The monacles feel cold against my wrists, and cut deep slits.

I can feel the blood trickle down my hand, and the wetness is evitable.

I can only imagine the gash that now resides near my wrist, and I really wonder if it has cut to deep. If it has, then just sitting here in this cold, dark, damp place, will only be the death of me. Just sitting and waiting for my release, will only lead to my downfall, and anyone sitting here watching, would know that. By remaining in these shackles, I just end up cutting myself deeper and deeper, ultimately bleeding to death in the process, and that's not how I want to end up.

I've been here for so long, further back before my fame even began. It's people like Gabriel Othello that put me in these chains, people like him who have shunned me to these chains. It's sad, I remain undefeated, yet there are still certain people that continue to turn the key. Only few out of many are actually willing to unlock these shackles, but few aren't enough. It's only a minority, and its evident that they are destined to lose. History, and science, have proven that the minority is never to come out on top. Percentages matter, no matter what anyone says. So, the minority is destined to lose, I am destined to stay locked away forever. It will never end, there are always people with doubts, and it is those people who personally enslave me.

People like Gabriel Othello, people like King Flip, people who misinterprete my actions, and assume over my intentions. People who underestimate the possibilites, have long since enslaved me, and no matter what I do, no matter how many times I prove their accusations wrong, they never cease their slander. It's funny really. I watched a couple promos the other day, alone in my cell, and I watched all the people who mock me. People who enter a place like this, and expect they are the best. Adam Meyer, a man who failed to make it to the status that I have now, claims that he will make it. It's comments like these that make me laugh. I've done what I can, I've taken everyone who has come my way, and I've come out on top. I am scheduled to compete for the world title, because of my accomplishments, and through it all, there are still those who mock. How can you mock an individual who has one up on you? The only point you're making, is that you're a good trash talker. It's funny.

This goes without saying that they are not the only ones who put me in this cell. They are not the only ones who exiled me to the abyss. When you look back at everything I have done, when you look back at everything I have said, I'm just like them. I did it to myself. It wasn't only people like that who question me, but I questioned myself, and everytime I did it, the shackles got tighter and tighter. Now look what I have done, with the help of others, I now occupy this place, this place that I have ultimately locked myself in.

Even with all the laughter I share, the hollow sounds comedy echo through my cell, and I again I feel alone. There is that emptiness inside of me, the emptiness that every last one of you put there, and I am ashamed. I'm ashamed that I left such people into my life, I let them in, and they took everything. A criminal. That's the occupation every single last one of you hold at this moment. After ripping everything away, I became your scapegoat. I became your scapegoat for anything and everything in your life, and after awhile, the ones that believed my truth, stop believing. Now I sit, in this cell, wrongly accused. I'm sentenced for as long as you feel. That's where my career lies, in your hands, and that's what I'm afriad of.

Time and time again, these people never cease to amaze me, always thinking of new ways to make themselves seem even stupider than before. You still get those people who question my being. How can you question me? How can you question a man at the top of this federation, when you occupy the bottom. You can not speak when you lie on the bottom, because those all the way at the top, like myself, can not hear you. So I suggest saving your breath.

I'm sick. I'm sick and tired of other peoples false claims. My hears are numb, and they're done hearing these accusations. If I have to personally show every single last one of you, what I speak of, then I will. I've shown Challenger, I've shown Golden, and I've shown Flip. I have absolutley no problem in teaching others these lessons of life. It's essential that you learn them before you get yourself into trouble. I might be chained to these walls, but these chains don't hold me back, they don't hold me back one single bit. if anything, they push me forward. If anything, that help me to obtain my ultimate goal, which is actually a bit ironic when you think about it.

The chains have kept me safe, they keep me safe from the outside world, and they keep me safe from myself. In truth, I am a danger to myself. Considering I was one of the individuals who got myself here, than I would be considered a danger to myself. But don't I have good reasons? My reasons for locking myself in a place like this, were far from unnessecary. They are one hundred percent nessecary, and with good reason. They've kept me from the frost the surounds me, from the outside.

But this frost is still unbearable, in the middle of June - with all this heat.

Hundreds upon hundreds, with frosted eyes, and sweating faces, lie row by row.

It's this that surounds me. It's this is what I am destined for. Failure surounds me, and even a blind woman could see it. I'm meant to fail, just look at the clues. My quick ascent into the ranks of the wrestling world, was way to much to take in, and because of it, I now begin my descent to oblivion. It's only a matter of time now before my name is forgotten, and somebody else takes my place. Somone like Michael Challenger or Tyler Jacobs, as much as I hate to deny it, history tends not to lie.

But then again, that's what people I expect of me, that's what people expect me to day. They expect me to put myself down, they expect me to give into Gabriel Othello, and they expect me to lose to him the last week before the Final Four pay-per-view. If you believe that you will become the victor so easily, you have another thing coming Gabe. The tides are a changing, and I am not the same man I was when I first walked into Deathcore Wrestling. Unfortunantly for me, it has to start here, and now. Things are going to change around here, and people are going to begin to respect me. I will make them respect me. The only way it seems that I can suceed in this goal, is to obtain my previous one, to capture the world championship.

Maybe that's the key, is it possible that the HPW world heavyweight championship could be the key to these chains? Is it possible that the culprits will halt their constant underestimation of me? I believe that would be the only way. But who's to say that would work? I captured the Deathcore Pit Championship, and these shackles still held me firmly in place, who's to say that this is going to work, if it didn't work in Deathcore? I suppose nobody really knows what the future holds.

Until then, I remained chained. I remain confined, as always.

Gone.