Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2021 13:28:29 GMT -5
*Slow clapping his heard before Brad's voice is able to come in.*
"Bravo, just bravo. The Young Guns showed the world just what they're made of when it comes to crunch time. Such a brave group to take the easy way out of things by low blowing Dave Holland and then smacking myself and Evan in the head with chairs. Just bravo Young Guns. You certainly showed myself, Evan, Dave and the rest of nCw something when you beat the hell out of an announcer who wasn't expecting it.
You showed everyone something on Sunday night and I'm sure that no one will forget it for a long time to come. That night was the night that the Young Guns showed who and what they really are. A bunch of cheap ass wrestlers with no real idea of how to get to the top. I thought that something would've changed but nope, the Young Guns, even with Zelda are still what I've expected them to be.
I shouldn't be surprised at this. I really shouldn't. I know Charlie is a complainer, I know that Venom has regressed into nothing more then his lackey. But Zelda, Zelda surprised me just a little bit. Its like she had to stand up for something when she should've realize that it was never happening in the first place. Velez should've realized he never would've gotten it either. They never earned it.
Beating people won't allow you to earn it either. It's like this. If I went in and threatened the boss for my World Title rematch, you know what would happen? I'd get shot down faster then Venom in a singles bar. What have I done to deserve it? What have the Young Guns do to deserve our respect and admiration? The answer is simple.
Nothing.
So when Venom has his little talk show and makes worse jokes then Dane Cook, it makes me wonder where his head really is. The Gun Show, the worst excuse for a talk show since Carson Daly got one. To prove this point, he's somehow still on the air and no one cares. Just like how no one cares about your little show outside of a two person audience. Just like how no one cares about little ole Brad Kane.
About how I constantly think about retirement. How I'm so in love with my best friend. Why I find my wife sucking another black dick when I walk into the door. That sum it up? Funny you left out the part about her vag being big enough to drive a truck through. Kinda surprised about that because you leave no stone unturned.
But I know why you make the jokes. I know why you play these games to get me all supposedly mad and pissed off to the point where I make a mistake and that's where you take over. Despite getting hit in the head with a chair I've suffered enough concussions to not really notice it. So you're out of luck there.
This hardcore match, though, will almost remind me of the old days when I'd wrap myself in barbed wire, cut myself and other general dumbass things to make me seem more insane. Goes this like, Venom. On Saturday night, we go into that ring. We wrestle, knock each other around. One of us wins and the other loses. If I win, people will know I won't bitch or gloat about it. If you win, people won't stop hearing about it for the next three years.
I don't need to brag about beating you a ton of times because you just don't matter to me anymore. You're not my hero, not my idol. You're nothing but a group of cowards trying to terrorize a company that's not afraid of them. That doesn't buy their hype.
Oh and if you're so damn sure that you and Charlie are a better team then Evan and myself, prove it sometime. I'm sure you'll find yourself licking your wounds and your giant ego again. The Main Event is all sizzle and no steak. Your legend will only last you so long before everyone knows you and exposes you.
Peace."
"Bravo, just bravo. The Young Guns showed the world just what they're made of when it comes to crunch time. Such a brave group to take the easy way out of things by low blowing Dave Holland and then smacking myself and Evan in the head with chairs. Just bravo Young Guns. You certainly showed myself, Evan, Dave and the rest of nCw something when you beat the hell out of an announcer who wasn't expecting it.
You showed everyone something on Sunday night and I'm sure that no one will forget it for a long time to come. That night was the night that the Young Guns showed who and what they really are. A bunch of cheap ass wrestlers with no real idea of how to get to the top. I thought that something would've changed but nope, the Young Guns, even with Zelda are still what I've expected them to be.
I shouldn't be surprised at this. I really shouldn't. I know Charlie is a complainer, I know that Venom has regressed into nothing more then his lackey. But Zelda, Zelda surprised me just a little bit. Its like she had to stand up for something when she should've realize that it was never happening in the first place. Velez should've realized he never would've gotten it either. They never earned it.
Beating people won't allow you to earn it either. It's like this. If I went in and threatened the boss for my World Title rematch, you know what would happen? I'd get shot down faster then Venom in a singles bar. What have I done to deserve it? What have the Young Guns do to deserve our respect and admiration? The answer is simple.
Nothing.
So when Venom has his little talk show and makes worse jokes then Dane Cook, it makes me wonder where his head really is. The Gun Show, the worst excuse for a talk show since Carson Daly got one. To prove this point, he's somehow still on the air and no one cares. Just like how no one cares about your little show outside of a two person audience. Just like how no one cares about little ole Brad Kane.
About how I constantly think about retirement. How I'm so in love with my best friend. Why I find my wife sucking another black dick when I walk into the door. That sum it up? Funny you left out the part about her vag being big enough to drive a truck through. Kinda surprised about that because you leave no stone unturned.
But I know why you make the jokes. I know why you play these games to get me all supposedly mad and pissed off to the point where I make a mistake and that's where you take over. Despite getting hit in the head with a chair I've suffered enough concussions to not really notice it. So you're out of luck there.
This hardcore match, though, will almost remind me of the old days when I'd wrap myself in barbed wire, cut myself and other general dumbass things to make me seem more insane. Goes this like, Venom. On Saturday night, we go into that ring. We wrestle, knock each other around. One of us wins and the other loses. If I win, people will know I won't bitch or gloat about it. If you win, people won't stop hearing about it for the next three years.
I don't need to brag about beating you a ton of times because you just don't matter to me anymore. You're not my hero, not my idol. You're nothing but a group of cowards trying to terrorize a company that's not afraid of them. That doesn't buy their hype.
Oh and if you're so damn sure that you and Charlie are a better team then Evan and myself, prove it sometime. I'm sure you'll find yourself licking your wounds and your giant ego again. The Main Event is all sizzle and no steak. Your legend will only last you so long before everyone knows you and exposes you.
Peace."