Post by khardaway on Feb 13, 2009 4:41:32 GMT -5
See, i've already answered every single question that the fans and the stupid WCF marks want to know, so why the hell are you waving a fucking camera in my face? Huh? Want me to say something? Now that I know who my opponent is? Is that what you want, huh? You want me to talk about my competition at XIII? Who very damn well I could possibly be facing? Do you want that? Do you want the WCF redneck smarks to fucking see this, huh? Very well.
It doesn't matter though, because i'm cannon fodder for this crowd at XIII. I'm nothing more than a piece of meat who's walking into a slaughterhouse. You think that Cena guy walking into a power hungry ECW fanbase was bad enough. The bitch ain't seen nothing yet. Wait until my music hits. I'm a dead man. They're going to love seeing me get thrown onto a bed of nails...or getting dollar bills stapled to my body...or just getting my body mangled up as it is...they're going to either eat it up or jerk off to it and jizz buckets all over their imaginary girlfriends, whichever one suits you all best. Face it, they don't want me here. They think i'm some kind of martyr who whines and cries home to mommy because of somebody not getting what they wanted. Far from it. We just live in a world full of stupid idiots, that's all. And backstage politics can be a bitch.
Because face it...yeah, I was the shit. And it ate everybody up inside like a flesh eating bacteria. Nobody liked me as champion, everybody wanted me dead. Yet, night in and night out, I kept killing bitches to keep the ship afloat. And you know what happens? Somebody tries sinking the ship purposely.
But i'm getting ahead of myself. Pretty damn sure everybody wants me to shut the fuck up right about now. Nope, not going to do it. I don't need to shut up. I don't need a talking down to by this scum of the world known as the WCF.
It would be amazing though for me to come in, to come into XIII...Corey Black's personal playground, and win this whole damn thing just to piss him off even more. Because i've done enough of that as it is. Believe me, the man hates me like no other. He wishes I would just fall into a volcano. Guess what...ME TOO! I wish somebody would throw a bucket of acid into his ugly face, mess up his poser looking clothes, and have his face go all Ark of the Covenant on our asses. It'd be the greatest thing in the world. It ain't going to happen though. It's not.
Well guess what.....
SPOILER ALERT!!! SPOILER ALERT!!!
COREY BLACK'S WINNING THE WHOLE FUCKIN' THING!
It's his show, it's his playground...he even probably even books the motherfucker from the back. I know how it's all going to fold out. Somehow, someway i'll defeat that worthless fuck, Johnny Craven by some fluke. Corey will beat Rick Mad. So, in the second round...Kevin Hardaway vs. Corey Black Creeping Whatever. Believe me, he didn't pick names out of a hat, he saw I signed up and wanted to do this OH SO BAD! It's going to be booked so that he flat out destroys me, I don't get a piece of offense in, he manhandles me, staples more dollars to my body than a Class C stripper, and wins the match.
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!!
After the bell rings, he's going to hurt me some more, then he's going to reach into his pants, pull out my supposed "paycheck" for this tournament that I said I was only here for and tear it up, telling me, "You're not going to earn a fuckin' penny, dammit." Then, he'll laugh, and he'll keep this in his memories for the next 40 years when he has nothing else better to do, just like he did back at GWC with this damn company.
Then he'll win the thing in glorious fashion and a big giant goth orgy will transcend in the middle of the ring. And then we get to see Creeping Dillhole vs. Torture for the 503,458,593,650th time. See, I thought WCF was supposed to gather in some of the new talents, to showcase that more people can hang...yet, we see the same damn feuds, and what...A FUCKING SNOWMAN! Excuse me, a fucking guy in a fucking snowman costume. Seriously? Then we have somebody who is a has been, a never was, and a sexist who sent Brad Kane crying home to his cuntrag wife. Ok, i'll admit that was HILARIOUS!
Fuck, why did I agree to do this shit? Maybe I thought a moral victory was in order for me. HERE? What kind of pot was I smoking during this time? And where can I get some more.
Oh well, i'm done. I don't care about the rest of the competitors. They don't mean shit anyways. Just wanted to throw out some ol' school K-Hard shit.
EAST SIDE, MOTHERFUCKAS! PEACE!
It doesn't matter though, because i'm cannon fodder for this crowd at XIII. I'm nothing more than a piece of meat who's walking into a slaughterhouse. You think that Cena guy walking into a power hungry ECW fanbase was bad enough. The bitch ain't seen nothing yet. Wait until my music hits. I'm a dead man. They're going to love seeing me get thrown onto a bed of nails...or getting dollar bills stapled to my body...or just getting my body mangled up as it is...they're going to either eat it up or jerk off to it and jizz buckets all over their imaginary girlfriends, whichever one suits you all best. Face it, they don't want me here. They think i'm some kind of martyr who whines and cries home to mommy because of somebody not getting what they wanted. Far from it. We just live in a world full of stupid idiots, that's all. And backstage politics can be a bitch.
Because face it...yeah, I was the shit. And it ate everybody up inside like a flesh eating bacteria. Nobody liked me as champion, everybody wanted me dead. Yet, night in and night out, I kept killing bitches to keep the ship afloat. And you know what happens? Somebody tries sinking the ship purposely.
But i'm getting ahead of myself. Pretty damn sure everybody wants me to shut the fuck up right about now. Nope, not going to do it. I don't need to shut up. I don't need a talking down to by this scum of the world known as the WCF.
It would be amazing though for me to come in, to come into XIII...Corey Black's personal playground, and win this whole damn thing just to piss him off even more. Because i've done enough of that as it is. Believe me, the man hates me like no other. He wishes I would just fall into a volcano. Guess what...ME TOO! I wish somebody would throw a bucket of acid into his ugly face, mess up his poser looking clothes, and have his face go all Ark of the Covenant on our asses. It'd be the greatest thing in the world. It ain't going to happen though. It's not.
Well guess what.....
SPOILER ALERT!!! SPOILER ALERT!!!
COREY BLACK'S WINNING THE WHOLE FUCKIN' THING!
It's his show, it's his playground...he even probably even books the motherfucker from the back. I know how it's all going to fold out. Somehow, someway i'll defeat that worthless fuck, Johnny Craven by some fluke. Corey will beat Rick Mad. So, in the second round...Kevin Hardaway vs. Corey Black Creeping Whatever. Believe me, he didn't pick names out of a hat, he saw I signed up and wanted to do this OH SO BAD! It's going to be booked so that he flat out destroys me, I don't get a piece of offense in, he manhandles me, staples more dollars to my body than a Class C stripper, and wins the match.
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!!
After the bell rings, he's going to hurt me some more, then he's going to reach into his pants, pull out my supposed "paycheck" for this tournament that I said I was only here for and tear it up, telling me, "You're not going to earn a fuckin' penny, dammit." Then, he'll laugh, and he'll keep this in his memories for the next 40 years when he has nothing else better to do, just like he did back at GWC with this damn company.
Then he'll win the thing in glorious fashion and a big giant goth orgy will transcend in the middle of the ring. And then we get to see Creeping Dillhole vs. Torture for the 503,458,593,650th time. See, I thought WCF was supposed to gather in some of the new talents, to showcase that more people can hang...yet, we see the same damn feuds, and what...A FUCKING SNOWMAN! Excuse me, a fucking guy in a fucking snowman costume. Seriously? Then we have somebody who is a has been, a never was, and a sexist who sent Brad Kane crying home to his cuntrag wife. Ok, i'll admit that was HILARIOUS!
Fuck, why did I agree to do this shit? Maybe I thought a moral victory was in order for me. HERE? What kind of pot was I smoking during this time? And where can I get some more.
Oh well, i'm done. I don't care about the rest of the competitors. They don't mean shit anyways. Just wanted to throw out some ol' school K-Hard shit.
EAST SIDE, MOTHERFUCKAS! PEACE!
