Michael, you got lucky when Lance saved you that day—'cause if he hadn't, you wouldn’t be standing here now.
You ran your mouth about my kid, thinking words don’t carry weight, but I was ready to teach you otherwise. Keep the facts straight, Michael—face it, you’re just a bitch. I eat chumps like you for breakfast, so who the hell are you trying to fool?
Listen up, Michael, ‘cause class is in session, and today’s lesson is reality. This ain’t AI—this is me, straight from my mouth. You’re lucky Lance stepped in when he did, 'cause that day, you were about to die.
Prison doesn’t scare me—not when it comes to putting down my wife’s rapist. A manslaughter charge? I would’ve worn that like a badge of honor. But by sheer luck or fate, Lance knocked you out before I could finish what I started.
And what did you do after? You kept running your mouth, spreading lies, saying Lance saved me. But let’s get it right—ask anyone who was there. I wasn’t going down. I wasn’t losing. You were the one on the floor, you were the one taking the fall.
And now? Now you sit there embarrassed, trying to twist the truth to save face. But look at yourself—what are you even trying to protect?
A rapist. A coward. And a so-called fiancé who ain’t nothing but a cheating, lying whore. You like to beat on her too, right? Yeah, you two deserve each other—both pathetic, both weak, both twisted beyond repair.
Truth is, Michael, I don’t even care if you show up or not. This wouldn’t be a fight; it would be a beating so severe the whole world would feel it.
Last time I saw you, I saw the fear in your eyes. And that’s all I need to know. You ain’t a man—you never were. You’re just a bitch in disguise.