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FGA Canadian Stampede
February 18th, 2016

Never shoulda had t’ come t’ this.

Not even close, bein’ honest. But, that seems t’ be the prevailin’ thing when it’s come to our---er, my tenure here at FGA. Even when things been good...An’ believe me, winnin’ Dynamic Duos, earnin’ these...

He holds up one half of the FGA World Tag Team Championships, the other half seated ominously in the empty chair beside him, glittering in the light.

'S damn good. Good as it gets. But it seems like....Every single time We had a shot at makin' a good thing great...Somethin' was there, derailin' us. First it was the controversy with the Dynamic Duos finals, which gave some ignorant rubes all the chance in the world t' call us paper champions somehow...Even though we mowed through every team in that Goddamn tournament, an' beat what at the time was the best tag team goin' clean, in the middle of the ring. Then, when we're tryin' t' get somethin' goin', prove we're fightin' champions, our challengers slap us in the face, come draggin' a third team int' our match like we ain't even the ones holdin' gold...then try an' pin it on us, like we ain't want competition. Then, when we come out THAT match...uglier than we woulda liked, but still with our fuckin' hands raised, clean, whether folks roun' here wanna admit it or not...We still got doubters. Folks tryin' t' play us off. Tryin' t' demean us. Who we are. What we done. Hadn't been beat once as a team, defended the titles, but still, we weren't shit t' some of ya'll.

So we go t' answerin' them questions. Two outta three falls. 'Gainst the folks who disrespected us the most. Settle things, once an' for damn all....

But nah.

That don't get t' happen either.

One of 'em splits, 'cause they don't like how things get heated 'tween folks who been disrespected, an' folks who seem intent on doin' the disrespectin' but playin' an entirely different story up for everybody else. Jus' cause we got tired of gettin' shoveled shit, an' called folks on the carpet, the whole thing blows up. We get our defense, get the monkey off our back...but not quite. Even after all that....Questions. Doubts. Disrespect. Folks questionin' what's goin' on with the tag belts, even though the damn deal been clear for a good long while.

Every time we got somethin' good goin'...Folks were jus' chippin' away at it. Won the tournament. Beat the best there was t' offer. Beat 'em again. Would have beat 'em a third time....but still, we jus' weren't gettin' our jus' due from some folks.

Now, that ain't t' say we ain't had support. Those of ya'll who been backin' Whiskey Dex from day one, ya'll know who ya'll are. An' those of ya'll out there who came 'long the way, Hell, we know ya'll too. Folks got every right t' like an' dislike however they so choose...But it's when folks ain't showin' respect for the work ya put in, when they try an' belittle what you done no matter what ya do...When even the praise comes out with a heapin' helpin' of backhand...Every single time...that starts t' wear on folks a little.

Some more 'n others, obviously.

Whiskey...things ain't set right here with her for awhile, an' she finally hit a breakin' point. Couldn't do it anymore. I ain't blamin' her for that. Sometimes, things with two sides jus'....ain't ever gonna be right, an' it's bes' for 'em t' jus' part ways. Better that way, y'know? For everybody involved.

But I...

I couldn't walk away like that.

See, we won these sons of bitches on blood, sweat, 'n tears. The team nobody fuckin' expected t' last, made good. Then made better, then made best. Defended 'em 'gainst all comers. We earned the right t' call ourselves the best Goddamn tag team in the world t'day, no matter what. I can't jus'...walk away on that. I can't jus' let that go. We earned these fuckin' belts. We earned this spot....An' I'll be damned if I'm jus' gonna walk outta here, an' hand 'em over without a fight. Whiskey Dex came in here with somethin' t' prove....An' we proved it, time an' again, no matter what any of our critics said. We beat who was put in front of us. We stepped t' the plate, an' we showed the world who the best tag team standin' was....

...An' jus' because one of us is gone, don't mean that goes by the wayside.

Valero. Jackson.

I don't know ya'll much. Jackson, I had the pleasure of dumpin' him on his head 'fore, durin' Duos. Good kid. Jus' not quite good 'nough. Valero, I've seen enough t' know you're a Hell of a wrestler. An' ya'll made your way through Jokers Wild, 'gainst the best they could drum up. Ya'll been tested, an' ya earned this shot.

So come 'head on.

I ain't gonna bullshit ya'll. Ain't gonna wait 'til the last moment, have some partner come outta nowhere ya'll ain't strategized for, try an' get in ya'll's heads. Ain't no mystery, ain't no surprise. I came t' FGA as a part of Whiskey Dex, an' I ain't sullyin' what we done---Everythin' we accomplished---by jus' grabbin' whoever an' carryin' on. When ya'll step int' that ring in Canada, you'll be facin' me down, an' me alone.

But if you think that's gonna make things easy, I think you boys got another thing comin'.

You want these belts? You're Goddamn well gonna earn 'em. Now, I ain't sayin' ya'll would have any qualms 'bout that. I don't doubt that you're comin' t' Stampede loaded for bear, ready for a fight, an' itchin' t' make a name for ya'selves at my expense...But that's the thing, man. I ain't up for that. I ain't here t' put up a game fight, make it rough on ya, an' let ya'll leave with what's mine. With what's OURS.

What WE earned.

What WE carried.

What WE deserve.

We were...an' are....The best Goddamn tag team walkin' this Earth. I still believe that, beyond a shadow of a damn doubt, an' fore long, there's gonna be some more proof of that fact. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna let these belts right here....the only embodiment of everythin' we accomplished, of everythin' we went through t' get t' this point...Go by the wayside.

Two on one...Hell, man. Wouldn't matter if it was three, or five, or 10. I wouldn't give a good Goddamn if the entire FGA roster lined up on the other side of that ring, dead-set on takin' these belts away from me....I'm comin' t' Canada t' make Goddamn sure that don't happen. I ain't comin' t' jus' give ya'll a good fight. I ain't comin' t' jus' make an appearance an' hand these belts over. I ain't comin' t' be no footnote in the start of no new legacy for Jackson and Valero.

I'm comin' t' dump you two motherfuckers on ya heads, an' leave Canada with 30 pounds of gold still in my fuckin' possession. This ain't gonna be no damn cakewalk. Good as ya'll may be becomin' as a team, much synergy as ya'll might have, ya'll ain't dealt with me before. Ask Luke 'bout me, Ricky. Ask him how dangerous I am when I'm focused on somethin'. When I got a goal in sight.

He knows. He knows damn well.

An' you're 'bout t' find out.

I'm comin' t' Canada as the FGA World Tag Team Champions. An' I intend on leavin' Canada as the FGA World Tag Team Champions. Where we go after that, I don't know. I ain't in charge 'round here. Maybe they take the damn things away from me anyway, I don't know. But I know this much.

If this shit is comin' t' an end, it's comin' t' an end on my terms.

My fuckin' terms.

Nobody elses.

We earned these. With blood, an' sweat, an' tears. We came t'gether as a unit, as a team, an' we conquered every sum-bitch they put in front of us. Believe it, don't believe it, we gave FGA World Tag Team Champions they could be proud of. We came in that way...

An' no matter what happens at Stampede...

...We'll go out that way.

Bring everythin' ya'll got up ya sleeve, boys. Come ready. Because I'll be ready. Ready an' waitin', an' there ain't gonna be a single inch of quarter for either of ya'll. Ya'll want these belts, you're gonna have to put me down t' take 'em, an' I ain't quite sure either of ya'll got the ingredients for it.

So here's your chance t' prove it.

Once an' for all. Plain an' simple. Come with everythin' ya'll got, or I swear t' God I will die cuttin' you fuckers down an' go t' my grave carryin' these. This ain't no easy pickins'. This ain't no coronation ceremony. This is war, an' if ya'll ain't ready for it?

Might as well not even show your faces.

Saturday Night, boys. Come ready t' show the world you deserve t' leave with these belts right here.

'Cause if you don't, you'll be leavin' in bodybags.

Whiskey Dex may not be here anymore, after all...but when it comes t' these belts, I'm still standin' here, an' I got every intention of doin' what we did best.

Saturday night, February 20th...

I Kill 'Em All.