The Last Fucking Word (JS1 Tag Title match LGBTKO RP#4)
Feb 27, 2020 5:25:00 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by bloodiedfox on Feb 27, 2020 5:25:00 GMT -5
Okay, serious question: are you deaf, or just fucking stupid?
Bloodied Fox sits in a chair, rubbing his temples, clearly frustrated.
Four promos in, and you still haven't managed to address or even acknowledge anything I've actually said. It's like I open my mouth and what I say to you gets dubbed over by whatever you want to hear to suit your agenda. I guess it's easier to be right by writing your own script for my promos than to actually counter what I say. Even when I've tried to pay you a compliment, all you've done is accuse me of whining. Hell, I talk about how I'm not going to sink to your level and make corona virus gags, then you act like I did and say I've got HIV. Just as well I don't, because by this point I'd be tempted to slit my wrists and choke you with my blood. Fuck, I am so fucking sick of dealing with you!
You want to know why Ryan and I brought up how shit you were at Fired Up, Tong? Because it's the perfect microcosm of why you two are going to get your arses beat. The XHF Network likes to pretend that all feds are created equal, but the simple truth is AWF is up here...
Fox rises his right arm as high as he can.
...and SWAT is somewhere in the basement below. That's why Anthony Caffrey ran off there like a sniveling coward to avoid Seth Dillinger...
How's that working out for you, Ant?
You brag about having the SWAT Tag Titles, like that means a fucking thing to anyone. The place is so beneath notice we're having to have this match in J-ROK so that anyone actually sees it. You wave a bit of paper claiming we signed to do press conferences, which is news to me. Guess Terry Bradshaw forged my signature on something again or you guys got Jessica, only child, Illinois, Chicago, to knock something up in photoshop for you. Let's be honest, the only reason you're mad we weren't at any press conferences with you is because people might have actually watched them if we were. No-one gives a fuck about you, and the only reason anyone even knows you exist right now is because you latched onto LGBTKO like fucking leeches to get your 15 minutes of fame.
Tick tock...
Tick tock...
Hear that? The 15 minutes are almost up. February 29th, Ryan Young and Bloodied Fox kick your fucking teeth in and send you back to wallow in your mediocrity. You've taken your best shot, and it's gone laughably wide of the mark. Now you get fucked up, and you fuck the fuck off. Because for you, this is the greatest moment you'll ever have...
Fox stands, folding up the chair he was sitting on.
For me? It's just Saturday.
He throws the chair into the camera, sending us to black.
Bloodied Fox sits in a chair, rubbing his temples, clearly frustrated.
Four promos in, and you still haven't managed to address or even acknowledge anything I've actually said. It's like I open my mouth and what I say to you gets dubbed over by whatever you want to hear to suit your agenda. I guess it's easier to be right by writing your own script for my promos than to actually counter what I say. Even when I've tried to pay you a compliment, all you've done is accuse me of whining. Hell, I talk about how I'm not going to sink to your level and make corona virus gags, then you act like I did and say I've got HIV. Just as well I don't, because by this point I'd be tempted to slit my wrists and choke you with my blood. Fuck, I am so fucking sick of dealing with you!
You want to know why Ryan and I brought up how shit you were at Fired Up, Tong? Because it's the perfect microcosm of why you two are going to get your arses beat. The XHF Network likes to pretend that all feds are created equal, but the simple truth is AWF is up here...
Fox rises his right arm as high as he can.
...and SWAT is somewhere in the basement below. That's why Anthony Caffrey ran off there like a sniveling coward to avoid Seth Dillinger...
How's that working out for you, Ant?
You brag about having the SWAT Tag Titles, like that means a fucking thing to anyone. The place is so beneath notice we're having to have this match in J-ROK so that anyone actually sees it. You wave a bit of paper claiming we signed to do press conferences, which is news to me. Guess Terry Bradshaw forged my signature on something again or you guys got Jessica, only child, Illinois, Chicago, to knock something up in photoshop for you. Let's be honest, the only reason you're mad we weren't at any press conferences with you is because people might have actually watched them if we were. No-one gives a fuck about you, and the only reason anyone even knows you exist right now is because you latched onto LGBTKO like fucking leeches to get your 15 minutes of fame.
Tick tock...
Tick tock...
Hear that? The 15 minutes are almost up. February 29th, Ryan Young and Bloodied Fox kick your fucking teeth in and send you back to wallow in your mediocrity. You've taken your best shot, and it's gone laughably wide of the mark. Now you get fucked up, and you fuck the fuck off. Because for you, this is the greatest moment you'll ever have...
Fox stands, folding up the chair he was sitting on.
For me? It's just Saturday.
He throws the chair into the camera, sending us to black.
