Gimme... Gimme a mic, GIMME A MIC! CUT MY MUSIC, CUT MY- CUT MY FUCKING MUSIC. ANON! ANON, YOU SON OF A BITCH, I KNOW YOU'RE WATCHING. I KNOW YOU'RE WATCHING WITH YOUR FEET UP ON THE COUCH, HOLDING *MY* BELT. THE BELT THAT I EARNED. EVERY DROP OF BLOOD, EVERY TEAR, EVERY BEAD OF SWEAT THAT I HAVE SHED, DAY IN, DAY OUT, FOR ONE THING -- THAT BELT. I CARRIED THIS COMPANY ON MY FUCKING BACK FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR, I MADE SURE THIS COMPANY HAD A STRONG, FIGHTING CHAMPION, SOMEONE TO DO THAT BELT JUSTICE. BUT YOU, YOU DON'T FUCKIN' GET IT. YOU COME IN WITH A FUCKING BRIEFCASE THAT YOU WERE HANDED ON A TECHNICALITY, YOU DIDN'T DO SHIT FOR IT, AND YOU WAITED TILL I HAD TO FIGHT THREE OTHER MEN, THREE OF THE TOUGHEST SONS OF BITCHES THIS COMPANY HAVE TO OFFER, TO CASH IN ON ME. I FOUGHT A FUCKING WAR, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? SIT ON YOUR ASS IN THE BACK? DID YOU AND ALL YOUR FAGGOT FRIENDS SUCK EACH OTHER'S COCKS AFTER YOU STOLE WHAT I EARNED? HUH? HUH? WELL GUESS WHAT, AS YOU SAW HERE TONIGHT, I PUT ALL THOSE FUCKERS IN THE DIRT, AND I GOT ONE LAST THING TO SAY. ANON, YOU'RE NEXT.