You can poke fun at my career all you want, but it's only the beginning. I still have more belts under me then you have, so I don't know where exactly the proof is. One win doesn't justify anything, no matter what you try to tell yourself. Everyone has wins, and everyone has losses. But you see, I can still come back from them, but when you lose your title match, it's going to be catastrophic for you in more ways then one. Because what else will you have? Nothing, just like you are and have always been accustomed to having. All these other wrestlers you speak of, haven't faced me yet, so they don't know true power, or real wrestling skill, nor have they faced a real wrestler if they haven't been in the ring with me.
I'm an asshole, I'm the first one to admit it, but I'm a tough asshole. I have a goddamn plate in my neck, what do you have, a splinter that you need to go to the school nurse to pluck out with her tweezers and then put a band-aid on it? Get real Note, I'm defying every thought of neck injuries by still fighting despite my neck being held together with a metal plate and screws. So call my existence sad all you damn well please, but I'm a tough SOB, and I'm just getting back into the groove of things, because when I'm back 100%, boy oh boy you best make sure you get out of my way. The Blackout Championship, the IWA Championship, heck, even the IWA Tag Team Championships, will all be easy pickings for me.
But you Note, will be my first fatality.