Post by zybala on Oct 21, 2024 13:34:15 GMT -5
That is the question that ran through Mt mind the entire time I watched the flea market promo of Louis Cypher. He's walking through a fucking outdoors flea market, buying NYKE off-brand sneakers with the air and swagger of someone who can buy all of Tiffany's. Dude needs to take his unwarranted smugness, his NYKE shoes, his Farce-sacė suit, and shove it all in the busted trunk of his Ford apinto that he keeps closed with a bungee cord and duct tape. He is living the life and style of a mid-card Indy wrestler and acting like he deserves MY world title. Like I'm a place holder for him and my belt would be better on him? Louie, please share whatever you're smoking, because it's the only good shit in your life.
Do you not remember the ass beating I gave you last time we fought? Or did I beat you so bad that you've suffered severe brain damage and short term memory loss. You couldn't handle me when a shot for the Hardcore title was on the line. And that was when I getting my SFT groove back. Now, I'm the World Champion for the third time, and you think you can change what happened the last time we met? I kicked you in the head harder then I thought. You're on a losing streak, my dude. Emerson made you tap, Twilight made you look like the joke you are. You are racking up more loses than I am wins!
And the last time I beat you, I was in a good mood. This time is a little different. And I don't mean me holding the World title, proving that I am the best here in SFT. You see, recently my younger sister lost her four year battle against cancer, which is why I wasn't on the last show. I was given time to grieve. I've had my time to cry, but I still haven't gotten over my anger at losing a sister who by all rights should have watched her kids and my daughter grow up, help me plan our parents funerals and still be in my life. I am livid about it and your are going to face every little bit of my anger and sorrow. I haven't had an outlet for my anger, until now.
I am going to do to you what the cancer dis to her. I will make every minute in the ring with me filled with pai and suffering. There will be times where it looks like you might win, but I'll come back, strong and more vicious than ever. You think this is hyperbole, but it's not. By the end of the match, you will be praying for the sweet relief of death. The only way you will win this match is if the ref disqualifies me for the beating I will give you. If you aren't on the injured reserved shelf for at least the rest of the year, I'll be disappointed in myself.
This isn't about me proving myself as a dominant champion. I already did that against Travis Hall. This about me using you as a punching bad as I deal with every negative emotion I've had these past few weeks. Don't make any plans for the ear future, Louie, because after I'm done letting all my anger out on you, you're going to spend the next few months eating, breathing and shitting out of a tube of some kind.
Do you not remember the ass beating I gave you last time we fought? Or did I beat you so bad that you've suffered severe brain damage and short term memory loss. You couldn't handle me when a shot for the Hardcore title was on the line. And that was when I getting my SFT groove back. Now, I'm the World Champion for the third time, and you think you can change what happened the last time we met? I kicked you in the head harder then I thought. You're on a losing streak, my dude. Emerson made you tap, Twilight made you look like the joke you are. You are racking up more loses than I am wins!
And the last time I beat you, I was in a good mood. This time is a little different. And I don't mean me holding the World title, proving that I am the best here in SFT. You see, recently my younger sister lost her four year battle against cancer, which is why I wasn't on the last show. I was given time to grieve. I've had my time to cry, but I still haven't gotten over my anger at losing a sister who by all rights should have watched her kids and my daughter grow up, help me plan our parents funerals and still be in my life. I am livid about it and your are going to face every little bit of my anger and sorrow. I haven't had an outlet for my anger, until now.
I am going to do to you what the cancer dis to her. I will make every minute in the ring with me filled with pai and suffering. There will be times where it looks like you might win, but I'll come back, strong and more vicious than ever. You think this is hyperbole, but it's not. By the end of the match, you will be praying for the sweet relief of death. The only way you will win this match is if the ref disqualifies me for the beating I will give you. If you aren't on the injured reserved shelf for at least the rest of the year, I'll be disappointed in myself.
This isn't about me proving myself as a dominant champion. I already did that against Travis Hall. This about me using you as a punching bad as I deal with every negative emotion I've had these past few weeks. Don't make any plans for the ear future, Louie, because after I'm done letting all my anger out on you, you're going to spend the next few months eating, breathing and shitting out of a tube of some kind.
