All I’m doing is informing you that no one is running or hiding from you, old man. So keep on
‘Honing your craft’ over there.
I’ll be over here, WILLINGLY WAITING for you.
If I see your bald ass wandering around the backstage area or the parking lot, I won't hesitate to return the favor.
I could be anywhere, lurking in the shadows from here on out.
So you'd better keep your head on a swivel.
Again with the "never heard of you" trope. You really are as unoriginal as I've been told you are.
Last time I checked, you don't book the matches around here. My boss— YOUR boss makes them.
There are no bigger issues than me. At least work wise.
That's funny. I never even heard of you before Sunday.
But I've never been one to run or hide from a challenge, Wulfric.
You want to face me one-on-one?
All you had to do was ask.
But since you decided to make things personal between us, I’ll give you what you want. First, I have a much bigger issue to deal with this weekend that I need to take care of.
Always the go to. "From behind, this. From behind, that."
It doesn't matter how I come at you, Ryder. I will dismantle you piece by broken piece.
While you're making friends and posing shirtless, I'm ACTUALLY honing multiple crafts. I am the worst possible outcome for you.
Lots of talk coming from a guy who needed to attack me from behind to gain the upper hand.
The next time we cross paths, you'd better pray it's not face-to-face, ‘Dean.’
Either way, I have a receipt coming your way.
Be careful what you wish for, Wulfric.
Maybe I'll strangle you with one of my shirts and take a selfie of your lifeless, unconscious carcass afterward.