Here we go boys..

I look back on my life. The alcohol, the drug abuse and the temperament. All of it reflects a person that has been possessed and as I look at all of this history. I can't blame anyone that want's to brand me as a devil... I surely deserve that and so much more.. Yet I can't give up on my life can I? There's only one life to live isn't there? I've got to do the best I can to turn it around. Perhaps sometime in the future, I may find some solace.. Maybe one of these days I'll forgive myself for all of the horrible things that I've done. Perhaps a peaceful feeling is within reach.. Maybe, I will find that moment where I can live my life Jamo!!! Yet until then, you're stuck with me...

I smile at the camera while I want to frown. I want to frown because I hate who I am yet I smile because I'm given the opportunity too take my frustration out on a couple of sheep.. It doesn't matter that he thinks of himself as the Shepard. I couldn't care less what fairy tell runs through his mind. Reality speaks loudly too me.. This wannabe is nothing more than a farce.. He's that foul smell that hasn't errupted from my asshole yet.. You know what I'm saying right? That moment where you're waiting to relieve gas.. Some people can't wait for their shit because it doesn't stink.. Yet Jamo is the sorriest son of a bitch that I could shit out. Surely this foul smell didn't come from my ass..

I say that but understand that my shit does stink, yet I didn't think it stunk this bad. I feel as if this wannabe is of his own valition.. Yet he lacks guidance, one that would see him straight into the toilet where he belongs... And since I'm the nasty son of a gun that you all know. I'll show this piece of shit too the septic tank, where he truly belongs. Afterall, it's me doing my civic duty. I'm that guy where all of you punch the fucking ticket too being the trashman. I'm the man that takes out the fucking trash here in SFT and while I may speak less often than others. All of you should know that I mean exactly what I say. I'll never sugar coat a damn thing for any of you. I'm the piece of shit that will hold true too every damn word that I say... Jamo being Intercontinental champion is a farce.. One that smells worse than a morning shit after I've drank a lot of booze along with a mornings cup of coffee.. that's the most foul thing any of you could ever smell and yet, it doesn't hold a candle too Jamo being the Intercontinental Champion.

This was something orchestrated from above. It was meant to happen yet they don't understand how much it truley stinks. Im no face, and I'll never be any of your's savior but I know what I'm talking about when I once again tell you that this was never meant to happen. Louis Cypher was suppose to win this match but the sorry son of a bitch was too weak. He wanted all of you to think he was SFT yet he failed not only me but every single one of you! And now, here we are. I've got to clean up this fucking mess because that chump Louis didn't have it in him to go all the way to defend the Intercontinental Title against the pathetic challenger known as Jamo. Fuck you Louis, I was cheering for you and you let me down yet don't worry... I'll be the guy that not only stands up to this pathetic excuse for a heel but I'll be the man that eventually takes his title from him.. After all, Im the man that has true beef with him. Im not going to pat his butt, nor will I give him a good game. All of my guns will blaze against this poser that thinks he is hardcore..

Louis, now is the time where you recognize a true fighter, one that'll never give but will always strive to push the limits of those who challenge him. Jackson, you're better off keeping your girlfriend out of it because I'll knock her into tomorrow just like I did Robert Saints wife when she stuck her nose where it didn't belong.. I've got no shame for idiots like you. As a matter of fact, Lucas hates quotes like this but I don't care... You'r better off not showing up in order to retain some sort of dignity. Because when the time comes. I'll be the man that stands up after its all said and done. I may just look down at both of you laying broken on the mat or I might decide to rub salt in the wound. Who knows yet but the fact is. When its all said and done Jackson. I will be the last man standing..