Post by whysoserious on May 19, 2011 17:49:58 GMT -5
Funny.
It's really funny isn't it how he said he wouldn't say those words but yet Gravedrigger made him scream those words. The pain in his voice, his friend's voice, it all reminds me of a time so long ago when I enjoyed some of the simpler things in life. Did I end your friend's career, Speede? When I put him in the MLK Clutch and made him squeal like a bitch, it made me enjoy what I do again. For the longest time, outside of my personal vendettas against people, there was nothing for me to enjoy about this business.
Funny how a kid like you fixed that.
See Speede, it's pretty simple. You quit at XIII. People said you showed heart, that you were tough and all that shit but the bottom line is that you couldn't back up your shit. All that bravado before you were faced with a challenge left you when that reality set in. This is why you show respect to those who came before you.
Funny how people think you're a future top tier wrestler.
I've been around the block enough to know that you're not even close. Although I thought the exact thing about D-Day last year. I want you to listen to part of a song that I think that'll help you out a bit. Start to play it Sugar Tits.
~Okay.
"Raleigh be the city where we like to do the dance
Flex to the left throw some money out yo hands
Do it for the city, we do it for the fans
To ball like Wall boy you gotta do the dance
Everybody do the John Wall"
...That's not funny.
~Oh fine ya grump. I'll play the right song.
No nevermind. You'll just try to rib me again.
~Oh not me. I'm lil' miss innocent.
Megan, you haven't been innocent since you "accidentally" saw me naked when we were thirteen. Now go back to looking pretty or you can help me tear Speede apart.
~Him again? Really? How silly. I mean you beat up his friend to the point of him leaving or retiring or whatever he did. Though you did make fun of him after the show.
That I did. After all that talk about saying he wasn't going to quit, he sure did it. But this isn't about what happened at XIII. This is just a normal match. Rules in place and he can't run away cryin' for mommy when I start to beat him like a two dollar whore. I mean I'm sure he'll come out and say that he respects myself and GD for beating him but his time is now and blah, blah, blah.
No one cares kid.
That kind of talk is cheap. Prove yourself to me. D-Day did it to a bunch of us and look at him now. He had the drive. Pretty sure you don't have that same drive. You're a pussy. A coward. A guy who talks all this big game but when the time comes, you lay down like a little bitch.
Bring your words.
Hell bring an entire crew.
~Don't start ripping of DMX...
...I'M TRYING TO WORK WOMAN!
~Just sayin...
How about you go play with something. Something in my pants.
~Yay!
Alright. Speede, on Slam, it'll be a repeat of XIII just without the brutality that came with it. No objects, no friends, no one to have your back this time. Just think what I did to your buddy, I could do it to you as well.
But I enjoy leading my prey along before going for the kill. Maybe we'll get matched up on the next Slam too. People like you annoy me but yet you never bore me.
I'd wish you luck but I hate you so...
Go die.
Peace.
~OHNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!
...The mic's still on.
~So?
Fair enough.
It's really funny isn't it how he said he wouldn't say those words but yet Gravedrigger made him scream those words. The pain in his voice, his friend's voice, it all reminds me of a time so long ago when I enjoyed some of the simpler things in life. Did I end your friend's career, Speede? When I put him in the MLK Clutch and made him squeal like a bitch, it made me enjoy what I do again. For the longest time, outside of my personal vendettas against people, there was nothing for me to enjoy about this business.
Funny how a kid like you fixed that.
See Speede, it's pretty simple. You quit at XIII. People said you showed heart, that you were tough and all that shit but the bottom line is that you couldn't back up your shit. All that bravado before you were faced with a challenge left you when that reality set in. This is why you show respect to those who came before you.
Funny how people think you're a future top tier wrestler.
I've been around the block enough to know that you're not even close. Although I thought the exact thing about D-Day last year. I want you to listen to part of a song that I think that'll help you out a bit. Start to play it Sugar Tits.
~Okay.
"Raleigh be the city where we like to do the dance
Flex to the left throw some money out yo hands
Do it for the city, we do it for the fans
To ball like Wall boy you gotta do the dance
Everybody do the John Wall"
...That's not funny.
~Oh fine ya grump. I'll play the right song.
No nevermind. You'll just try to rib me again.
~Oh not me. I'm lil' miss innocent.
Megan, you haven't been innocent since you "accidentally" saw me naked when we were thirteen. Now go back to looking pretty or you can help me tear Speede apart.
~Him again? Really? How silly. I mean you beat up his friend to the point of him leaving or retiring or whatever he did. Though you did make fun of him after the show.
That I did. After all that talk about saying he wasn't going to quit, he sure did it. But this isn't about what happened at XIII. This is just a normal match. Rules in place and he can't run away cryin' for mommy when I start to beat him like a two dollar whore. I mean I'm sure he'll come out and say that he respects myself and GD for beating him but his time is now and blah, blah, blah.
No one cares kid.
That kind of talk is cheap. Prove yourself to me. D-Day did it to a bunch of us and look at him now. He had the drive. Pretty sure you don't have that same drive. You're a pussy. A coward. A guy who talks all this big game but when the time comes, you lay down like a little bitch.
Bring your words.
Hell bring an entire crew.
~Don't start ripping of DMX...
...I'M TRYING TO WORK WOMAN!
~Just sayin...
How about you go play with something. Something in my pants.
~Yay!
Alright. Speede, on Slam, it'll be a repeat of XIII just without the brutality that came with it. No objects, no friends, no one to have your back this time. Just think what I did to your buddy, I could do it to you as well.
But I enjoy leading my prey along before going for the kill. Maybe we'll get matched up on the next Slam too. People like you annoy me but yet you never bore me.
I'd wish you luck but I hate you so...
Go die.
Peace.
~OHNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!
...The mic's still on.
~So?
Fair enough.
