cant blame her for that. ..And she aint been the same since then, ..well I'm gonna fix that fuckin problem…
...But don’t think that match with Kohut was a change of things for good cause he aint in the match this week; but I’m glad he got your confidence back up cause there’s nothin better than beating a cocky John "The Former Leader" Harper. So you don’t think that I can hang with ya huh? Oh, that’s right - I forgot about that impressive record that you have against me - ..and what is it again? I'll let you tell since your the one that goes on and on about being "two and oh." But tell me John, what happened the last time we met that wasn’t in a tag match; a match where we actually squared off for a while... Hm, wouldn’t that be the Psycho Circus? ..Yeah, that was a while back but I think I was the one responsible for takin your sorry ass out. ..But yet again, we don’t get to meet in a one on one match where I could show the world what I do with small waste's of time like yourself - so what ya need to do is take a step back cause ya aint even in my league; cause its gonna be like Michelle Wei goin against Tiger Woods and well, we all know how that would turn out. ..but maybe you don’t since your from ..Canada.. and yet you wanna go after MY US Title?? A foreigner goin for a Title that’s bein held by a man that was born in the States? Hell, you don’t even deserve to be fightin for the belt, Michelle. You can "plan" all ya want but that doesn’t mean that your gonna win the title; hell,. sometimes I "plan" to go take shit but my asshole tells me otherwise once I get there and only fuckin fart a few times.
I "planned" to take the stitches outta Julies mouth - but that shit aint happenin either. I don’t give a fuck if you "plan" to hold this Title longer than you did the last time around; but you might wanna start with winnin it first before you "plan" on doing anything else. I like how you tell me "Ya think I’m gonna let you get away with beatin me up" when it came to last Anarchy - but we’ve been doin it for weeks Harper! How many fuckin times did we kick the fuckin shit outta ya when Sin was part of Revolution!? Damn near every week! ..and what did you do about it!? NOTHING!! You didn’t do a damn thing! We kicked your ass week after week and you sat back and took it like the bitch you are! So suddenly your "your not gonna let us get away with it!" Please, kiss my ass - you aint gonna do a damn thing John, you’ve sat back and being our whippin post and the laughing stock of the whole GWA cause you were too damn scared to get back at us when Sin was Revolution - and thats a damn fact John, cause we roamed and stalked yall backstage week after week laying down the beatings - and ya took 'em, ...and didn’t do a damn thing. So shut yer mouth John, cause its foolish for you to say things you aren’t gonna do. You took the match with Sin and let him become a follower of the "Great Leader" but you weren’t ready for the shit that we were gonna bring; and if you thought that shit was bad enough then you need to wait for Anarchy to roll around when you see what I can really do up close.
You’re no different than Pain, Harper - you brag on and on about how many tag matches you won over ZT but the last time I checked this aint no fuckin tag match. Yeah, you won - congratulations, so maybe I should brag about how many times a year I get my hair cut; why not? Its no more relevant than the tag matches that your bringin up over and over again. You can skip around and be happy all you like; but your lookin at the past and things that don’t matter and your also lookin into a dream world where you’re holdin up the US Title talkin about how "you plan" on defending it; well if I was you I would plan on winning it first. But ya know what the best thing is that you said to me, you told me that I’m "slow and sluggish" yet in the same promo you told me "slow and steady is gonna win the race" so, ..what you’re telling me is that I’m slow and I’m gonna win? Well fuck Harper - that’s the same damn thing I’ve been tellin ya!! You moron, you don’t even know what your talkin about anymore.. Am I gettin to ya already? Do I bother ya so bad that yer losin track of what the fuck yer talkin about? Yeah Harper, you wrestle to win - but that hasn’t been happening so much has it lately? ..And you think that you can come into the ring and put some crappy submisson on me!? Go ahead and try, hell, I'll even lay in the middle of the ring for ya to try it - just so you can see that I can drag your sorry little ass over to the ropes and get John to break the hold.
John, you and Adams have to come to terms with the facts, ..and the fact is that I’m the Champion and not a damn thing is gonna take that away from me; ...not some Canadian and not some clown painted idiot who looks like a badly painted version of Goth. But you’re both the same to me, ..just two nobodies who wanna take something that doesn’t belong to them - but I’m glad you two are gonna stand in the ring with me, cause there’s nothin better than watching people who honestly think they have a chance fall to the ground and see the desperation in their eyes... Watch all the determination drain out and leave nothing left but defeated men who still get to their feet just to go back down. ..See, you both will be feeling the Silence; and if your lucky you'll both get to feel it at the same time, ..then I'll get the pleasure of watching the both of you squirm like maggots as your body screams at you from the amount of pain that Im gonna place on you both. I'll get the pins, ..and I'll be the winner but its all gonna determine on how John Irons wants to call this match... Is he gonna call it in favor of his former stablemate Adams, ..or his former friend Harper? ...Cause he sure as hell aint gonna call it in my favor - the sumbitch hates me with a passion, but I don’t hate him as much as he hates me, ..and there’s a reason for that, ..cause ya hate what ya cant beat.
...and every time he stood across from me in the ring he failed, because for Irons - beating me wasn’t an option, ..it was never considered. So here the comes, the only man in the GWA to stand taller than me but only this time he wont be the one doing the fighting, and if he manages to screw me over then for the first time - and the only time - Irons will be able to say he beat me. ..But as long as I take care of my business in the ring and destroy the two men who cant possibly take my Title from me; then there’s not a damn thing that I gotta worry about. ..This is the week that Mr. Juffalo - yeah, I said Juffalo - sees that he don’t belong in the ring with people such as myself and Harper, ..hell he couldn’t beat Pain so what makes him think that he can come in the ring and even take down one of us? But let the man think what he wants, let him walk his sorry ass to the ring and see what'll happen when he stands against the best the GWA has to offer, ...Me.