Steele is back, in the flesh.. Parts of me feel lighter, a part of me feels good but the twisted side still remains. I feel a void in my soul. I don't feel right but I have never felt right. Just another day in a different way. I still feel the anger inside, as I drink this last bottle I enjoy it, sip by sip. Rumples is on the way to save the day but it will be awhile before he gets here. I can't kill this bottle so fast. I must savor it. I need to sip my poison. Just like Gabriel told me to do. He wants to inject toxin in me but he fails to realize that I am toxic. There is nothing he could do to me that I haven't already done to myself. He wants to get in my head. That has already been done, its no achievement and it certainly won't make things easier for him.

Gabriel insinuated that my mother was to blame for how I came out. Ha! Yeah it would be nice to blame someone other than myself but at the end of the day the fact remains that I am a piece of shit. I chose my path. I accept what I chose. No one influenced me but me. He must be a proud man, he must be a young man. If not in age but at heart, if he wasn't he would know that we are to blame for the decisions we make. From my observations a young man tends believes that moments in life influence or make us do it. They don't make us, and they don't influence us. We make our decisions. Its all what is in our heart. Who we want to be is established in the mind. Our definitions of ourselves manifest within and influence us but we as humans pull the trigger, no one else but us. We pull that trigger with intentions of doing what we want. What we want is who we are. People can claim all they want that “Oh I was drunk, otherwise I wouldn't do that” or “I was angry when that happen, I lost control” but when it boils down to it. The thoughts came from within..

I enjoyed last Revenge. That was a fun match but I regretted the interference. I don't know why Reno and his lapdog Randall came out. Was it because they wanted to get a hold of Gabriel? Was it to screw the match up or was it to get to me? None of that matters now. The fact is they did. They came out and fucked everything up. Some might of thought I tucked tail and ran. That's ok, they can think what they want. I will explain it this way. They wanted him, they got him. Truth be told I haven't liked Gabriel since I came back. So I rolled out of the ring and let the sharks have him. I knew there would be another time that Gabriel and I would cross paths even if I had to set the path in motion. So I went to Big T and talked with him. I personally requested this match so we could get this back on track. Hell, I even went the extra mile and requested a hell in the cell match. I figured that would help set the mood, it might even curb a possible interference.

Last week, Gabriel had said that I sit on top of a throne that he had kept warm for what I guessed to be months. He wasn't to clear on the last part but just know that is how I interpreted his comment. In my mind he may have kept that seat warm but that is all he done. His heart wasn't there, in my mind, he didn't want the throne. After all he gave it up so easily. Honestly, he gave it up without a fight.. That is how much he wanted that throne. Times got tough and he vanished. I said months ago and I'll say it again. He was nothing but a world class chump. He can try to portray that he has the heart to come back and take this throne all that he wants. I know better, I know he doesn't want it more than me. If he did, he wouldn't of vanished into thin air when the former Elite champion was to take on the former World champion. That's all you are Gabriel, a former World champion. Last week after our match, I took it upon myself to give you a true shot at this throne. You have your chance. What are you going to do with it? Are you going to come fight? Or are you looking to drug me up more than I already am with your so called Toxin? Look down on me Gabriel, look up to yourself, it doesn't change anything. I am the champion and I have the heart of a champion. I am open to defending my title against anyone even if they don't deserve the shot. And yes, you don't deserve this opportunity, you should have to work your way up the ladder but fuck it man, you got it. Come take this throne if you can chump...

Last week, you wanted to send a message, and now I have sent you have mine. A hell in the cell match for the world title. I am not scared of you Gabriel and you haven't got under my skin the slightest. You need to dig deep, very deep to get under my skin son. I'll help you put myself down any day of the week but at the end of the week, I'll still put you face first into the ground. And at the end of it all, I'll have a drink to wash it all away only to get ready for another day.

A message to the others that might want to get involved. Last week, I let you have your fun. I didn't interfere, I just left. This week is my week. This week is my title defense against a chump that deserves nothing more than what he got last week but I'm telling you all now. Stay out of it this week. I won't walk away. And with that said, you have been warned..

With that thought I hear a knock on the door. I get up and walk over to the door. Instantly I open the door to see Rumples standing there with two fifths of Jack Daniels. The scene slowly fades out..