What Stinky Owes This House

I have been standing in main events, putting in honest work, and the results of late have not reflected the labor -- I will grant that plainly, without ceremony, because the truth costs nothing and I do not trade in comfort.

What I will not do, Stinky, is stand inside this territory and listen to a man carry on about somebody's mother like that is a contribution to anything -- like that is a stake planted in the ground, like that is a claim staked on this worksite by a man who earned the right to speak.

You walked in here and opened your mouth, and what came out of it was noise dressed as provocation. The audience in this house is owed a return on their attention. You offered them nothing but a name and a cheap gesture. That is not competition. That is not work.

I lost to The Ghost of Death By Me in two rounds in a title bout. I remember every second of it. I do not pray about it, I do not make excuses for it, and I do not come to the feed looking for sympathy. I come to settle debts.

You will be the settling, Stinky. That is all you are to me right now.