Originally Posted by mr.onemanband
Cage: Excuse me...I don't speak retardiniess...I need to get out my translation book. Give me one second.
*Cage pulls out a small book from his pocket, flipping, mumbling as he looks*
Cage: OH! This makes total sense. Listen guy, I know your mother dropped you on your head as a child, you ate lead paint chips, and all of the other classic mistakes that could have made you as fucked up as you are, but the fact is you are speaking to a real man here. Not some pipsquek punk who is going to shiver in his boots at your words. You are the shadow lurking behind me? I'm the guy coming straight at your face with a sledgehammer putting your ass down. I don't sneak attack like some preschool bitch. I face people, mano e mano, and I prove why I am the best. Ask Mr Smyth, as Kaige Chamberlain, ask any of the countless others I've been in the ring. So keep running your mouth Graves. I hope and pray this tournament will let us meet up, because I want to be the guy who pins you in that ring, and makes you eat your own words.