(Sitting here in this rundown fucking bar, bunch a fucking hicks getting watsed, playing pool, spilling their shit all over, spilling themselve all over, trying to hit on some bar sluts, fuck. I just keep to myself, drink my beer, feel my buzz, both of 'em, damn I feel good. Gotta admit, this shit in here better than tv, course I never watc tv anyways, its funny as fuck, these goddamn drunks. I toss back the rest of my beer and signal for a new one, got my money on the bar already, good, this bitch can take it herself, maybe she'd take something else as well. Ah man, she probably take a lot every night, but fuck it, means she be easy enough to get. Maybe another time, just this last drink and I'm a split, go out and get stoned and get back to my hotel. Here;s my new drink, I take it and down half of it, take a breath and slam down the rest, then pick up my money except a couple ones and head towards the door. Avoiding the drunk sluts and the drunks looking for an excuse to fight I get to the door and head on outside stumbling on to the sidewalk. I look around at the area, shrug and head to the left, yea, I think that's the way back. Man, its pretty hot down here, nice though considering how it is back in the D right now. May as well kick some shit out on this walk back, so lets see, Blake Mason, heh, kid thinks I talk too much shit, he thinks I act like this Jerome Morris kid, I heard his name a few times now, wonder who the fuck he is? Ah well, I'll care when I gotta face him, for now I focus on Blake, so I shove my hands in my pants pockets and keep walking.)

"Get a new gimmick, heh, well ya know Blake, I gotta say...NEWS fucking FLASH...what ya see and hear from X to the A is no gimmick. This is me, the way I am, its who I always will be. Ya see me cutting a fucking promo or ya chat with me off camera there is no fucking difference, so get a clue....kid!"

(Fucking waste a space, this kid got no goddamn clue, but hey, its kinda fun showing 'em all up, showing rookies like this the ropes.)

"Blake, ya just a jealous kid, ya mad cause I'm bigger than you and I just got to SKCW. The company can say all it wants, but I go by the real facts. Like them not being apart of the MSN Circuit, heh, well very soon they won't be because the circuit will no longer exist, but as of now and for its entire history the company has been on the circuit as it is now. Until it no longer carries the MSN flag its a apart of the circuit. They feel no other history counts besides there's and fine, most companies will not recognize history outside of there own, but to claim what SKCW does, it is false. There is tons more history and grander than SKCW, sure, make new guys work there way up, I agree with that, but do not be ignorant about wrestling history, that just shows you have a long way to go iun this business before your taken seriously. Ok, enough ripping on SKCW for there bullshit, now you Blake, like I said, I'm bigger than you kid. Follow SKCW and don't count my history in this business, but ya see, your perception does not matter for what I've done outside of SKCW really does count, its what's made me a better man than any pathetic fuck here. Ya think I care if everyone hates me, I don't! If I had any family I wouldn't care if they hated me, I really don't, its no catchphrase, no gimmick, I don't care if you hate me, I will continue to speak the fucking truth and shove it down everyone fucking throat, so fuck you Blake, ya piece a fucking dogshit, enough fucking swearing for ya? Fucking cocking, muthafucking, goat raping, dog molesting, shit eating, sack a monkey shit, fuck you up your ass with a big, brown, dick....hey Blake...FUCK YOU!"

(I stop now raising both hands flipping my middles fingers, then shove my hands back in my pockets and start walking again.)

"All my opponents do anymore is talk about how I've been on a roll, having some success, oh big fucking deal, so I won a few matches over a few fucking jobbers, get over it. Winning matches ain't gonna make ya a complete success. Look at last week, I get screwed outta that battle royal all because Kleen didn't want to be in the same ring as me, he knew and so did management, that if we went head to head he would be exposed for the fucking fluke, fraud, douchebag that he is. Real fucking deal my ass, he couldn't handle the real fucking deal, the real fucking impact. Ya see what I did to, beat his ass senseless, that is a fucking impact in a half, that's I'm better than Kleen and Blake, I'm far superior to your ass."

(I keep walking and pulls a cigarette and lighter out. I spark it up in my mouth and drop the lighter back in my pocket, take a couple drags and keep walking.)

"That's the beauty of it Blake, if ya don't like me, don't listen, its smart, its what I do if I don't like something, I fucking ignore it. So if nobody wants to listen to me, then so be it, they don't have it, but I ain't gonna stop, I ain't shut up. I will sit back and smoke my weed, no problem there, but come showtime I'll lace them boots and shove 'em up your ass kicking you all over the ring, owning you like a nigger in the south. You don't stand a chance son, ya ain't got what it takes to step up with mister X to the A, the real mister impact, the man with no care and no fucking gimmick and son, don't ya forget it. Ya get what ya see and Monday ya gonna get a fucking ass kicking, win or lose your walking outta Overdrive fucked up beyond recognition and that son is a shoot!"

(I puff off some of my cigarette some more, then flick it away, here's the hotel. So in I walk through the main door and head right for the elevator, disappear from sight through the doors and that's that, later fuckers.)