Even if I won the fight, I can't resist thinking that I once been wounded. I always seek for revenge because nothing comes out of mere victory unless a blood has been shed. Your opponent may be at ease even though he accepted his loss and applauded you as a victor. I won't accept that even in your victory, the loser just stands along the road as you walk. The loser needs to be on his knees, regretting the the act he once did. The loser must be in agony. I want to hear the sweet scream of his remorse. I want to see his pain and being sorry to what he did.
Each time the story is being recalled, a bullet is always loaded, the blade is always sharpened and tucked in to its sheath, and plots were made. No victory ends without a sweet revenge to your opponent. I will not accept victory alone unless I made my revenge, for it will make me a lesser man if I won't... You took one, I'll take a dozen... You should know who you are messing with... Expect the unexpected... Expect the me as an incubus of your nights... Good luck that I will not find you....
