To my partner:

[Charlie Jericho]

You've tested my patience for the last time. I'm done allowing you to run my life. You will tell me how to find him and if you don't I will absolutely destroy you next week.

Consider yourself called out, old man. Name the match and I'll be waiting.

- Charlie

[G]

Those in your condition generally don't have much patience, so this comes as no surprise. That you think I run your life does. I suppose when you make all the wrong choices, you decide to cast blame on someone other than yourself. It seems as if I am this target.

You can call me out, and I'll accept your challenge in the Push match. But be warned, win or lose, I'm not under any obligation to tell you anything. Besides, even if I did tell you, your drug induced stupor would not allow you to recall the information. But of course, your flavor of the week boyfriends might be inclined to recall it for you.

You may consider me old, harlot, but I'm not so old that I can't put you straight.

-G