8/6/2012: Ten weeks to heal two fingers. This tells me two things. First, you gave it your best shot, Quackenbush, and you couldn't get the job done. That failure is about to come back to haunt you. The other thing this tells me is that your wrist cannot possibly be 100%. You came back prematurely. Colt Cabana might be interested in an overly-polite scientific display of knowledge and prowess with you, but GEKIDO is an entirely different beast.
At "Chikarasaurus Rex," Mike Quackenbush showed the world his true colors. He methodically and deliberately snapped my fingers while the whole world watched. We said from the outset that GEKIDO was going to show you the dark underbelly of CHIKARA. I didn't think you would make it so easy for us, Mike.
Do you think we're just going to stop? Stop because Wink vavasseur assigns us different partners? Stop because you briefly triggered a 10-week intermission of our agenda?
Before you broke my index finger, you told me to leave CHIKARA and never return. You threatened me with what would happen if I didn't heed your warning. You are not as intimidating as you like to think. I don't know that anything about this happy little wrestling circus called CHIKARA, with its bright, primary colors and family-catered ouevre intimidates me.
You could not protect yourself from me, and you certainly didn't protect your trainees. Fire Ant will come limping back onto the battlefield just as you have, Quackenbush. Which is more than can be said of Dragonfly or Tianlong. Those two I simply eradicated.
In Milwaukee, one of your most prized students will be next. I will take your partner from you. And I will make a list. One by one I will eliminate them. You will fail them just as you failed to run me out of CHIKARA.