I am an enigma in many ways.

What I believe may not seem right to you, but it is right to me.

There can be light within the darkness, as that is the line I walk every day.

In my eyes, respect and hatred are in two different realms.

I can respect a man for what he does, but not like him for who he is.

I respect your ability Hans, but I don't like the person that you are.

You sound like, act like, and give off the vibe of a phony, a fake, a false being to me. You constantly say you are the better man, that you've given me chances to accept your challenge, but in the same breath, claim that you were busy doing other things to make good on my acceptance. But, what's done is done. That is the past, we can't live in the past. We move on to the future. The future, starting this Monday when I walk down that aisle and begin my ascent back to the top of the HWA. It starts with me taking you out Hans.

Hans, you know, you have gotten a little too cocky for your own good. You and your clever little one liners may have earned you the admiration of some people, but that's all it's earned you...a little admiration. The time has come to finally prove your championship worth. No burnt-out Buff Bridges to look good against. No Maniac to help enhance you skills. Monday night is when the truth will be told. Either you prove me wrong, and you remain champion, or I prove you wrong, and I take your title away from you, dear Baron.

You continue to take me lightly, Hans. I like your attitude towards me. Continue to believe that you're the favorite...that you're guaranteed to come out of this with title intact. It'll make the fall from grace I'm going to send on all the more sweeter. I'm going to enjoy wiping that petulant smirk off of your face while I take your All-Star title away from you Hans.

Believe that...

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