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Fast forward to now. This is the biggest G1 ever, uh? G1 33, 32 people. Big pool. Couple of months ago... I was told I'm not in the G1. "Not enough for room ya". I gotta sit home even longer.
Until, what happened? A couple of Aussies, that shall remain nameless, made the office look like a bunch of fucking chumps. While they were too busy figuring out why the square block won't fit in the circled hole, they left to get the bag in an American company and I finally get the call about six weeks ago. "Congratulations, you're finally in the G1, you're welcome". Like you're doing me a fucking favor. Fuck this and fuck you.
Was it all worth it? David Finlay came up to me. He saw what I've been through and he started talking. He said "I see what you're doing, all this shit, it's all a gimmick, man. Join me, listen to me. Why wait and get what you want when you can just fucking take it?", so I sat on it for a little while, I had a long time, I had about six months to think about it. But you know what? What else was gonna do. Like a dog, I bit.
Look what fucking happened the second I stopped listening to the assholes in charge and did what I want. Now you think the future of pro wrestling is the "Reiwa Musketeers"? The three fucking wannabe fashionista douchebags that had everything handed to them on a silver platter while I sat at home like a god damn asshole with nothing to do? The future ain't there, man. The future is with the savages. The future is with the killers. The future is the Dead-Eyed Dreadnought Alex Coughlin, it's 100 Proof Clark Connors, it's War Ready Gabe Kidd, it's The Drilla Dan Moloney. It's the Rebel David Finlay. The wardogs are here, and I ain't doing this for this trophy. It don't fit in my in fucking bag, not in my carry-on. I'm doing this to show you that we're here to stay, and I'd like to see you fucking do something about it, cause they my dogs for real.
