Post by zybala on Nov 4, 2024 10:04:55 GMT -5
You know, every week is the same thing. I get booked against schmuck after schmuck who think they're gonna be the one who takes me down. They talk about respecting me, how good I am, but that won't matter when we square off. They'll be the one to defeat me, and take my world title. Even if I've already beat them before. And week in and week out, the ending is the same. "Here is your winner... and STILL SFT World Champion..... MIKE ZYBALA!!" And victim number 8 thinks that he's going to change that? Clearly, SFT still has the same policy about mind altering drugs as they did when I first started in 2003. Putting the blindfold on and lighting a candle so they can't see or smell anything.
Seriously Emerson, Emilio, Embry, Edward, whatever your name is, you must be high as the stranded astronauts on the space station if you think that you're going to be the one who takes this title off of me. Haven't you been watching what has happened to literally everyone else? They get up close and personal with my foot before falling to the mat. What part of FOREVER CHAMPION is everyone not getting??
I was a dominant force is SFT when it had the most stacked roster in its history. I always has a belt around my waist. Ask Twilight, he was there to bask in the glory that was Zybala. And that's when I was still newish to the business. Now I'm a veteran of over 20 years and still under 40 years old! I'm at my peak and none of your can even touch the foot of the mountain. I'm honestly surprise that Rumpke or Cassandra or whoever else has a thimble of power aren't doing a recruitment drive to find an actual challenge for me. Because, Emer-whatever, you are not a challenge. No one here is. Tuesday is going to be another routine victory for your Forever Champion. And as you stare up at the lights, ask yourself this Emer-jobber. Who did you piss off to become this week's sacrifice to the literal God I have become here?
I'm not a final boss or the big bad that a hero needs to overcome. I am THE END of the hopes of everyone in SFT. From the curtain jerkers with hopes of moving up to a mid-card title, to those that dream of becoming the world champion, I am the Destroyer of hopes and dreams. No one can touch me here. Losing to me is more inevitable than Death itself. So, to those in charge, I beg of you this request. As I scrap what's left of Emerson's face off of the bottom of my shoe, go on a recruitment drive. Call in favors, give out sw÷etheart deals. Beg the old guard to come back. Call new talent. Give me a challenge for fuck sake! Because your current roster has as much chance of taking my belt as the Dinosaurs have coming back from extinction.
Seriously Emerson, Emilio, Embry, Edward, whatever your name is, you must be high as the stranded astronauts on the space station if you think that you're going to be the one who takes this title off of me. Haven't you been watching what has happened to literally everyone else? They get up close and personal with my foot before falling to the mat. What part of FOREVER CHAMPION is everyone not getting??
I was a dominant force is SFT when it had the most stacked roster in its history. I always has a belt around my waist. Ask Twilight, he was there to bask in the glory that was Zybala. And that's when I was still newish to the business. Now I'm a veteran of over 20 years and still under 40 years old! I'm at my peak and none of your can even touch the foot of the mountain. I'm honestly surprise that Rumpke or Cassandra or whoever else has a thimble of power aren't doing a recruitment drive to find an actual challenge for me. Because, Emer-whatever, you are not a challenge. No one here is. Tuesday is going to be another routine victory for your Forever Champion. And as you stare up at the lights, ask yourself this Emer-jobber. Who did you piss off to become this week's sacrifice to the literal God I have become here?
I'm not a final boss or the big bad that a hero needs to overcome. I am THE END of the hopes of everyone in SFT. From the curtain jerkers with hopes of moving up to a mid-card title, to those that dream of becoming the world champion, I am the Destroyer of hopes and dreams. No one can touch me here. Losing to me is more inevitable than Death itself. So, to those in charge, I beg of you this request. As I scrap what's left of Emerson's face off of the bottom of my shoe, go on a recruitment drive. Call in favors, give out sw÷etheart deals. Beg the old guard to come back. Call new talent. Give me a challenge for fuck sake! Because your current roster has as much chance of taking my belt as the Dinosaurs have coming back from extinction.
