There's guys you team up with until they become weak links, a la F.I.S.T. or Jigsaw and Quack. There's guys you play nice with in order to get rides to shows or so they can try to get you an extra booking somewhere. But the only thing I ever got out of our relationship was a petty PUMA payday.

Hope that was a fun trip down memory road, Gavin. Because at "Never Compromise" I'm going to rip out your vocal chords so you can't host anything again in your life. No more singing, announcing or speaking your elitist rhetoric to V or to Jakob or to the dude with the turtle shell on his back. You must be pretty loud and obnoxious to get in their faces like that. Do you really think a few weeks at The Wrestle Factory can equal all my years of training? All the drop-downs and leapfrogs in the world aren't going to stop me from taking your voice, your hair and your job.

I bet you really think you're irreplaceable. That you're "special." HA, it's WRESTLING! You're just a thread on a sweater and Wink is just a pawn in my pro-wrestling chess game. Did you really think that I believed I could save pro-wrestling simply by winning a piece of metal? Gavin my #grandplan goes so much deeper! My crew of losers could never inflict the pain and destruction that Eddie Kingston can do unhinged. Haven't you noticed he's been just 'a little' different after "Under the Hood?"

Mark my words, he will be the destroyer of CHIKARA and I'll finally rise up as the martyr of pro-wrestling. But I'm not worried that Icarus will take advantage of my handiwork and win the title tomorrow night, because I plan on getting us kicked off of iPPV! Live murder of a scrawny ring announcer will do that, right?

Cheers!
TD