*CLICK*
"Well I'll be a bull frogs brother. Seems you should be hearing me loud and clear. Those extravagant gentlemen over at the XWF were charitable enough to leave behind this old tape recorder. Seeing on how things are a little slow this turkey day I thought I might elaborate upon just who SDB is via this journal. I think I might send it to them boys, let them do something with it..."

*You hear the sound of SDB flicking his lighter to ignite his Lucky Striker cigarette. You hear a deep inhale and then an exhale.*

"So who is Steam Diesel Black.....who is the barrel chested brawler? Well , I don't know how much I'm gonna tell y'all. I like the shroud of mystique behind me. Just know that I will be no pushover slim. I get worked up y'know, I get excited about my first match coming soon. Whom against, well that information hasn't been wired to me just yet, but for whomever has a wish for pain...and misery.....I'm ready to oblige...."

*Takes another drag*

"Bunch 'o' you boys see a big backwoods cat and expect some dumb incestual hilly billy. Underestimate me , I dare you. Walk down that ramp, and into this thunder dome and let your guard down in front of me and Victoria. Get a hold of Josh Arcanum and see what happened when he mistook me for a pushover, or Steven "Sugarfoot" Wilchezki. They made those same mistakes and I beat them......"

*Takes another long drag*

" I beat them to within an inch of there miserable fucking lives. The Roid junkies and Emotional car wrecks will have to head to there safe spaces when I'm through with em. Oh I'll eat them alive. Your muscles are a reflection of your souls.....artificial, and hollow.
I'm rambling now I'm afraid., and it smells like the gator tail is done cooking. So any of you whom.have the unfortunatnce of standing across the ring from me soon
You better know how to cut the mustard, you better have the hair on your nuts to survive..Because your gonna need it.
Y'all come on back no y'hear. Happy turkey day.