Post by Brad Kane on Feb 27, 2010 22:40:13 GMT -6
You know the drill.
"Tomorrow night.
I get into the ring.
Against seven guys I don't care about.
Jason Evans.
Trained by AJ Phoenix.
A man who, at times, was great.
A man who, at times, was horrible.
Do I think Jason will turn out the same way?
Only time will tell on his case.
But does he have a real chance tomorrow night?
None.
Why?
Because of the simple fact that while he talks a great game.
I don't see the hunger in his eyes.
Much like AJ...
There is a bit of laziness in his eyes that leads me to believe he'll fail.
In due time, he'll be a big name but not at my expense.
Freakke.
Old news.
You tapped last week.
What more is there to say.
I'm better then you.
Always will be.
You'll find that out in due time.
So find something else to do with your life.
Quit wasting my time.
Sexy Jason.
Fail, so much fail.
Can you go five minutes without grabbed wrapped in a mirror.
You're like a cat.
Constantly looking at yourself.
The definition of perfection isn't you.
Never will be.
Go back to running your company.
Leave wrestling to the professionals.
Mike Machado.
Where to start?
You make a mockery out of the business.
I remember you from a couple of years ago.
You beat my brother.
I cheered.
You beat me tomorrow night.
I bloody you in the middle of the ring.
You might make people laugh with your antics.
I'm not amused.
Much like Freakke...
Quit wasting my time.
Jack Hammond.
The man who has fallen from grace.
A man who no longer has a niche in the promotion.
Former World Champion.
Now you're hanging on by a single thread.
Such a shame to see someone collapse as you have.
That's too bad.
Really is.
Jack Wilde.
Who are you again?
Seriously, I don't know who you are.
Why should I care.
Just another body to me.
Same goes with you Sebastian Slone.
Don't know you.
Don't care to know you.
The only thing that matters about tomorrow night is destruction.
Chaos.
Madness.
Blood.
Death.
And the continued war against the promotion that has buried my name.
Tomorrow night.
I make seven people suffer.
I'll make them cry.
I'll make their families cry.
New Championship Wrestling...
Go **** off and die."
"Tomorrow night.
I get into the ring.
Against seven guys I don't care about.
Jason Evans.
Trained by AJ Phoenix.
A man who, at times, was great.
A man who, at times, was horrible.
Do I think Jason will turn out the same way?
Only time will tell on his case.
But does he have a real chance tomorrow night?
None.
Why?
Because of the simple fact that while he talks a great game.
I don't see the hunger in his eyes.
Much like AJ...
There is a bit of laziness in his eyes that leads me to believe he'll fail.
In due time, he'll be a big name but not at my expense.
Freakke.
Old news.
You tapped last week.
What more is there to say.
I'm better then you.
Always will be.
You'll find that out in due time.
So find something else to do with your life.
Quit wasting my time.
Sexy Jason.
Fail, so much fail.
Can you go five minutes without grabbed wrapped in a mirror.
You're like a cat.
Constantly looking at yourself.
The definition of perfection isn't you.
Never will be.
Go back to running your company.
Leave wrestling to the professionals.
Mike Machado.
Where to start?
You make a mockery out of the business.
I remember you from a couple of years ago.
You beat my brother.
I cheered.
You beat me tomorrow night.
I bloody you in the middle of the ring.
You might make people laugh with your antics.
I'm not amused.
Much like Freakke...
Quit wasting my time.
Jack Hammond.
The man who has fallen from grace.
A man who no longer has a niche in the promotion.
Former World Champion.
Now you're hanging on by a single thread.
Such a shame to see someone collapse as you have.
That's too bad.
Really is.
Jack Wilde.
Who are you again?
Seriously, I don't know who you are.
Why should I care.
Just another body to me.
Same goes with you Sebastian Slone.
Don't know you.
Don't care to know you.
The only thing that matters about tomorrow night is destruction.
Chaos.
Madness.
Blood.
Death.
And the continued war against the promotion that has buried my name.
Tomorrow night.
I make seven people suffer.
I'll make them cry.
I'll make their families cry.
New Championship Wrestling...
Go **** off and die."