Well Kris, it seems you have me all wrong here. I was trying to set up something respectable for you, a chance to say you fought with the best of the best, win or lose. You may not know much about me, but the way you're talking, you are making Ichabod out to be a big chump. Yes, this pretty much proves you know nothing. Let me fill you in.
Ichabod has been the WOW Hardcore Champion, the WOW Heavyweight Champion, the WOW 2002 Gladiator, one half of the WOW Championship #1 contenders, one half of the WOW Tag Team #1 contenders, president of WOW. Sound like a nobody to you? And thats only his career in WOW... I haven't even attempted to start on his career in other federations. Am I trying to brag? Of course not, I'm not Ichabod. I'm merely the image of Ichabod. Looks can be decieving. I'm only saying give credit where credit is due, Kris. That is what I was trying to say when I made my offer.
Speaking of which, it is now my turn to decline. I don't want a shot at Ring Wars at your title... I have a much bigger plan and more important things to do than open the show with you. I'm sorry, little one, but my course of action follows a much higher path than that.
I remember when I was like you. Young, stupid, naive. I tried to live life on the backburner, grabbing at small titles. Ichabod here, he took every chance he could and grabbed at every damn nook and cranny to get to the top... and he stayed there. Ichabod is the holder of a shitload of bragging rights. You want to know why? Its because he was never satisfied with where he was, he always wanted to be higher. Ichabod means more to WOW than you ever will. He's a WOW legend. I'll be a WOW legend too, because I now grab at every opportunity that comes up, including your European Title. I've never held a title in my life, but thats OK. WOW Championship is a lot better than European, not like you'll ever know that, but I was just maybe thinking of testing the waters. I see now what kind of "champions" WOW has to offer from the lowercard.
"Ichabod" gets up and looks at his watch. He smiles and nods. As he walks out to the street he presses a button on the watch and the house behind him explodes.
Enjoy, Frenchie.
He walks away grinning evilly.