Post by Joe Everyman on May 4, 2013 10:27:24 GMT -6
I was WAY too lazy to find a song thing week. And, I apologize ahead of time for the lack of production on this video today. It's been a crazy week. Apparently planning a wedding is a lot of work. And, it's even more difficult when your daughter has strep throat and your fiance has a broken ankle. No, those two are not connected, for the people who keep asking me! Now, where was I?
Right! I have a match this week. Against that A.C. Douglas fellow. What can I say about A.C. that I haven't said before? Well... let's see. He's kind of a dick. That, just straight up. I know it, he knows it, the fans know it, everybody knows it. He really hasn't tried to hide it either. He just brisks through life, not giving a single f*ck about anybody else. And to be honest, I don't like it. People like that may be strong at the beginning, but they will eventually crumble under the pressure. I know, because I tried it. I tried that not giving a crap, screw everybody else mentality. And do you know what it got me? Nothing! Well... a National Championship... but nothing else! Well... it got me a bad past relationship that may or may not have helped end my marriage... but, that ended up being a good thing. But no other things! In the end, I learned that one must give f*cks to be able to last in this world. And soon, Mr. Douglas will find this out himself.
A.C., lend me your ears. You must begin to give f*cks. Just being smart and successful will not get you along in this world for long. Eventually, it will all come crumbling down around you. And when that happens, do you think others will give a f*ck about you? People giving f*cks have always come to those who truly deserve it. I do not give f*cks to those who do not deserve them anymore. Only the ones that I care about. You... I give a solemn f*ck to you. I believe you have a bright future in this business. But, you have to start caring. Imagine it as that imaginary brass ring we are always told about. But instead of a ring, it is a brass f*ck. You just have to reach out and grab it.
Now... I'm sure the nCw sensors are none too pleased with me, so I'll wrap this up so I can go back to carrying for my daughter. I will end on this. Not about you, A.C. I've padded your ego enough for one day. This message goes out to Curtis Kanyon. It's getting there already, but I feel like we should make this official. I challenge you to a match at A Night to Remember. If I'm going out, I want to go out on top against one of my biggest rivals, but also one of my closest friends. What do you say, Curtis?
Right! I have a match this week. Against that A.C. Douglas fellow. What can I say about A.C. that I haven't said before? Well... let's see. He's kind of a dick. That, just straight up. I know it, he knows it, the fans know it, everybody knows it. He really hasn't tried to hide it either. He just brisks through life, not giving a single f*ck about anybody else. And to be honest, I don't like it. People like that may be strong at the beginning, but they will eventually crumble under the pressure. I know, because I tried it. I tried that not giving a crap, screw everybody else mentality. And do you know what it got me? Nothing! Well... a National Championship... but nothing else! Well... it got me a bad past relationship that may or may not have helped end my marriage... but, that ended up being a good thing. But no other things! In the end, I learned that one must give f*cks to be able to last in this world. And soon, Mr. Douglas will find this out himself.
A.C., lend me your ears. You must begin to give f*cks. Just being smart and successful will not get you along in this world for long. Eventually, it will all come crumbling down around you. And when that happens, do you think others will give a f*ck about you? People giving f*cks have always come to those who truly deserve it. I do not give f*cks to those who do not deserve them anymore. Only the ones that I care about. You... I give a solemn f*ck to you. I believe you have a bright future in this business. But, you have to start caring. Imagine it as that imaginary brass ring we are always told about. But instead of a ring, it is a brass f*ck. You just have to reach out and grab it.
Now... I'm sure the nCw sensors are none too pleased with me, so I'll wrap this up so I can go back to carrying for my daughter. I will end on this. Not about you, A.C. I've padded your ego enough for one day. This message goes out to Curtis Kanyon. It's getting there already, but I feel like we should make this official. I challenge you to a match at A Night to Remember. If I'm going out, I want to go out on top against one of my biggest rivals, but also one of my closest friends. What do you say, Curtis?