Post by freak on Aug 18, 2010 21:55:14 GMT -6
Chris P. is at an undisclosed training facility.
You know something, Hellspawn, I'll thank you not to criticize me for the things I do. It wasn't my intent to hire a bodyguard. I figured most of the SNW fans wouldn't take my thinking for myself so personally. You see, when you get people threatening to kill you if you walk into an arena, it puts things in a little bit of a perspective. Chigurh is only there to protect me from those fans. That's it. But besides the point, when I was hanging around UHW for the previous couple of years, at some point you decided you wanted to let a man start speaking for you. You led him lead you around thinking it was going to make you look dangerous and all it did was make you look like a fool. Glass houses and all that, Hellspawn. Judge not lest ye be judged for thy own actions. He may walk beside me but I do not need him to fight my battles for me. And he knows he walks a very fine line and that I won't hesitate to fire him if he steps out of that line.
But never mind that point. I'm very unimpressed by your size. I know you think that just because I need to have someone watch my back thanks to a bunch of people taking things too seriously, it instantly makes me weaker than you. It doesn't. I've wrestled bigger and tougher men and they've all fallen at my feet. You don't impress me. Never did, and you never will. Am I instantly supposed to care what you did against Goryokaku? Last I checked the man was whoring himself out to the highest bidder. Not impressed in any way.
You think that I'm instantly going to tremble and fall down to my knees and say "please, Mr. Hellspawn, don't hurt me." Nothing could be further from the truth. I don't care what kind of matches you've been in in your career. I've been in bloodier, more brutal matches than you can even dream of. I've just grown tired of it. I'm tired of people who work hard at their craft go by the wayside just because people like you can go to Home Depot and buy a 2-by-4, go to a fencing supplier and buy barbed wire, and hit people with it and become superstars. That's not wrestling. That's garbage. That's not the way to be anymore.
Do you know what I think, Hellspawn? I think you're afraid of what I'm going to do to you. You're afraid that I'm going to beat you in an actual wrestling match and expose you as the fraud you don't want to admit that you've become. You're afraid to step in the ring and go toe to toe with me because you know your abilities have passed you by. You're afraid of this match because you know I'm not going to play by your rules and you don't know how to deal with someone like that.
As far as I'm concerned, Hellspawn, you're coming in soft. You haven't been wrestling on a regular basis in a few months and you're ripe for the picking. I've been waiting for one big tree to chop down and it's standing right in front of me. Forget about anti-hardcore. I'm gonna make an example out of you. I'm gonna show the world just how much of a joke you really have become. I'm going to lock on the crossface chickenwing. I'm gonna lock on the bodyscissors. I'm gonna cut the tree down and choke the remaining oxygen out of it until it rots and dies in the middle of the ring or until it decides it wants to give up and perhaps spare itself the indignity of being dominated by someone better than it.
Ponder that for a minute, Hellspawn. Ponder what is awaiting you. Ponder what I say to you. You know I speak the truth. You know that I'm a better wrestler than you. So why don't you just stop wasting everybody's time and not bother showing up? You're gonna lose, you're gonna be embarrassed...why don't you save face for that son of yours? You know, the one that Matt Margera is raising because you aren't man enough to do so.
What's that? I struck a nerve? I sure hope I did. Because I'm not one to back down when someone insults everything I've done in my career just because they don't like a choice I've made. And if you think what I said was bad enough, well...just imagine what's going to happen when we step in the ring on Saturday.
It's not gonna be pretty...it's gonna get real ugly, real fast.
FTB.
You know something, Hellspawn, I'll thank you not to criticize me for the things I do. It wasn't my intent to hire a bodyguard. I figured most of the SNW fans wouldn't take my thinking for myself so personally. You see, when you get people threatening to kill you if you walk into an arena, it puts things in a little bit of a perspective. Chigurh is only there to protect me from those fans. That's it. But besides the point, when I was hanging around UHW for the previous couple of years, at some point you decided you wanted to let a man start speaking for you. You led him lead you around thinking it was going to make you look dangerous and all it did was make you look like a fool. Glass houses and all that, Hellspawn. Judge not lest ye be judged for thy own actions. He may walk beside me but I do not need him to fight my battles for me. And he knows he walks a very fine line and that I won't hesitate to fire him if he steps out of that line.
But never mind that point. I'm very unimpressed by your size. I know you think that just because I need to have someone watch my back thanks to a bunch of people taking things too seriously, it instantly makes me weaker than you. It doesn't. I've wrestled bigger and tougher men and they've all fallen at my feet. You don't impress me. Never did, and you never will. Am I instantly supposed to care what you did against Goryokaku? Last I checked the man was whoring himself out to the highest bidder. Not impressed in any way.
You think that I'm instantly going to tremble and fall down to my knees and say "please, Mr. Hellspawn, don't hurt me." Nothing could be further from the truth. I don't care what kind of matches you've been in in your career. I've been in bloodier, more brutal matches than you can even dream of. I've just grown tired of it. I'm tired of people who work hard at their craft go by the wayside just because people like you can go to Home Depot and buy a 2-by-4, go to a fencing supplier and buy barbed wire, and hit people with it and become superstars. That's not wrestling. That's garbage. That's not the way to be anymore.
Do you know what I think, Hellspawn? I think you're afraid of what I'm going to do to you. You're afraid that I'm going to beat you in an actual wrestling match and expose you as the fraud you don't want to admit that you've become. You're afraid to step in the ring and go toe to toe with me because you know your abilities have passed you by. You're afraid of this match because you know I'm not going to play by your rules and you don't know how to deal with someone like that.
As far as I'm concerned, Hellspawn, you're coming in soft. You haven't been wrestling on a regular basis in a few months and you're ripe for the picking. I've been waiting for one big tree to chop down and it's standing right in front of me. Forget about anti-hardcore. I'm gonna make an example out of you. I'm gonna show the world just how much of a joke you really have become. I'm going to lock on the crossface chickenwing. I'm gonna lock on the bodyscissors. I'm gonna cut the tree down and choke the remaining oxygen out of it until it rots and dies in the middle of the ring or until it decides it wants to give up and perhaps spare itself the indignity of being dominated by someone better than it.
Ponder that for a minute, Hellspawn. Ponder what is awaiting you. Ponder what I say to you. You know I speak the truth. You know that I'm a better wrestler than you. So why don't you just stop wasting everybody's time and not bother showing up? You're gonna lose, you're gonna be embarrassed...why don't you save face for that son of yours? You know, the one that Matt Margera is raising because you aren't man enough to do so.
What's that? I struck a nerve? I sure hope I did. Because I'm not one to back down when someone insults everything I've done in my career just because they don't like a choice I've made. And if you think what I said was bad enough, well...just imagine what's going to happen when we step in the ring on Saturday.
It's not gonna be pretty...it's gonna get real ugly, real fast.
FTB.
