"Curiouser and curiouser!" Cried Alice.
(She was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).

- The funny thing about all this. I really don't have to fire the first shot like I've always done. My word is law. My word is studied. There was a backstage committee on what denomination of Christianity I followed. For a straight month after my "unfortunate mishap" in the Continental, people watched the tape endlessly over and over again to try and find a "hole" in my game. Expectations are always way too high because I've always done nothing more than exceed them.

- I simply exist, and that's either a problem or an inspiration to ninety-five percent of the AOWF roster.

- And that's all I really need to say.

- But I'll elaborate, 'cause I have style.

"Now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!"
(for when she looked down at her feet they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off).

- And I've got grace too. But I'll wait three months until I display that. My partner is the picture of perfection, Lisa Seldon. She's had to put up with a lot over the last week concerning her match for the AOWF Television Title and her opponent – a weakling who's not taking his match with the guy on my payroll seriously enough. She's been told that she acts like me too much. And the person telling her that is wrong, and baths in a pool of hypocrisy. Lisa doesn't need my help fighting that battle.

- She needs my help in winning this one for her. And I will. Don't worry. I'm your perfect hero for one night despite your poor choice in a husband. I never liked Jake, his mother dresses him funny.

"Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears?
I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you:
you must manage the best way you can—but I must be kind to them," thought Alice,
"or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go!
Let me see. I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas."

- Nightstryker, you're my Liberty World Heavyweight Champion. I need a World Heavyweight Champion. My fed needs something to achieve and aspire to. I can't sit with a vacant belt. I can't rest the title on a paper champion. And I can't afford to have the title stuck on a nothing man.

- So if I decide to break your arm at this little event, know that I'll immediately strip your title and have four different members of the Swifkicky family in a battle royal for it. They make up for their lack of talent with pure Irish heart. Something you've never had. Irish or not.

- You were given an unheard of opportunity in the last iteration of Liberty Wrestling. And you screwed it up. You could have been family. We've opened our doors to four other people in the last ten years. That's the number four. That's it. And you missed the boat. I remember that. And that's going to be a problem for you.

And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. "They must go by the carrier,"
she thought; and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet!
And how odd the directions will look!

- And Lee – is there a point where you'll actually get over yourself? Or at least get over something? One significant title reign. One failed marriage. One ousting of a former Charm. One last name. They can add up. Hell if you use the same kind of higher math scientologists do – you may even garner a large enough to be worthy of some praise. But… but… but… well, you know what's coming.

- I'm Jeffery Drake.

- And you're trying to impress me. You'll deny it. But everyone else without blinders will confirm it. You're trying to impress me. Sure, everyone is in a way – but you're doing it with bells on. Big old fucking bells that could challenge a gothic church and wake up those mysterious organisms NASA just found on Mars.

- And I'm here to tell you, stop. Give up the battle. I'm back. I'm the Charm. I'm the man. I remain the constant.

- My talent developer and lead recruiter summed you up perfectly.

- G'luck second fiddle. You'll need it.

Oh, dear! What nonsense I'm talking!

- And a special message to the rest of you out there… step back and think about your profession for a moment. Think about how serious your take things to heart. Think about your paycheck. And think about what's at stake every night you step in the ring.

- Then remember that all that can be taken away from you in an instant. Whether you're a college-going brat trying to figure out the opposite sex. Whether you're a broken down spouse wondering why you tied the knot so early in life. Whether you're the jealous-type who gangs up with others to try to bring a standout back down to your level or if you're in your prime, and you just don't know how to correctly access it. All of you are potential victims until you give in and accept your position.

- Not everyone's a main event.

- I'm who I am because of what I've done and how I've done it.

- No one else is a Jeffery Drake.

- If you're going to study me, if you're going to write an essay on me – that's your intro, thesis and conclusion right there.

- ALWAYS imitated. NEVER duplicated.

- And if you think there's a fault in my reasoning… your world of nonsense will just keep growing until it has no choice but to burst.

- 'night.