Post by zybala on Nov 18, 2024 14:28:24 GMT -5
Okay, Joey, Rumpke or whoever booked this match. I see you. "Zybala wants a new opponent. We'll give him one he's never faced before. Hahaha!" Way to monkey paw my request. That's egg on my face. You guys got me good. Message recieved. I'll keep all requests to a bare minimum from here on out. I didn't think you'd give me THIS. I don't want it anymore. Take it back. Give me someone else. Anyone else. Hell, I'll take beating Cypher for the hat trick over this.
And no, that's not me fearing Jack Jones. This is me protecting my image. I can't be associated with Jones anymore. Not after what he did. There is not a shred of moral decency inside that person and he should be canceled, effective immediately.
I thought it was bad enough to have someone try to rap battle me. I thougbt Jay Impact was scrapping the bottom of the promo barrel with his horrible lyrics. I thought I saw the worst this company had to offer in terms of mic skills. I thought it couldn't get any more low-brow. I thought wrong...
FUCKING SLAM POETRY? I ask for a better challenge and the powers that be hit me with an Open Mic Night reject?!?! What the honest to fuck sake?!?! Am I a joke to you guys? I thought me coming back would be awesome. I wasn't expected to get a hero's welcome, but I thought I would get some respect. Instead, I get Jack Jones reading me his old DeadJournel entries? This is the highest insult I have ever faced in SFT. And I wrestled The Box!! The fucking cardboard holding receptacle was a better challenge than this "maybe my words will impress the lonely looking lady at the bar" word butcher. There has been no greater insult to the written word than Jack Jones trying ro make words rhyme. And that's including Dragon Ball: Evolution.
I don't even want to face Jack. That's how annoyed at him I am. If he can't make an effort, why should I? If it wasn't for the fans who've already paid for their tickets expecting to see me, I would no show this event out of protest. I'd rather watch 24 straight hours of Blippy or Ms. Rachel than run the risk of hearing Jones spout more poetry. It's a crime against humanity!
But I can remedy it, at least for a little while. I can break his jaw to prevent him from talking and shatter his hands so he can't put pen to paper or type at a computer or a phone. Sure, this is only temporary, and I don't fancy murdering a man on live television. Too much jail time and I have a baby I wanna see grow up. But maiming in a legal match is something I can get behind.
So enjoy what time you have left talking and having use of your digits, Jack. Have some private bathroom time, texts your friends and family a bit, maybe draw a stick figure and call it cultured art. That does seem to be the extent of your abilities. Because after Titans, you're going to be eating through a straw and need to hire a nurse to bath and wipe you. But look on the bright side. You're going to be in the ring with the world champion, and that's worth more than any poetry you can put together.
And no, that's not me fearing Jack Jones. This is me protecting my image. I can't be associated with Jones anymore. Not after what he did. There is not a shred of moral decency inside that person and he should be canceled, effective immediately.
I thought it was bad enough to have someone try to rap battle me. I thougbt Jay Impact was scrapping the bottom of the promo barrel with his horrible lyrics. I thought I saw the worst this company had to offer in terms of mic skills. I thought it couldn't get any more low-brow. I thought wrong...
FUCKING SLAM POETRY? I ask for a better challenge and the powers that be hit me with an Open Mic Night reject?!?! What the honest to fuck sake?!?! Am I a joke to you guys? I thought me coming back would be awesome. I wasn't expected to get a hero's welcome, but I thought I would get some respect. Instead, I get Jack Jones reading me his old DeadJournel entries? This is the highest insult I have ever faced in SFT. And I wrestled The Box!! The fucking cardboard holding receptacle was a better challenge than this "maybe my words will impress the lonely looking lady at the bar" word butcher. There has been no greater insult to the written word than Jack Jones trying ro make words rhyme. And that's including Dragon Ball: Evolution.
I don't even want to face Jack. That's how annoyed at him I am. If he can't make an effort, why should I? If it wasn't for the fans who've already paid for their tickets expecting to see me, I would no show this event out of protest. I'd rather watch 24 straight hours of Blippy or Ms. Rachel than run the risk of hearing Jones spout more poetry. It's a crime against humanity!
But I can remedy it, at least for a little while. I can break his jaw to prevent him from talking and shatter his hands so he can't put pen to paper or type at a computer or a phone. Sure, this is only temporary, and I don't fancy murdering a man on live television. Too much jail time and I have a baby I wanna see grow up. But maiming in a legal match is something I can get behind.
So enjoy what time you have left talking and having use of your digits, Jack. Have some private bathroom time, texts your friends and family a bit, maybe draw a stick figure and call it cultured art. That does seem to be the extent of your abilities. Because after Titans, you're going to be eating through a straw and need to hire a nurse to bath and wipe you. But look on the bright side. You're going to be in the ring with the world champion, and that's worth more than any poetry you can put together.
