Post by twilight on Mar 21, 2018 14:17:52 GMT -5
Today I am running out of time. I wont tell you all about a past life. I wont tell you about life or death. I wont tell you any of that. Each of us already know the price we pay for our lives and the price we will all ultimately pay. I have paid it many many times.
There is something very unfair about life, and even more unfair is death. Most of us will go with dreams unfulfilled. With love unrequited. A nd with scars that go beyond just physical. Life is hurt, and hurt is life. Yeah I know I sound like a fortune cookie but its true.
Now I am hungry. I think I have been spending too much time with Harold. But all joking aside. Its time I speak directly to Andrew. The man with no last name? Or are you Andrew Dice Clay? His show on Starz is a little funny. I get tired of his foul mouth after a while.
Anyway Andrew here you are, in prime position to face me, and win the Intercontinental Title. All you got to do is make your way to the arena and find your voice. Can you do that? I doubt you have what it takes to win this title, much less beat me. You are of no consequence. You do not matter. And till you stand up and make yourself known, find your voice say something of substance, people will not take you seriously. No one will take you seriously. So question is this, if you were, why would I take you seriously when its evident no one does, and no one ever will take you seriously.
Do something, say something, be something? How the hell did you even get a this match signed? Was the staff drinking when they came with this? Is Harold smoking again? What in gods name were they thinking?
Matches like these dont even give me the will power to actually wrestle or show up. But I understand we are growing thing with our roster. So it is what it is I suppose.
Doesnt make it right though.
So Andrew, show up, if you do not, I will track you down, find you, and show you what I can do when I am angry. And like the hulk says, you wouldnt like me when I’m angry.
Fade to Light
There is something very unfair about life, and even more unfair is death. Most of us will go with dreams unfulfilled. With love unrequited. A nd with scars that go beyond just physical. Life is hurt, and hurt is life. Yeah I know I sound like a fortune cookie but its true.
Now I am hungry. I think I have been spending too much time with Harold. But all joking aside. Its time I speak directly to Andrew. The man with no last name? Or are you Andrew Dice Clay? His show on Starz is a little funny. I get tired of his foul mouth after a while.
Anyway Andrew here you are, in prime position to face me, and win the Intercontinental Title. All you got to do is make your way to the arena and find your voice. Can you do that? I doubt you have what it takes to win this title, much less beat me. You are of no consequence. You do not matter. And till you stand up and make yourself known, find your voice say something of substance, people will not take you seriously. No one will take you seriously. So question is this, if you were, why would I take you seriously when its evident no one does, and no one ever will take you seriously.
Do something, say something, be something? How the hell did you even get a this match signed? Was the staff drinking when they came with this? Is Harold smoking again? What in gods name were they thinking?
Matches like these dont even give me the will power to actually wrestle or show up. But I understand we are growing thing with our roster. So it is what it is I suppose.
Doesnt make it right though.
So Andrew, show up, if you do not, I will track you down, find you, and show you what I can do when I am angry. And like the hulk says, you wouldnt like me when I’m angry.
Fade to Light
