You are so hasty to paint me as some grand villain in your story, Captain. You, and everyone else, so you’re going to have to get in line. I have the world at my throat already, so you and your tides aren’t going to make a difference in this plight the universe has against me.
I haven't forgotten what you did to me, Teeks. I haven't forgotten that you cost me the singles match at Wembley. It's been almost a year and I think about how in such a key moment of my life, you betrayed me.
Mark my words, Teeks. The tide is rising against you.
If you added some variety to the conversations you start with me and did more than corner me about how cruel I am to Mambo, how I’m ruining his life and your life and, hell, why not everyone’s life, I wouldn’t mind so much.
Okay, Jackson. What did you want Mambo and I to do? Not chase after the opportunities afforded to us after years of pouring blood, sweat, and tears into that company? Into this entire scene? There is nothing stopping you from tagging along, apart from your own ego.
You’re complaining about it being cold; why do you think that is? How many blankets do we have to sit under while we pretend this is a perfectly insulated home with perfectly functional heat?
It’s not about power. It’s simply about being given the respect that we are due as two of the hardest working men on this scene. We have given it all, we have given our all to the fans, to the sport, to every single promotion we have worked with, and now we are simply asking +
to me, because even if I was dead, it was better than being powerless.
I know how this business can treat people like is, TK. I know you feel like you've lost power. But this is...I...