Remember Mac we get 1000 words for our debate. I will not wish you "good luck" because you are clearly better equipped with the skills to deliver...at least you were in time's past. By the end of the showdown when the dust settles, I aim to have reached legendary status. TRUST I will do what it takes to leave victorious again.
However, if you want to you can leave now before I put you down for good, old yeller
Mac: Let me tell you something, son, I was running the debate league and supermodding this place when you were nothing but a bad idea that ran down your daddy's leg.
Mac: Don't you ever think we're in the same league. You're gonna need a helluva lot more than confidence to get on my level. You're gonna need yourself a big-ass ladder to knock me off my high horse. I'm the baddest thing on two legs, and on October 22nd, Legends Never Die, you can bet your ass I'm walking out with one more win under the belt, another bad bitch in my bed, and your ass six feet deep, jerking the curtain. See you in nine days, son.
Drops mic, walks off to ovation... or heat, whatever.
Oh shit, it's like that? You just don't know a lot has changed since you were debating in the past league. The Lady Killer painfully found that out in a CRUSHING DEFEAT in the last show, and when the results are finally revealed for TDL VIII you will experience the same fate. It is written in the stars. There's an underlying purpose for you choosing me to face you in your return and you may not even realize it. Who doesn't want to fall to the absolute best in their last stand? I am pleased to give you the closure you deserve here in TDL. You are about to receive a legendary beatdown your grandkids are gonna feel. When the Clique is finished with DDMac, you will still be a legend, but you will also look like the biggest pooputt out of the Bronx for ever thinking you could step to this, son!