I felt a rush of electricity run from the tip of my very toe, all the way up my leg, across my spine, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and my eyes flutter a bit.

Not because I hurt you. Not because I made sure that you knew who was boss. No...

Because that's when I knew you were finally succumbing to ME. 

You gave in to ME. 

You didn't just give in, Loco. You sat in your pad, wondering just far I was going to take it. You knew I wasn't giving up. You knew I wasn't going to cave in, I'm a stronger person than that... you're obviously not.

And that proves my point, doesn't it? You're not the same Loco Martinez you used to be. You're just, how'd I say it? 'A washed up, shell of your former self'. Yeah, that pretty much describes both members of Stellar Insanity.

Electricity, Loco. That's the shit that feeds a star when he's in the wrestling ring, when the millions... and millions... of YOUR fans are chanting YOUR name, all across the globe; when they're behind you in everything that you do...

When was the last time you felt electricity, Loco? The time you stuck a fork in a socket, just to prove how crazy you were? No. In TTW, EACH and every time you were out there. Now, Loco? Nothing. 

The fans aren't behind you anymore. You dicked them over. You fucked them like up and coming actresses trying to make a name for themselves. You fucked them... but not as much as you've fucked yourself.

Mentally, you're nothing compared to what you once were. NOTHING. You're a ball of putty, waiting to be molded again. 

I happen to be an artist, and I'll take that putty. I'll mold you again. You're obviously too fuckered to do it yourself, aren't you?

You are... and you're playing right into my hands, Loco. Right into them.

Electricity...

I promise you'll feel it again.