Hasha: They say that a man choses his own paths in life. I have chosen to be a champion. I have been a champion my whole life. My 12 World Heavyweight titles and 13 Tag Team titles are a testament to that.
Hasha: You should not have even been in the 3-way dance for the title. You didn't EARN that right. You didn't beat me. As far as I can see, Draka is the only one who actually earned his way to the title shot, but that is neither here nor there.
Hasha: As I see it, you are a false champion. You are a poser. You don't deserve to wear the belt you so proudly say you are entitled to. Count the days as precious, the days you wear that belt, for they are numbered. I'm back from my mission, and I'm ready to fight my way to the title.
Hasha: Let's see how you are in tag team competition, Schoolgirl. As fate would put it, we are both teamed with wrestlers we don't particularily care for. I'm pitted with some southern, fried chicken eating, country rock-a-billy wanna-be. You are pitted with an inexperienced, midget-loving cripple.
Hasha: Come this Monday at Carnage, you will feel what pain really is. This past Monday was only a taste of what kind of a beating you will endure. Mercy will not have a definition for you or I. I expect you to bring your "A" game, as I will bring mine.
Hasha: You will find out soon enough that talking isn't going to win this one for you. You come out spouting from the mouth every chance you get. A lot of words and hardly any skill. I have seen Geisha girls that can fight better than you. Maybe it is just as well. You'll go down quick and easy then, and not have to worry about breaking a nail or losing your lunchbox.
Hasha: It's easier to win a title than it is to keep one. You thought everyone was gunning for you before? Think again. You now have a mark on your head. That of the champion. Those marks are easily shed by lesser men. You may not give the XIWA strap up easily, but mark my words, you will, and it will be mine.