Post by johnnyanthrax on May 22, 2009 13:00:17 GMT -5
I smile. I laugh. It's stupidity at it's best and I love every second of it. The World War between Logan and myself on Monday Night Slam will be the tip of the iceberg for my debut in Wrestling Championship Federation. Logan said I was an ex-wrestler. That's a lie. You see, out of high school I trained to be an amateur wrestler but I couldn't stick with it and sort of drifted towards a life that only a few say that ever lived, and a lot that never cut it. There wasn't much drugs involved, as again you would know I got out of my biker gang in North Carolina because all they did was shoot shit through their nose and look for any flappy pussy walkin' their way. And just like them, Logan, you look for every excuse to skip around everything we were discussing in the first place. The stupidity is overlooking me and putting Torture on your list. I don't care for the World Champion, I care for defeating you. Probably why I'll win this match on Monday you fat fuck.
Looking at past accolades I have noticed you were a former Champion. I congratulate you on your accomplishments. I also want to ask you why would you be fighting a newcomer if you're a past World Champion? You're a curtain jerker and it's all starting to make some fuckin' sense in my head. The star who shined so fuckin' bright is now burned out and you're taking your frustration out on everybody. I laugh again. You're somethin' else Logan. A story teller yes, a challenge in my match, no. As for my drug use, I just smoke weed and drink beer. If you honestly think weed is drugs, I would believe you need to either read a book or take a fucking look around the country of United States. I don't do crack, nor cocaine, don't snort shit, don't drop acid or shrooms man, just smoke the marjiuana. Ain't nothin' wrong with it as I don't work on weed either. Same with beer. I'll be sober in the ring Logan, so you don't have to worry about that. If that is the case. With your strewed line of consistency and the way your mouth keeps fuckin' yappin who honestly knows what that fuck you're talking about half the time.
You remind me of a little doggy that goes all hyper around the bigger dogs because we don't give you any attention. As if a small child wondered into the movie theatre and asked what the fuck was going on. Just shut the fuck up Logan. You're never going to be on top again, you'll never capture the gold again, and you probably shouldn't overlook your opponent like you're doing now. Listen Stone Cold Logan; you probably shouldn't throw rocks in a glass house.
I hope this reaches you in time before Monday Night. I hope you can read this and then maybe talk some more. Maybe talk from here till Monday Night, maybe even talk after that? Hell, for as much as you talk, I'm surprised you even have time to eat Hot Dogs. I fuckin' hate hot dogs. I hate you. Pretty simple. Hopefully that makes sense to you. See ya Austin.
Looking at past accolades I have noticed you were a former Champion. I congratulate you on your accomplishments. I also want to ask you why would you be fighting a newcomer if you're a past World Champion? You're a curtain jerker and it's all starting to make some fuckin' sense in my head. The star who shined so fuckin' bright is now burned out and you're taking your frustration out on everybody. I laugh again. You're somethin' else Logan. A story teller yes, a challenge in my match, no. As for my drug use, I just smoke weed and drink beer. If you honestly think weed is drugs, I would believe you need to either read a book or take a fucking look around the country of United States. I don't do crack, nor cocaine, don't snort shit, don't drop acid or shrooms man, just smoke the marjiuana. Ain't nothin' wrong with it as I don't work on weed either. Same with beer. I'll be sober in the ring Logan, so you don't have to worry about that. If that is the case. With your strewed line of consistency and the way your mouth keeps fuckin' yappin who honestly knows what that fuck you're talking about half the time.
You remind me of a little doggy that goes all hyper around the bigger dogs because we don't give you any attention. As if a small child wondered into the movie theatre and asked what the fuck was going on. Just shut the fuck up Logan. You're never going to be on top again, you'll never capture the gold again, and you probably shouldn't overlook your opponent like you're doing now. Listen Stone Cold Logan; you probably shouldn't throw rocks in a glass house.
I hope this reaches you in time before Monday Night. I hope you can read this and then maybe talk some more. Maybe talk from here till Monday Night, maybe even talk after that? Hell, for as much as you talk, I'm surprised you even have time to eat Hot Dogs. I fuckin' hate hot dogs. I hate you. Pretty simple. Hopefully that makes sense to you. See ya Austin.
