I've heard a lot of shit in my life. I've been lied to, I've been teased, I've been led astray...

But so few times have I heard something that just made me feel better about myself. So few times where I've suddenly felt enlightened and wanted to make a difference in the world!

This is not one of those times. No sir, today, I'm seeing the world just a little bit differently. My world is just a little less cloudy, and a little more sunshine-and-rainbowy!

And it's all thanks to one man! One man who has made me see the error of my ways! One man who...who has changed the way that look at myself in the mirror! ONE MAN WHO HAS GIVEN ME THE CONFIDENCE THAT I NEED TO BEAT THE PISS OUT OF MY OPPONENT ON MONDAY NIGHT!

That man...is that very same opponent...LH Harrison.

Yes, LH Harrison, you have inspired me! You have inspired me to think differently about our match on Monday.

I listened to what you had to say about me. I listened to how you said that you would "decimate" me; that you "wouldn't be surprised if [i] didn't show up" on Monday in Kansas City; that I would just be..."the next victim."

I listened, man. I listened, not with my ears. I listened with my heart. I LISTENED WITH MY SOUL!!!

And it was as if your words had caused me to stand up, as if by some malevolent force! And I found myself walking into my hotel bathroom, as if guided by an guardian angel! And then, suddenly, I was standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself. Looking deep into my heart; into my soul!

And I felt something. I felt this strange energy building up inside of me; inside of my heart. And this energy began taking a new form. And I felt it coming up from my heart towards my mouth. And, believe it or not, I found myself uttering these words...






"Who the hell does this guy think he is?"





And I pondered this for quite some time. What gall does this guy have to think that I not only lack the skills to fight him one-on-one, but also the balls to face him.

LH, I respect you. I respect your fighting style. I respect the fact that you fight with honor and integrity, which is few and far between in our industry. I respect you as a wrestler.



But you are full of shit.



But I don't say that to insult you. Because your bullshit has inspired me! And that's what all of this is about, right? Inspiration! Yes, your bullshit has inspired me to do several things:

1) It's inspired me to show up on Madness not simply for the reason that I'm booked on the show, not for the reason that I'm facing you, but also for the reason that I simply and truly want kick the shit out of you!

2) It's inspired me to step up my game. These last few weeks have been a little lackluster for me, you see. I haven't had any real incentive to go out and beat my opponent into submission. i mean, what's the point? Nobody's insulted me directly to my face. Nobody's physically brought harm to me outside the ring. Nobody's really done anything to directly piss me off. The only exception was with Bob Murray, but only because I hated the reasons why he got into the business. And even then, I didn't see any real reason to beat him into a bloody pulp in our match (which, by the way, I won; if you're going to insult me over that, get your facts straight).

You, on the other hand, have given me all of the fuel that I need to step up my game; to get to the next level; to be even better than I was before.

And lastly, if it means anything to you, LH Harrison, you have inspired me to be more like you.

Now I don't mean that you've inspired me to completely change my life and start my journey down the road of motivational speaking where my best hope is to start selling yoga tapes. But you have inspired me...to inspire others. And, specifically, you. I want to inspire you to look at our match differently...just as you did me.

I am not someone that you want to take lightly. I can get aggressive. I can get rough. And I can get dangerous. But what makes all of that even worse for you is what you bring to the table. You see, when someone tells me that I can't do it something, it makes me want it more; it makes me want to prove them wrong; it makes me want to take my skills to a whole new level. When you say that you don't think that I'm going to show up, I want to get there even more. When you say that your skills are too great for me to handle, I want to step up my game even more. And when you say that I'm going to be another victim of yours...I want to make you tap like a bitch.

Now, I know that you're going through some personal stuff, some good, some bad, but I'm not going to let that get in the way of our match on Monday. So you better make sure that your head's straight before you step into that ring.

My mind is clear, and my eyes are open.

I hope that this was a little inspirational for you. I hope that it's made you see things a little differently. Of course, if I haven't opened your eyes, even just a little bit...I can always beat it into your subconscious.

See you on Monday. :)