Title: Counter-Culture
Featuring: Chris Bond
Date: March 8, 2010
Location: This side of reality...
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So it seems my last blog seemed to strike the nerve of my opponent.
Do I apologize? Yes. For? For getting my facts wrong. I'm sorry, after last week's chaos surrounding the main event, I may have assumed that P-Symon was pro-Hostility.
I now am relieved to know that I was wrong.
Why? Because while he likes to think he's a monster. He isn't. He can make fun of my gimmick, my shtick, my name, whatever. Last time I checked, I've been relevant in this business of ours for the last year or so. Psymon? I haven't heard of this chump until I got here, and I'm supposed to think he's scary? He's some morbid monster capable of butchering my body, wearing my flesh, and having sex with my entrails?
Well I do, because he gives me the creeps.
Not the "I'm scared and I'm watching my back" creeps, the "Jesus Christ don't rape me!" creeps.
Oh, and I'm glad he could look away from his chicken livers and crow's eyes and all that other voodoo magic to pay attention and realize he's got a match this week. I guess I mistook weeks and weeks of murder mysteries as a Law and Order marathon and not the promotional work of my potential opponent.
So yeah, go ahead and make fun of me. Don't take me seriously, because It'll be my pleasure kicking your teeth down your throat once you realize that while you're all talk--I'm mostly action.
You're right. I didn't beat you. I beat Talon. Your federation's Heavyweight Champion. Yeah, that's right. YOUR federation. The flag-bearer of the promotion you take pride in working for.
And before you go and defend yourself, claiming you don't carry the flag to the ring with you--who fucking cares? You work for DREAM, you're pro-DREAM. Get over that fact.
So until you actually I don't know, act like you want to be here, don't dare talk down to me because I mistook YOUR OWN ACTIONS for being pro-Hostility.
Talk is cheap, your wife is cheaper. I'll see you in the ring on Wednesday.
Oh and in case you get lost in some CSI-slash-NCIS murder mystery marathon, I'll even make sure that you get a reminder sent to you so you can join us in reality. Its time to step up and play ball.
I'm sure you can muster some kind of comeback, but let's be honest... the only reason you're sub-main eventing this week is because of me and Talon as the referee, and otherwise you'd be wrestling a mop in the opening contest. And by mop I mean the thing you call your personality.
See you Wednesday Psymon with a "P".
-TCB
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Featuring: Chris Bond
Date: March 8, 2010
Location: This side of reality...
So it seems my last blog seemed to strike the nerve of my opponent.
Do I apologize? Yes. For? For getting my facts wrong. I'm sorry, after last week's chaos surrounding the main event, I may have assumed that P-Symon was pro-Hostility.
I now am relieved to know that I was wrong.
Why? Because while he likes to think he's a monster. He isn't. He can make fun of my gimmick, my shtick, my name, whatever. Last time I checked, I've been relevant in this business of ours for the last year or so. Psymon? I haven't heard of this chump until I got here, and I'm supposed to think he's scary? He's some morbid monster capable of butchering my body, wearing my flesh, and having sex with my entrails?
Well I do, because he gives me the creeps.
Not the "I'm scared and I'm watching my back" creeps, the "Jesus Christ don't rape me!" creeps.
Oh, and I'm glad he could look away from his chicken livers and crow's eyes and all that other voodoo magic to pay attention and realize he's got a match this week. I guess I mistook weeks and weeks of murder mysteries as a Law and Order marathon and not the promotional work of my potential opponent.
So yeah, go ahead and make fun of me. Don't take me seriously, because It'll be my pleasure kicking your teeth down your throat once you realize that while you're all talk--I'm mostly action.
You're right. I didn't beat you. I beat Talon. Your federation's Heavyweight Champion. Yeah, that's right. YOUR federation. The flag-bearer of the promotion you take pride in working for.
And before you go and defend yourself, claiming you don't carry the flag to the ring with you--who fucking cares? You work for DREAM, you're pro-DREAM. Get over that fact.
So until you actually I don't know, act like you want to be here, don't dare talk down to me because I mistook YOUR OWN ACTIONS for being pro-Hostility.
Talk is cheap, your wife is cheaper. I'll see you in the ring on Wednesday.
Oh and in case you get lost in some CSI-slash-NCIS murder mystery marathon, I'll even make sure that you get a reminder sent to you so you can join us in reality. Its time to step up and play ball.
I'm sure you can muster some kind of comeback, but let's be honest... the only reason you're sub-main eventing this week is because of me and Talon as the referee, and otherwise you'd be wrestling a mop in the opening contest. And by mop I mean the thing you call your personality.
See you Wednesday Psymon with a "P".
-TCB
