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The BBWrestling.com exclusive soon would reveal the newest ally to Freakshow, Jake Roman, leaning against the wall with his hand serving as a tent over his mouth. He was hiding his malevolent grin from his recent actions done to Salem Croft. After a chuckle, Jake put his hands in his jacket pockets and looked down towards his feet to begin his reasoning.
"You know... I never claimed to be a saint..." Jake began before raising his head towards the camera to continue. "but I'm a goddamned hero if I ever met one. It was on the other side of that fence-" Jake motioned to his left, right before the camera shifted that direction to show the goal posts behind the fence, as well as a playground and brick buildings further in the distance. The camera would then shift back to the Kid. "-that I found out I was a true warrior. A true man, a true fighter in every sense of the word. This kid named Josh... Josh something, I dunno... his mom was the yard duty at my elementary school, and everyday, this fat ******** would pick on me. Shove me down into the ground and wouldn't let me get back up until he got bored. Every time I went to talk to Maddy, Josh would come and give me a wet willy or pull my pants down and get away with it. Every - single - ******** - day, he had this mentality of Josh gets what Josh wants. He got an extra recess everyday, he achieved everybody's fear, he even got to share his first kiss with that Maddy slut. Well, I shouldn't say slut, she was ten years old and had some daddy issues, but I guess that makes the foundation of every broad nowadays. But Joshua... y'see Joshua never really fought for any of those things. He didn't have to make any sacrifices, or wait months to earn his badge, he was handed them. He just felt entitled to that fear, that recess, that whore, and well -- Josh gets what Josh wants. That wasn't until reality broke his leg and made him wear dentures from sixth grade until the day he died."
With a cold stare, Jake shot daggers into the souls of each of his viewers and -- more importantly -- his target audience member, Salem Croft. "You see, Salem, you are no different than little Joshua. Other than the fact that your last breath can come at any minute, you're no different than a self-entitled bully. You think you're the best this business has to offer... you think that you can win a few fluke matches and have your past few victories serve as miracles in disguise, even though these fans have given you this reputation of wrestling's gold standard. So much so... that you must be thinking... 'that Jake Roman kid? He's a dork. He's got no title reigns, he's young, and he doesn't know what he's getting himself into.' Well you can try to push your weight around my friends, and my peers, but the furthest you're gonna get is try! You're going to brush me off your shoulders and think that Salem gets what Salem wants until reality hits you SQUARE IN THE FACE WITH THE BOTTOM OF ITS BOOT... It's real basic stuff. All you gotta do is realize that you're facing a man who has lived his life off of overcoming the odds... and I have fought for everything I have earned in this life. Now I'm gonna make you do the same, only so I can watch you be choked at the hands of defeat. This is an uphill battle, Salem... and it's such a shame that you chose to die on it."
