Dear TNA light operator. How are you? I am fine. I hope this evening finds you well. No, wait. I don’t. I hope you are violated in as many sick and perverse ways as is possible.Your sheer incompetence in aiming a CENSORED light boggles the mind. You saw fit to blind me every chance you got and well, you managed to destroy my faith in TNA more than anything Vince Russo could ever do. Congratulations are in order I think. Why you thought that you should aim your light at the audience instead of the ring is beyond me but hey, I’m not bitter. No, on the contrary. I feel that you are a credit to your kind everywhere. I mean, where else can a brain dead CENSORED like you get to mess with people and not get your ass kicked? If I had my way; I would force you at gun point to strip down, cover your balls in honey and then tea bag a fire ant hill so that you do not contaminate the world with the product of your retardosperm. I like to think that you got chewed out after the show because you using your light during the Booker T - Robert Roode match caused Booker to botch several times. Knowing TNA though, you were probably promoted to head light operator.

In closing, dear light operator. I hate you and hope you die a painful and light filled death at the hands of well, anyone. I’m not picky.

Love,
Shaun