Post by khardaway on Oct 30, 2009 0:53:17 GMT -5
Really now?
That was the big speel? THAT?
Give me a fucking break now will you? Because that was one of the biggest jokes I think i've heard in my life. OH MY GOD, I'M ANGRY AND I NEED TO YELL BECAUSE I'M ANGRY AND....GAHHHHHH! HULK SMASH! HULK RAAAAAAGGGGGEEEEE! Dude, why don't you go save yourself the favor and just cut yourself already before the blood in your system dries out from all the steroids you've been taking. Because seriously you have issues. Like, "reading Twilight and listening to My Chemical Romance" issues. Don't get me wrong, I like MCR...good music. I just think you listen to them because nobody listens to you. Is that it, huh? Do you like cutting your wrists at night, as that it? Is that the case? Listen to me very, very closely, okay man? Because this is a matter of life and death.....ready....
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Thank you, good day, tip your waitress and then bone the shit out of her because she's actually hot. But seriously, Ace...this Hardcore Title belt must be biting your nerves or something. I mean, you really care about that belt. So much that you want to show it off to your backyard wrestling buddies in the suburbs once again, and prove to the world that you're the best. Is that it, Slaughter? Pft, bitch please. What kind of hardcore enviroment have you ever been in that has seen the light of day? Why don't you go to the tape vault and look up a little PPV here called "Till Death Do Us Part", and you'll see a little something.
See, during my "retirement" from wrestling, a little piece of scum by the name of Brad Kane stopped on by. May have heard of him, he's kind of a big deal here. But during Creeping Death's little XIII shindeg, this douchebag on the thorn of my damn side decided to take a cardboard cutout of me, and proceeded to pretty much rape the shit out of me...verbally, might I add. Me and him...we shared something pretty interesting. So he called me out for a match, at that very PPV. Where nobody would have a say in anything. Master of Horrors match. Where we would finally end it all in one fail swoop. Simple as that. I accepted.
I dare you, Ace...to go back in the vault again and look at our promos to each other. I'll tell you, if there's a word in the dictionary that defines us during there, give me a ring and i'll slap you in the face for it. I hated his guts, he hated mine. You wanna see the scars that he gave me during SAID match? You don't. I look like a fucking road map. He destroyed me without any harm. I still wake up sore in the morning from that match. So don't think you have it easy, Ace...because you don't.
You know, i'm glad i'm going back into the hardcore enviroment. It should do good for me, because I was always a fan of slamming a steel chair into the face of some douche, or throwing somebody through a table...or wrapping somebody in barbed wire like they were a Christmas tree...or using something even more vicious. So, do yourself a favor...Ace.
RUN! Run for your fucking life. Because Santa Claus is coming to town...WITH A BRANDING IRON! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Too corny? Too forced on? I figured it. Just shut the fuck up and i'll deal with you on Monday. As far as Hector goes...just wait, I have a surprise for him.
That was the big speel? THAT?
Give me a fucking break now will you? Because that was one of the biggest jokes I think i've heard in my life. OH MY GOD, I'M ANGRY AND I NEED TO YELL BECAUSE I'M ANGRY AND....GAHHHHHH! HULK SMASH! HULK RAAAAAAGGGGGEEEEE! Dude, why don't you go save yourself the favor and just cut yourself already before the blood in your system dries out from all the steroids you've been taking. Because seriously you have issues. Like, "reading Twilight and listening to My Chemical Romance" issues. Don't get me wrong, I like MCR...good music. I just think you listen to them because nobody listens to you. Is that it, huh? Do you like cutting your wrists at night, as that it? Is that the case? Listen to me very, very closely, okay man? Because this is a matter of life and death.....ready....
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Thank you, good day, tip your waitress and then bone the shit out of her because she's actually hot. But seriously, Ace...this Hardcore Title belt must be biting your nerves or something. I mean, you really care about that belt. So much that you want to show it off to your backyard wrestling buddies in the suburbs once again, and prove to the world that you're the best. Is that it, Slaughter? Pft, bitch please. What kind of hardcore enviroment have you ever been in that has seen the light of day? Why don't you go to the tape vault and look up a little PPV here called "Till Death Do Us Part", and you'll see a little something.
See, during my "retirement" from wrestling, a little piece of scum by the name of Brad Kane stopped on by. May have heard of him, he's kind of a big deal here. But during Creeping Death's little XIII shindeg, this douchebag on the thorn of my damn side decided to take a cardboard cutout of me, and proceeded to pretty much rape the shit out of me...verbally, might I add. Me and him...we shared something pretty interesting. So he called me out for a match, at that very PPV. Where nobody would have a say in anything. Master of Horrors match. Where we would finally end it all in one fail swoop. Simple as that. I accepted.
I dare you, Ace...to go back in the vault again and look at our promos to each other. I'll tell you, if there's a word in the dictionary that defines us during there, give me a ring and i'll slap you in the face for it. I hated his guts, he hated mine. You wanna see the scars that he gave me during SAID match? You don't. I look like a fucking road map. He destroyed me without any harm. I still wake up sore in the morning from that match. So don't think you have it easy, Ace...because you don't.
You know, i'm glad i'm going back into the hardcore enviroment. It should do good for me, because I was always a fan of slamming a steel chair into the face of some douche, or throwing somebody through a table...or wrapping somebody in barbed wire like they were a Christmas tree...or using something even more vicious. So, do yourself a favor...Ace.
RUN! Run for your fucking life. Because Santa Claus is coming to town...WITH A BRANDING IRON! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Too corny? Too forced on? I figured it. Just shut the fuck up and i'll deal with you on Monday. As far as Hector goes...just wait, I have a surprise for him.
