Post by emokid on Sept 20, 2010 14:45:24 GMT -6
Tyler Guevara sits in front of a Gold's Gym somewhere in Fort Worth, seemingly different territory for Tyler Guevara. He wears a Misfits T-shirt, black workout short, black athletic shoes, and a black beanie. A disgusted look graces his face.
TYLER GUEVARA: Mike Hanson, Mauler, you guys have a match coming up against me, and one of SNW's most decorated wrestlers ever, perhaps the most decorated wrestler in SNW, Soul Reaper, and you want to waste your time playing disc golf. You disgust me. Instead of taking your match seriously, you want to mock us, and compare us to a city that had a rocky past with eathquakes. I take my business seriously. I know for damn sure that Reaper takes his business seriously. But, it's no surprise, I don't see you in here busting your ass. No. You'd rather take it easy, because we're such pushovers.
Well, unlike you, I actually think you are good. I never underestimate my opponents. That is a sign of weakness, and I'm not about to admit any weakness. You stand out there and play you're little games, and laugh. You make fun of me, yet you call me on such things that don't relate to me. That's another problem with this country, we are swarmed by idiots, and it's getting a little crowded. Have you ever seen the movie "Idiocracy," the movie about the impending dumbing down of the future. Well, you see "Idiocracy" in those two buffoons. That my friends is the future, and, quite frankly, The Perfect World might just be your last survivng piece of intelligence in this world. Sad, isn't it? We may just have a world full of Destruction Crew, and that makes me a little uneasy.
Freedom is just a fairytale, and quite honestly, so are any chances for a Destruction Crew title run. You see, when I hit that Hellbent for Destruction, there will be no mercy. And when Soul Reaper and I win those titles, we will make damn sure that no one associated with the Destruction Crew gets a title shot. Now, if you don't mind, I need to workout. I suggest you guys do the same, because we are not going to be easy to beat, if you beat us at all.
Tyler Guevara Walks inside Gold's Gym, as the cameras fade to black.
TYLER GUEVARA: Mike Hanson, Mauler, you guys have a match coming up against me, and one of SNW's most decorated wrestlers ever, perhaps the most decorated wrestler in SNW, Soul Reaper, and you want to waste your time playing disc golf. You disgust me. Instead of taking your match seriously, you want to mock us, and compare us to a city that had a rocky past with eathquakes. I take my business seriously. I know for damn sure that Reaper takes his business seriously. But, it's no surprise, I don't see you in here busting your ass. No. You'd rather take it easy, because we're such pushovers.
Well, unlike you, I actually think you are good. I never underestimate my opponents. That is a sign of weakness, and I'm not about to admit any weakness. You stand out there and play you're little games, and laugh. You make fun of me, yet you call me on such things that don't relate to me. That's another problem with this country, we are swarmed by idiots, and it's getting a little crowded. Have you ever seen the movie "Idiocracy," the movie about the impending dumbing down of the future. Well, you see "Idiocracy" in those two buffoons. That my friends is the future, and, quite frankly, The Perfect World might just be your last survivng piece of intelligence in this world. Sad, isn't it? We may just have a world full of Destruction Crew, and that makes me a little uneasy.
Freedom is just a fairytale, and quite honestly, so are any chances for a Destruction Crew title run. You see, when I hit that Hellbent for Destruction, there will be no mercy. And when Soul Reaper and I win those titles, we will make damn sure that no one associated with the Destruction Crew gets a title shot. Now, if you don't mind, I need to workout. I suggest you guys do the same, because we are not going to be easy to beat, if you beat us at all.
Tyler Guevara Walks inside Gold's Gym, as the cameras fade to black.
