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Mercadier de Leon, Mercadier de Leon, Mercadier de Leon.

You're disappointing. I told you that if you were going to open your mouth to have something worth saying to me. Instead you don't even have the decency to pull your head out of your ass.

I actually have to apologize. Apologize to myself - a version of myself. Because Target Smiles does not deserve to be called weak when these are the mentalities around these parts. The weakness to ignore the threat of an enemy-to convince yourself that you are too great for concern-is pathetic. To rely on pointing to failures as if failure is not a precursor to success.

Target Smiles is not as capable as me, he is not willing to go where I will go, he is inferior to the Saint before you, but he was never so weak to tremble in the face of failure. That is a weakness that I find unworthy of life. Which is exactly why none of you people deserved the altruism and affection of Target Smiles. None of you whiny, self righteous worms deserved a champion of the world who looked at all the flaws and pain in the world with a smile on his face ready to overcome. So, instead you get me.

Mercadier de Leon, let me ask you this. If I am such a pathetic failure, and so far below you, tell me why I beat you once before in a lesser state? You relied on brutality to put me away after YOU failed to step to my mask! When it went hold to hold, Target Smiles proved you couldn't hang with me!

Congratulations for recognizing that the mask wasn't going to allow me to commit the crimes against humanity I would today. So kudos there, you cracked that code. Now I'm back, as violent as ever, and you've convinced yourself that you're done!? No new innovation, no new game plan, and you think that will lead to anything but a loss?

Everyone calls ME delusional but it seems like I'm the only one who doesn't run from reality. I don't pretend I have never failed or never lost.

I don’t pretend like this back and forth is about the market of ideas and not a wrestling match. I don’t hold seminars like I’m presenting to a room full of shareholders the calculations of me winning a match after crying and moaning that Tomi Venus cheated by using a wrestling move in a wrestling match to pin my shoulders to the mat: One. Two. Three.

I also don't pretend like it's normal for demons to go around possessing people into making poor fashion choices, but we have Kasey and his female accomplice acting like I'm being unreasonable and evil for that.

Y'all call ME a narcissistic nut job? Acting like I'm the aggressor after you kept poking your nose in MY business? So you throw stones in my direction and get mad at me when I beam you back? So much so that you need your Mommy Bianca to come back you up and tell the mean man to leave you alone AFTER she herself continued to perpetuate the narrative that I didn’t “earn” my way into a match because of you! Which is only more evidence that you were putting on an act to fuck on me and damage my credibility!

But cry some more to that dumb broad! Acting like this is a schoolyard dispute and not a fucking fight! You better wake up dummy, because both of you crybaby nerds are gonna get your wigs split!...

No, don’t get sidetracked.

Back to my target, Mercadier de Leon. It turns out Mercadier and Kasey Kash are two sides of the same coin. So I'll tell you the same thing I told him.

Everyone has problems. Everyone experiences loss and failure. But while Kasey sits here crying about it in front of everyone he's supposed to be throwing hands with, you just want to pretend you're immune.

But were you so immune to failure when I was taking your Prodigy Championship from you? No, but you rose above and found what you could do about that. Now I've cut off that avenue to you besting me, so now what? What are you going to do!? Because I'm telling you right now that ignoring my step up isn't going to save you! Trying to simply dismiss me isn't going to make me go away if you beating me within an inch of my life didn’t!

I am disappointed in you… I respected the fact that you were able to change the game in our Prodigy series and put Target Smiles down, and put him down for good. I respected that you showed an ability to adapt to your opponent and get the better of him after he beat you. That's the type of challenge I was expecting, but what have you offered me here?

Saying you'll take everything you love from me? I have no meaningful worldly possessions to lose. What do you expect to take? The Nine who you also dismiss? They are high above us. Both our arms are too short to reach.

You'll turn me into a martyr? That's fine! Kill me! If you do, I'll respect it! You think I fear death!? To die on my sword for the Nine above? That's an honorable death! But I don't believe you can do it, because you already failed once!

Again, this is the difference between you and me. You're sitting here talking about loss and failure as though they are demonic clouds chasing you down, but you're special because you believe you can outrun them. These things that you fear, or would fear if not for your arrogance, are just part of life to me. That makes me more dangerous than you and that makes me a stronger contender in this match. I have no fear of loss, of failure-I am free to do whatever it takes and make any sacrifice to see you bleed.

Hit me with chairs, mangle me in barbed wire, break my bones, tear my muscles, rip my skin, set me on fire, I am no stranger to any of it… I have survived all of it… Then the people in this match treat me like that makes me weak? That’s like thinking you’re better at swimming with sharks than someone who has survived countless shark attacks.

A match like this requires a bit of failure to see Conquest at the end of the tunnel. Everyone, go ahead and speak up again about how I failed in the Chamber of Valor like I didn’t walk away painted in another man’s blood. Visibly showing that I embraced what the match was about. You all think that makes me a joke? I MUST be crazy because all of you are acting like we aren’t going to be fighting.

You’re all chasing a carrot at the end of a stick. Talking about wins and losses and what it will mean for your stat sheets.

I’m hoping some of you die here, just like Kasey’s relationship to his kids after his fetish exploration. I want Mercadier specifically to DIE in that Colosseum. You people call me crazy and call me insane and delusional as though this is an academic debate and not the lead up to a match where the crazy, insane, delusional hobo that some of ya’ll called me is going to be carving your face up and making you bitches cry even more than you are now!

Mercadier, you are walking into this match NEEDING to win so you can hold that World’s Heavyweight Championship, I'm walking in to taste your blood and anything else is just a bonus! Because true confidence is knowing I'm gonna hold that gold regardless. I'll also promise you this, if you do manage to slip past me and use this occasion to go on and become Champion, let's talk about the elephant in the room. Last time you thought you killed me, I came back. And the first time you won singles gold, who was the first man to rip it out of your hands and leave you with nothing? Time is a flat circle my friend.

You may genuinely not fear me. You may believe you can easily vanquish me and ride off into the sunset. THAT is what delusion is. Because I WILL hold that World’s Championship one day, but Mercadier can NOT escape me.

No matter how high up on that mountain he goes, that arrogant prick thinks I can't, or won't, follow him.

Why would I not follow you when only one of us is afraid to stop breathing? Only one of us loses sleep over losses. Losses in the eyes of a body governed by pussies who officiate because they aren't built for this. I am not going to be crowned Champion, I'm going to take it by force. Wolves do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep, so why would a fighter be concerned with the opinion of a bystander?

I am only concerned with the Glory of Nine, and to live my life to suffer for their pride. To drag myself through the pits of hell to stand on that mountain top for their eyes to see me as worthy. A reason to not only live but succeed. A reason that is greater than any other.

This is not me trying to start a cult. I don't need weak followers. I'm not acting as though I am God, though I won't act like I haven't in the past. Today I acknowledge I'm a man. A man seeking glory that I don't wish to share with anyone else.

Not because I am God, simply because I am greater. Proven by the fact that I simply speak the truth about myself and you all find it too unrealistic to believe.

It wouldn't matter regardless. Many of my enemies boast about how little they know about me, then try to dismiss me with the confidence of an expert. If they knew anything they'd know how many people got butchered with those assumptions. Maybe I'm not a God, but I am pulling the greatest trick of the Devil without even trying.

Because the man who has at least some sort of technical win over some of the loudest people in this match, held singles championships around the world, mentored wrestlers with less talent than me to becoming World Champions, came back from near death multiple times, and proved last time I was locked in a cage that I’ll never leave without the flesh of an enemy… That guy is nowhere to be seen in their eyes.

Just some joke who ended up here by accident. Well judgment day is coming, and ignorance won’t save you.

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