Piter Svoboda, the fun and games have ended. You've done your thing, I've done mine, but I've also made sure to keep an eye on what you've said. For one, who goes to Portland to voice their mind? I'm higher class than that. But word gets around, and I was able to get a tape of your little "performance". You said that I was in it to be famous. Wrong. Wrong!

I already am famous, I'm already "The Living Legend", I'm past my peak, sure, but what does that allow me to do?

Surprise people, exactly.

You talked about the beginning of your career, beating heavyweights, "big names", twenty-nine men at once to win a title. About how me being in a higher division means nothing, and you're right, it does mean nothing, because I beat three people in a higher division than me last week, Piter.

Jonathan Collins. Nikita. Trevor Wrath. All three have an extra loss on their record, and why? Because I got the pinfall. Yeah, you could be the International Champion, you could have beaten Gwenivere Jordan, you could have had me as a contender.

Coulda', woulda', shoulda'.

You would have beaten her, you say. You should have beaten Emotoas, you say. You could beat me, you say. Don't think that I'm doubting you, because I don't. I'm also not going to say that you would have beaten any of the three. Because that's absurd. Fact is you got beaten by a bald woman. I think your priorities need to get in order before you can even think about beating me.

As for me? Golden boy? Cash cow? You overestimate what the Frosts think of me. Or, rather, what I think of the Frosts. I'm not their puppet, I'm not Andrew Ashton, I'm "White Phoenix" James Halford, I'm the cream of the crop, I created the oppertunity for New Era Wrestling to EXIST.

You're a "rising star", you're a potential star here in NEW, and they want to put YOU up against some higher carders to make you work harder and win.

Unfortunately for you...they chose me.

Anton Rayge is inconsequential, and Demonica is just Gwen Jordan-lite. And as for drinking, it's not the ONLY factor I have in my edge over you. I have skill, I have talent, I have the knowledge that will enable me to beat you. You give me a few hours, I'll just find another hole in your style. It's my style, it's the style Jon Collins uses, I'll find another way to neutralize you, it's "The NEW Style".

You're not special, you're not a rising star like NEW thinks you are. You're not even being "fed" to me. No, you're another obstacle in my way to raise to the top of New Era Wrestling, and claim that World Title. And why?

Because I'm proving to myself that I'm still the best to ever step through those ropes, the best to ever lace up the boots, the best to ever fly gracefully through the air...

Location is also inconsequential to me. You think I'm here to make the fans in a certain area think I'm just oh-so-fucking great? No, I'm proving that to myself each week, with each pinfall. It'll be another step this week when I prove it further by pinning you.

Weak spot in the moveset? Yeah, you've only been wrestling nine years, you've had people try it before, you've had this, you've had that, and frankly, I'm fucking sick of hearing you talk, but I'm doing this for the good of the people. To weed through all the bullshit you, the Frosts, and the NEW roster as a whole are feeding the American public.

So fucking what if you've wrestled for nine years? So have I. It's not an impressive feat, Piter, it's really quite boring to me. You don't know what I've done because I don't let that slip. But what's the difference between me and the random technical wrestlers who have targeted your leg before? That I actually know the damage it can do?

Certainly not. No, I don't just plan on neutralizing you, I plan on breaking your leg, Piter. Not your precious little ankle, that's too basic, something someone the likes of Andrew Ashton would do, such as what he did to me last August. No, I want to break your leg, I want to see the bone break the skin, to be able, if I so desired, to cut my forehead on your bone.

Piter, you've barked up the wrong tree, and fucked with the wrong guy. I'm not a fucking old nag of a horse...

I'm an ageless thoroughbred.

"There are more pleasant things to do than beat people up." - Muhammad Ali