Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 4:06:30 GMT -5
War.
Throughout my life, I've been involved in many things I have described as a "war". The constant war I have against my sanity. The war between me and everybody around me.
But none of those hold a candle to what Shapiro put me through at End Game.
I beat the absolute shit out of you for basically that whole match. I kicked your ass until you were reduced to crawling around like a baby.
I have injured your face and changed it now. I did what I promised. After our confrontation, you are not the same.
But fuck me, you never gave up. You kept fighting back, and fighting back, and eventually.. you beat me. I may not like you, hell, I may never like you, but after what you put me through and the fact that you defeated me.. I have no choice but to respect you. At End Game.. you were the better man.
But that doesn't change a single thing. I am still evil. I am still sadistic. I am still a monster.
And my opponents will see exactly what I mean at Ascension.
I don't know Jon Gotch. Just like I didn't know Axle Aomori. And look what happened there.
At Ascension, I will stand across the ring from "The Motor City Mercenary", Lucas Crowe. 6'8, 300lbs, big fucking deal. I've faced bigger guys than you, and I'll probably face bigger guys than you in the future. If you think you of all people intimidate me, you can think again.
Johnny Hess? An alleged tough guy, straight off of the mean streets of Winnipeg. Yikes, I better run now.. I don't care who's ass you alleged kicked back in that stink hole of a country Canada, I'm like nothing you've ever faced before. You hit me? I won't hit you back. Slowly, methodically, systematically, I will tear you limb from limb until you're hurting so bad that you'll want me to break any bone in your body just so the match can end and the pain will stop.
You might think that after the match is over, the pain will stop, and the wounds will heal.
But through the years I've discovered that pain.. never goes away. It stays with you. Even if the blood is gone, the scars are still there. Time doesn't save.
Nothing saves.
Throughout my life, I've been involved in many things I have described as a "war". The constant war I have against my sanity. The war between me and everybody around me.
But none of those hold a candle to what Shapiro put me through at End Game.
I beat the absolute shit out of you for basically that whole match. I kicked your ass until you were reduced to crawling around like a baby.
I have injured your face and changed it now. I did what I promised. After our confrontation, you are not the same.
But fuck me, you never gave up. You kept fighting back, and fighting back, and eventually.. you beat me. I may not like you, hell, I may never like you, but after what you put me through and the fact that you defeated me.. I have no choice but to respect you. At End Game.. you were the better man.
But that doesn't change a single thing. I am still evil. I am still sadistic. I am still a monster.
And my opponents will see exactly what I mean at Ascension.
I don't know Jon Gotch. Just like I didn't know Axle Aomori. And look what happened there.
At Ascension, I will stand across the ring from "The Motor City Mercenary", Lucas Crowe. 6'8, 300lbs, big fucking deal. I've faced bigger guys than you, and I'll probably face bigger guys than you in the future. If you think you of all people intimidate me, you can think again.
Johnny Hess? An alleged tough guy, straight off of the mean streets of Winnipeg. Yikes, I better run now.. I don't care who's ass you alleged kicked back in that stink hole of a country Canada, I'm like nothing you've ever faced before. You hit me? I won't hit you back. Slowly, methodically, systematically, I will tear you limb from limb until you're hurting so bad that you'll want me to break any bone in your body just so the match can end and the pain will stop.
You might think that after the match is over, the pain will stop, and the wounds will heal.
But through the years I've discovered that pain.. never goes away. It stays with you. Even if the blood is gone, the scars are still there. Time doesn't save.
Nothing saves.
