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This Is My Story
There are four letters which flow through my veins, four letters which I will proudly represent long after I retire. Four letters that, in my mind, define wrestling in its purest fashion. We are not limited. We are not restrained. We are free to do as we please, and do it to the best of our ability. No Limits is a place where I finally found my dreams in, and it's a place I don't intend to let crumble to the ground.
Though our match won't have the very lives of either side on the line... a loss against you would deal a blow far too close for me to handle. There was a time, earlier in my career, where I failed a federation... and everything went downhill from there.
God damn it all, Galen, I will not fail again!
This is my story, and these are the pages which speak of my destiny. The title I wear proudly over my shoulder is a symbol of a life's worth of hard work finally coming to fruition, a dream once thought impossible becomming the possible. Without this title, I can still continue forward and be proud that I finally did what I set out to do, but without this federation? I can't do shit without the NLCW, Galen, and I will NOT let you take it from me!
So when you step into San Antonio, Galen, you're stepping onto OUR turf once more. You're stepping onto a battlefield you once fled from long ago, you're stepping into a war you once stood on the other side of, and you're going to be completely out of your element. You call yourself a King, Galen? What good is a king when his kingdom's on the verge of death? You can't stop us, Galen... and neither can any of your LCW friends.
The memory of the LCW will linger forever, but its presence shall soon be erased; and your status shall go along with it. Think you can handle that?
Like I said, this... is my story. It will go the way I want it to, or I'll end it here; and quite frankly, I'm not yet ready to come up with an ending. So hear these words, recognize their truth, and let them ring clearly through your head until the night comes where we step into that ring:
The King... is dead.