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I am saddened. Saddened to find out a return to the ring, and in a unique setting to boot, was foiled by an outsider. What kind of message does it send when a man cannot do his own handiwork? What does it say when a doofus in a hat helped a man claim victory?

It says he doesn't know who he messed with. It says this hallowed hall needs a re-education on the perils of making me...angry.

You see, many of you here are fond of your special powers, or fancy smansy skills. But do you know why UCA feared and respected me? Do you know why I spent five long years in a corner of the arena, away from view, away from other "people?" It was because I am my own weapon. I am my own worst nightmare, and I spent plenty of time learning ways to hurt people.

Shoes
Taybles
Chairs
Pipes
Chains

Or if I wanted to, I could...wrap these hands around someone's throat and make them cold and lifeless within seconds. I became one of the last UCA Heavyweight champions by doing whatever I needed to, whenever I needed to, usually by taking someone's most precious emotional attachment, and spitting that back in their faces.

I can eat a loss or two. But believe me...when I say this. Whoever faces me next, will NOT go unscathed. A wrestling ring is my playground, my prison, my temple. And you're standing in my way. You're also standing in the way of a man who revels in breaking arms for sport. What kind of future do you have?

Unfortunately for all of you, human, monster, or ephemeral being: I have come to play. And I play dangerous games.
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"Evening caress, Always yearning, I must confess, The stars aren't burning"
Copernicus - Candlemass