You can't protect shit.

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Same old tragedy but I'm the only constant. The rest of you are re-casted, recycled, rinsed and repeat. I'm not special but I'm the only one wiling to play this part. The rest? You think you're special, but you're replaceable. Sooner or later, you'll find that out the hard way.

Never sacrifice your beliefs, your heart, your identity, or your worth for quick fame, shortcuts or the easy path.

Congratulations to ❄️Selena Frost❄️ for sitting my ass down for the ten. You've hurt my pride. You've earned my respect. But alas, you haven't stopped me... My reign of terror continues. The death march resumes. As long as I breathe, the world will suffer.

The media wanted to say that we stole a bit of each other's souls, but no, I simply exposed your beautiful lie. One day, I hope the mask slips completely off your face, shattering at your feet, so you can finally show the world the majestic monster lurking beneath.

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Yo Clyde Sutter would some originality kill you? You're the hundredth man to say such talk and you're going to be the hundredth man to fade to black. Just ask what happened the last man who tried to use my name. Oh wait, a dead man tells no tales.

Sometimes, it's better to let go. Admit your weaknesses, recognize your strengths. Fight to live another day. Survive always, even when it's not pretty.

Same old story...

Another man down.

I have one mission: protect my crown, the Supreme Championship Wrestling World Championship and punish those unworthy of it. I built this kingdom with my own sweat and blood. I will do whatever it takes to defend myself, chopping down those who try to usurp me even if that might mean beheading a pal

And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.

And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth: and unto them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power.

Our scratched-out eyes are blind to our lies. Our silvery tongues might be slick with spit, but words can never change that we're flies, aimlessly circling around this trash pit.

I admit, I screwed Starr over. I took delight in every second. The look in his face when he was denied his destiny.

This isn't about Syren. this isn't about CHBK. This is about Starr, and only him. You will understand everything soon enough, my friend.