This week I face Chris Conway, some fatass white Jamaican piece of crap that isn’t even on my level.

Do I care?

Hell no.

Why not?

Because I can beat this guy with one hand tied behind my back and that’s the truth. He spends all the time training by eating cheeseburgers. This is seriously a slap to my face to be thrown into the ring against such filth.

This guy shouldn’t even be allowed into the ring to begin with. If I was that obese, they’d have me thrown off of the show in a second.

To me this is like a scrimmage match against the worst team in the whole league. Why the hell am I even fighting this guy?

And then to top off this crap, I get back jumped by that pussy Trendkiller. That only proved that he was just as much of a phony as I said he was.

The difference between myself and every other heel in the WWA is that I am not a back jumper, I jump people from the front. Only cowards and pussies do that kind of shit.

It’s a joke to be honest about it and I’m not too shy about voicing my opinion about it.

If you want to fight me, fight me like a man, not like a suicide bomber coward who has to attack from behind.

Stupid crap like that is why the wrestling business has turned into a fucking joke and became sports entertainment. Why the hell would something like that happen? It makes no sense. It’s like something from Thunder in the late nineties.

This is not a sport anymore, it’s a joke and that’s the truth. All of these wrestlers take themselves far too seriously. Nobody cares about titles or wins and yet no one around here is smart enough to see that.

It’s all about sending a message to the public and making them interested in you.

If you’re not interested in the character, then you won’t care about them. The people in the audience know this but the wrestlers apparently are not and that’s why this industry sucks more than a porn actress.

I just wish people would start listening to me before it’s too late but everyone seems to think that I’m some egomaniac when that’s entirely not the case.

There’s something called psychological warfare and it’s a part of this game. I was playing all of you and no one saw it coming.

The truth of the matter is I played everyone here more than The Cog. I said some things to see who were the ones that would blow up over it.

The plan turned out to be a big success.

I saw true colors of a lot of wrestlers here and they weren’t pretty. Things got uglier than a Lady Gaga outfit. The WWA is a dark, nightmarish place much like the futuristic Los Angeles in the movie Blade Runner.

That is why I don’t fit into this business anymore. It’s all a joke with no punch line. The wrestling industry is slowly going down the toilet but nobody knows why.

Wrestlers like Chris Conway, that’s why. Some fat ass Jamaican white guy with an eye patch on. I beat Jevon White last week and now this week I get put into the ring with another idiot that has no business being in the ring.

These guys are all talk. I could care less about Conway or anything about him. He is a man without fear but he’s also a man without common sense.

He may do whatever it takes to win but so will I and I will hold nothing back. I will show him no mercy because I show no mercy to anybody in this business and he will be no exception.

Wrestling is dead, long live sports entertainment and garbage like Chris Conway. May the filth of this industry die a slow, horrible death staring with him at Rage in the Cage.