"Son, we've got a wrestling product that sucks balls, and these balls need to be kicked by men with standards. Who's gonna do it? You? You mouthbreathing Youtube commenters? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Dolph Ziggler
, and you curse the Cenation
. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That burying Ziggler, while tragic, probably saves pay-per-view buys. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves buys! You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at Xbox
Live parties, you want me on that vlog! You need me on that vlog! We use words like 'Kayfabe,' 'Mark,' 'Workrate'. We use these words as the backbone of a childhood spent loving wrestling. You use them as a punchline! I have neither the time or the inclination to explain myself to a mob who rises and sleeps demanding to know my every opinion on every goddamn thing in the world, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just say 'Thank you', and click on an ad along the way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a camera, and make a blogpost! Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!"