Dave - you and I have been through a lot together. I was here that first night, wrestling on the very first SEWF show, when this building was half empty. But on that night, guys like me showed everybody just how good the SEWF could be, and it grew into the monumental success it is today, thanks to you and your father.
And I don't think that I've ever appreciated that enough, and that's why, tonight, I offer you my apology Dave.
I'm sorry that I signed with the BsWo last year. I should never, ever have signed that contract, and when you and your dad restarted the SEWF, I should have torn the damn thing up and come back here, to the ShawPlex, where I belong.
I'm sorry that I didn't quit the BsWo as soon as Phil started his crap with you. You were my friend, and I should have stood up beside you from day one. I let myself get distracted by pointless sideshow feuds, rather than focusing on what really mattered - our friendship. For that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that when I finally did come home to the SEWF, I wasn't the real J.P. I felt sorry for myself and I let things get to me. I took it out on you, on Cline, and you didn't need that crap. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I questioned your friendship after Destroyer and Maldor jumped on me. That was completely unfair of me. I never should have done that. I put you in the middle of a bad situation. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't Maldor's fault, and it wasn't even Destroyer's fault. It was me. I deserved to get beat on back then. My head wasn't on straight, and everybody knew it.
And I'm sorry for what happened the night I left. What most of you don't know is that Maniac and I got into a fight in the back, a rather nasty knock down, drag out, brawl. We were tearing each other apart. I got the upper hand, and I handcuffed him to a railing and started beating the poor guy with my trash can. Dave here stepped in, because he's Maniac's friend as well, and I let my rage gain control...... I hit Dave that night.
Well, Dave, I'm sorry. I let things pile up and they fed my dark side. I didn't let you, or Jim, or anybody help me. I just got nastier and nastier. When I saw you lying on the floor that night, well it all kinda hit me. I had an epiphany, if you will, and I knew I needed some time off.
Two weeks ago, I woke up one morning and I had the weirdest feeling. It took me a long time to realize what that feeling was. I wasn't in pain any more. No more injuries aching day in and day out. It was the first time in two years that my body actually felt normal.
For the first time in two years, my mind, my body, and my soul are all healthy. I'm ready to be the real J.P. Blood again, the man who was your friend, the man who helped to build this federation, the man who will back down from no one. I'm ready to be a real Youngblood, not just an extra off screen. You've shown me a lot of respect Dave, and a lot of tolerance when I got out of line. You deserved a lot more from me in return, and now you're going to get it. Tonight, the Youngbloods are back, but this time it's for real. No hype, no false promises. I'm ready to follow this man to the gates of hell, or to Heaven, as the case may be. No one is going to stand in our way anymore. That's not a boast, that's just a fact.
I think I've said my piece. Care for your microphone, Matt?