"I'M MISTER MRSA!" A word from the bible of my mouth... "It's been four long months since I stepped into this ring with a purpose. That's over 120 days, that's over 2880 minutes, 172800 minutes that I've spent reflecting on what decisions I made that brought me here. Did everything go down as planned? To an extent it did, but success can only last so long you when have what we had, that was obvious from the beginning. What we had was three or four guys who were willing to do anything to get their spot here at the expense of any other man whether they called him 'brother' or 'cousin' or 'pal' or whatever. Oh, and I say three or four because let's face it - there was a few others who just jumped the bandwagon because we were the 'it thing' and once that dawned me The Cure was already doomed. The cancer which I so whole heartedly despised infected my group and rendered us as just another fixture. I'm not just sure another fixture and if we couldn't survive together I decided to put the lot out on your backs like the little sick piggys that they were and still are. From that moment on, the legacy of The Cure came to an outstanding halt. Aids, you can stand here and can call me your friend or you can tell the truth and say that we both exploited each other for our benefit and that is a fact. The only difference is that you stopped benefiting me while I continued to benefit you. My dream of us as equals fighting to ring in a new world order died shortly after Jwab started selling 'The Cure' t shirts and headbands from his van ... The Cure deserved to die, but to die not by some "Crusade" made out of the title division rejects or some corporate asshole who seemed like he never understood a thing around him, I wouldn't give them the god damn satisfaction. I had to make The Cure fall down before my very eyes, I had to watch the people that I brought up to my standards and my way of living struggle when Uncle Georgie just didn't show up on game day. I had to let it happen because if there was only one thing that killed The Cure it was always going to be my ego above any other ego! None of you who were in The Cure can say that you weren't thinking the same damn thing that I was all along, but you just didn't have the manhood to do it like I did. And let me tell you, as beautiful as it was to create The Cure, watching its demise from a far while my so-called 'compadres' drowned in the lack of my guidance was even better haha ... I don't regret it for a minute and I hope every single one of you know that! And to wind this down because quite frankly I am sick and tired of giving you guys the attention. There's only one reason that I'm here and if you haven't figured it out by now get with the frickin' programme - I am take out The Cure for good. I'm gonna hunt down every low life wannabe ass kisser that talked shit behind my back, but would still kiss my bare ass in my presence and make them pay for making me kill The Cure. The hit list is out, "mi compadres". Georgie Boy is coming to town..."