@firestarter
I have to admit Rider, you've gotten quite a bit of fluster left in you.
But I'm afraid the basis for your...
Oh what the heck, let's call it an argument.
Is wildly, wildly off the mark.
You're already down the rabbit hole and you haven't even seen it coming.
You see Rider, there was only one way that this was ever going to end.
Your broken.
Twisted.
Body laying, barely at the edge of existence.
The pristine glare of the stage lights swirling barely beyond your consciousness.
Bloodied.
Bruised.
Beaten.
The only question was how.
You see Night Rider, if I were just here to win I could have walked away long ago.
I could have dropped the microphone and left you to your ding dongs.
Nuh-uh.
I have no interest in such petty tactics.
There is no honor in a meaningless win.
There is no victory in fighting a weak opponent.
But since you couldn't be lured by greed...I've played off your anger.
Face it Night Rider, there's not a soul alive who was expecting you to even put up a fight.
And you wouldn't have.
If not for me.
Let me make one thing clear.
You may not like the Internet belt, but when it comes to this title?
I make the rules.
I set the stakes.
I. Own. You.
And you can try to play it off, Rider.
To act like you actually started trying out of your own volition.
But anyone who's reading this can tell.
You're nothing but a puppet, Rider.
So go on, get madder.
Get furious.
Get Pissed.
Just.
Like.
I.
Asked.
