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9/29/2011:
As I was laying on the mat on September 18th, I had an epiphany. After dismantling Marshe Rockett, I was still trying
to figure out why I was nearly unconscious (instead of celebrating my victory,) when I heard a voice. It wasn’t a
transcendental voice however, it was your annoying screech, UltraMantis Black. As I slowly put the puzzle pieces
together, I finally realized, that I had strayed from the right path, from my ultimate goal...
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I had numerous matters to attend to lately, and not all of them are resolved yet, but the biggest problem, the
biggest thorn in my side, is still not taken care of. As you felt the need to cowardly attack me,
I recognized that there is one thing to do before I can move on and reshape CHIKARA to my liking. I usually
don’t even
consider other people’s requests. I make my own decisions. But this time you went too far, UltraMantis. Attacking our apprentice
Jakob or that moron Sanchez would be one thing - putting your hands on me is quite another.
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One more time - one last time - I will teach you a lesson in humility. One final time, I will grant you the
honor
of sharing a ring with me. One last time...so I can finally rid myself of you. I
accept your challenge. And I am actually delighted to. When we meet again, you will have no idea what is
going to hit you, just as I didn’t have any idea in Manhattan, lying on that mat, staring at the lights.
You are a pest, UltraMantis Black, and I will find the perfect way to exterminate you. You have put your
nose into my business one time too many. By attacking me in Manhattan that Sunday
afternoon, you made yourself the focus of my attention. And this will be your ultimate undoing.
9/29/2011:
As I was laying on the mat on September 18th, I had an epiphany. After dismantling Marshe Rockett, I was still trying
to figure out why I was nearly unconscious (instead of celebrating my victory,) when I heard a voice. It wasn’t a
transcendental voice however, it was your annoying screech, UltraMantis Black. As I slowly put the puzzle pieces
together, I finally realized, that I had strayed from the right path, from my ultimate goal...
