May God have mercy on my enemies, because I won't.

If you check out the back of my gigantic triceps, you'll see that I have this quote tattooed on it.

No, I didn't come up with this saying, as much as I wish I would've. This was said long before I was born, though I hear Jayzon Williamz mother was just about to have her first abortion when General George Patton said this in the sixties.

Patton was one of the greatest military strategists of all time, and he didn't believe in resolutions without conflict, but rather, through them. He didn't believe in mercy when it came to war. He didn't believe in taking prisoners or changing ideals. He believed that the only way to resolve a conflict was by completely annihilating your enemy.

I share this belief with him, and when it comes to annihilation, I can only think of one man: Jayzon Williamz.

This old motherfucker seems to think that he's got what it takes to compete with yours truly, a sentiment based on the fact that he's barely been able to beat the likes of Damien Bates and various other nobodies that I've either already beaten, or who I'd wipe my ass with if they ever dared to step into the ring with me.

Fuck everything that he's done in the past and look at what he's done since he's been back: he's beaten one of Aldrik's guys, and Centurion, and won the X-treme title in the process. The motherfucker then goes on to brag about the X-treme title as if it's anything more than a glorified paperweight. The X-treme title is the XWF equivalent of getting a trophy for coming in second place. It says, "Thanks for coming. Please stick around, because not everyone is main event and we need guys to open up for the people that actually matter."

That's you, Williamz. You're the motherfucker who's going to be opening up for me by the beginning of next month. Don't fool yourself into thinking that this mutual hatred of ours is going to amount to anything greater than one match between us. After I beat your ass the first time, that's it for you son. You get one shot at Ace Vincent, and after I beat the ash off your elbows, you can go back to competing against Gilmour, Zane, and Bates. That's where you belong, dude, and I know you're just dying to return.

This place is a steak with fat that needs trimming, and thankfully the first round of this tournament has begun to take care of that. The only thing that I find funny is that I got matched up with Dante Anglais, and everyone else on the roster had match up's easier than Jayzon Williamz sister. Fucking Centurion got Peter Gilmour, Steve Jason got one of the Ryan retards, and Jayzon Williamz got Damien Bates. Hmm, looks like someone is protecting the legends. Someone is protecting the guys who run around and talk about how much they respect eachother. They've all been baking a giant respect cake and are so busy eating it that they haven't noticed they're match ups are complete and total bullshit. These dudes run their mouths about how they're going to run this tournament. They talk about eachother with such adoration that I'm not sure if they're gearing up for a sex session or a fucking wrestling match. It's a fucking shame that I didn't get matched up with at least one of you right off the bat, because then I'd have been able to silence your fucking ceaseless fawning of eachother.

Make no mistake, people. I don't respect any of you. Not one of you. The two guys I respect in this business are retired, and if they decided to come back and try to compete with me, rest assured that any respect I have for them is going out the fucking window. Fuck respect. Respect is about as useful to me as an asshole on my elbow.

The popular opinion in regards to the XWF talent pool is that we're all pretty much on an even level, but I've always thought that just because an opinion is popular, doesn't mean it's not retarded. These are the types of thoughts that lead to Bush getting elected, rights being taken away from Gay people, and Arizona passing one of the most racist and bullshit laws in history. Popular opinion is proof that the majority of the human race is full of idiots.

Opinions are only popular because the weak follow the strong, and in the case of the XWF, everyone just wants to agree with the boss. See, it was Aidan Collins who first said that we're all on a level playing field. Well, why the fuck wouldn't he? He's the fucking boss. He's supposed to be fair, firm, and impartial. He doesn't want to tell Peter Gilmour that he has about as much chance in a wrestling ring as a midget does in a long jump contest. Gilmour would quit, and he'd be left with no opening act, and as we all know, you can't have a main event without an undercard. He can't tell Jayzon Williamz that he won't be able to hang with the top young talent in the fed, cause if Williamz wouldn't have come back, neither would Steve Jason, and now Bliz can milk those old motherfuckers for every penny they're worth. I'm surprised you idiots haven't realized that he's been protecting you. You're being booked against nobodies and each other because Bliz knows that once I get my hands around your frail, old necks, it's going to be curtains. He may as well make whatever money he can off of you while he can, then toss you to the curb once you've served your purpose. You think that you're actually going to be able to hang with me? You think that if you can hang with Zach Rizza, you can hang with Ace Vincent? You think that if you can hang with Centurion or Dynamic Dynamite, that you can hang with The Broad Street Bully? You're all going to find out that you're nowhere near the caliber of superstar that I am, and once you have to face me in the ring, I'm going to beat the fucking Geritol out of you bitches.

So everyone believes that the playing field is mostly level because Bliz said it, and his word is infallible.

Well there's one person in the XWF who doesn't believe that we're all on a level playing field, and his name is Ace Vincent.

Should I really believe that on any given night, the odds of me beating Dante Anglais are 50/50? If I believed that, I'd be a fucking loser, just like the rest of you. I'd be the guy who goes in there and gives his opponent respect, and comes out with a fucking loss. That's not how Ace Vincent rolls, bitches. I go in there and I know that I have a 100% chance of winning, and not only do I look for the win, but I look to injure my opponent. I'm not satisfied unless my opponent is leaving on a stretcher, and when it comes to my impending matchup with Palmer, a fucking hearse. Eventually, I'll get my hands on Williamz, and I'm not going to leave enough of him for them to carry out. They're going to have to shovel that motherfucker into a garbage can and roll his ass out of the arena and right into a shallow grave.

This week, I find myself staring down a new opponent. Anyone who's stared down RJ Palmer for a half a second know they're staring into the face of a rapist. We've got some creepy motherfuckers in the XWF, but last week this guy breaks down and starts crying in the ring because he found out his boyfriend was still alive or some shit. That's an entirely new level of weird, and I say that after having goat's blood dumped on me by Damien Bates.

Why the fuck do I keep getting matched up with these weirdos? Bates dumps blood on me after I beat his ass. Dante was probably going to try and set me on fire, just like he did to Emo a few months ago. What the fuck should I expect from RJ? Is he going to start crying during the match and blow snot rockets at me? Maybe I should dump a shit ton of kleenex on him, or throw a bucket of Johnson's No More Tears in his face and see if it helps the son of a bitch stop his weeping.

I already know what RJ's game is going to be. This kid is going to say that he beat my mentor, Drake Komodo, when the facts are that Drake broke his own arm defending the Universal Title the week prior to their meeting in a Hell In A Cell match with Peter Gilmour. RJ is going to claim that Drake was afraid and subsequently chose not to show up. Negative. Drake Komodo simply had nothing left to prove. He won the Universal Title, defended it a week later, and came away the victor. Not only that, he'd previously defeated RJ and his boy Emo two weeks prior to that, so why bother competing when he knew he'd defeat Palmer again? All RJ can claim is a win by default because he showed up for the match and Drake didn't. Drake won decisively, and pinned that motherfucker, so before he even tries to make that argument, allow me to point out how many holes are in it.

RJ is also a former World Champion, and had a title reign that was so insignificant, Centurion doesn't even remember how he won or lost the title. For real, I asked a ton of people backstage how RJ won the shit, who he won it from, and how he lost it and to who, and nobody had a fucking clue regarding any of it.

I'm sure you think that you deserve respect based on the fact that you won the World Title, but nobody even remembers your reign, bitch. You're just a name in a book now, with no legacy to speak of. If I cared that much about the facts, I'd go find the XWF Championship History Book, but real champions don't need to be looked up. Nobody looks up Blizzard to see what his accomplishments are. Nobody has to look up Drake Komodo to see that he's one of the most feared competitors of all time. You don't carry the reputation that champions like them do, in fact, you don't carry much of a reputation at all.

You are forgettable, Palmer. You're going to end up being just another name in that book that people look at, and when they come across your name, they're going to ask themselves, "Who the fuck is this?". Then they'll shrug and move on, and marvel over the other names on the lists.

Names like Ace Vincent, who's going to win the Universal Title on September 12th, just nine days after his 25th birthday.

That's right, bitches. Aidan Collins has set me up for success, and unknowingly given me the greatest birthday present of all: the easiest path possible to the Universal Title. Everyone else in this tournament is going to be squashed like a bug by yours truly. Jason Mudd doesn't stand a chance against me, he's a little bitch. Seriously, look at that guy. Am I the only one who sees him and thinks of Squeak from Baseketball?

Steve Jason is another story, and if you think I hate Jayzon Williamz, triple that amount, and you'll understand how much I hate SJ. If you cut through all of the bullshit like his legacy, his reputation, and his accomplishments, you'll find a guy who simply likes the attention that his countless returns bring him. He shows up, wrestles for two or three shows, and then quits. It's pretty obvious that he's a fucking narcissist. Every three or four months, the guy needs to show up to the arena, have Cent and the rest of the sheep in the back hug his nuts, and then ask Collins for an easy match, which he will inevitably win. He continues that trend for two or three weeks, then gets booked against an opponent who poses an actual threat, and quits.

But Ace, Centurion is an actual threat and SJ hasn't quit yet!

Lick my fucking nuts, random fan! Centurion poses about as much of a threat to Steve Jason in a wrestling match as Verne Troyer poses a threat to Shaq in a fucking basketball game. Besides, how is Centurion going to kick Steve's ass with his tongue already inside of it? Centurion has such a hard on for SJ that he's going to take up the first chance possible to lay underneath him. This is going to be less of a wrestling match and more of a gay porno.

So obviously, SJ is going to come out on top. And as much of a pussy as Jason Mudd is, he's going to walk right over that dipshit Dan Malcolm, so next week, you'll get to see what it's like when mediocrity clashes as Steve Jason takes on Jason Mudd.

No matter who wins out of those pieces of shit, they're going to have to face me, and we all know how that's going to go.

All I have to do is get past RJ Palmer and Jayzon Williamz. No easy task, right?

Wrong!

RJ is about to find out what it's like to be someone else's bitch. Seriously, I'm going to go out there and put a collar on him, then a leash, and I'm going to walk him around the arena on all fours, and treat him the same way all of the men in Australia have treated his mother over the years.

What does this dude bring to the table that I don't absolutely trump? I've got serious reach on him, I've got at least twenty pounds on him, and I'm obviously stronger than he could ever hope to be.

He's supposed to be fast, but I've seen Barney Green move faster. Of course, Barney was headed towards a Krispy Kreme, but that's not the point! He's supposed to be smart, but I heard he lost a game of Trivial Pursuit to QC Thug.

So if he's not stronger than me, faster than me, or smarter than me, how the fuck is RJ Palmer going to win this match?

The answer is obvious: he's not.

Unless I have a fucking heart attack in the ring and die, there is no way RJ Palmer beats me. Emo can interfere and I'll just whoop his ass too. Dante can interfere and I'll just knock him out again. Scwarzenegger can interfere again and pretend that he's not Gilmour, but that idiot is so fucking dumb that he did his own finisher to Dante last week. Gilmour, if you're going to mask your identity and attack someone, at least use a different move so people can't trace the act back to you.

What I'm saying is that it doesn't matter what RJ Palmer does, how he prepares, or what he brings to the table, because everything RJ Palmer does, Ace Vincent does better. RJ is just another stepping stone on my path to the top, and no matter how hard he tries, he's not going to be able to prevent me from walking all over him.

I told you that I'd destroy Bates. I told you I'd destroy Dante. You all doubted me, but the time is rapidly approaching in which you won't be able to doubt me anymore, because you can't doubt the man who holds the Universal Title.

The age of the legends is over, and the age of Philly's Finest is about to begin. I will not allow the likes of these has been's, wannabe's, and never were's to stand in my way. I will be ruthless. I will be unforgiving. I will spill your blood, break your bones, and leave you in a pile of your own shit if you try and fuck with me.

The Ruthless One has spoken, and his word is the truth.

Truth Until Death.