Post by Thespian on Jul 19, 2022 0:25:04 GMT -5
A notification pings for Theo’s Twitter followers… as well as a tagged Spike Kane.
Mr. Kane. I’m afraid that, as much as I’d like to keep being cheeky with these petite Twitter promos, I need to give you my utmost attention. You talk so much about yourself that I’m sure you love the sound of your own voice more than anything else this business has to offer you at this point; allowing an egotist like you to continue in this tournament will only serve to give you more of a platform to sing your self-praises.
So let’s make you as silent as I currently am, shall we?
Because I’m sure everyone is tired of hearing you say that you’re some variation of a God or some shit.
We get it.
Shut the fuck up.
Because all I'm hearing, every time you open your mouth around here, is "I'm becoming irrelevant, look at me!"
Welcome to Louisiana and to Next Level Wrestling.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a grizzled veteran or someone fresh off the academy; this ring equalizes all.
You’ve been wrestling almost as long as I’ve been alive, and sure, you’ve got all these accolades to back up your boisterous career while I barely have a fraction of your fame. But, what do you have to show for it compared to little ol’ me?
We both lost at Hostile Intent, and we both rolled through our group to end up at this tiebreaker.
As far as I care, we’re equals here, Spike.
But, I won’t lie to you; I am scared to step back in that ring with you. My throat may almost be healed, but I know you would do any- and everything to open those wounds and leave me near-dead on the mat. I didn’t have an exceptional game plan against you before, and I still don’t now.
Because how, truly, do you prepare for someone who has claimed to have seen and done it all?
You don’t.
You simply be yourself, and give it your damnedest.
I've faced people like you and worse, in this company and beyond. Scared or not, I still found ways to win and survive.
It's Fight or flight, and my will to go on outweighs my desire to run.
You want violence and chaos?
You want someone who isn't a "stick-man" sacrifice?
You want someone who is worth your time around here?
Then welcome back into the ring with me, Spiky.
I'm not going to bend the knee to you.
This is MY home, and MY tournament.
And just like before?
You back out of the TwitLonger to the original post only to notice two other things. A passing message...
NLW: Come for the violence, stay for the skull-fucking.
… followed by a gif of Spike Kane’s skull taking knee after unrelenting knee at Hostile Intent from the Thespian himself.
A TwitLonger link. You click it, and are greeted with the following.
Mr. Kane. I’m afraid that, as much as I’d like to keep being cheeky with these petite Twitter promos, I need to give you my utmost attention. You talk so much about yourself that I’m sure you love the sound of your own voice more than anything else this business has to offer you at this point; allowing an egotist like you to continue in this tournament will only serve to give you more of a platform to sing your self-praises.
So let’s make you as silent as I currently am, shall we?
Because I’m sure everyone is tired of hearing you say that you’re some variation of a God or some shit.
We get it.
Shut the fuck up.
Because all I'm hearing, every time you open your mouth around here, is "I'm becoming irrelevant, look at me!"
Welcome to Louisiana and to Next Level Wrestling.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a grizzled veteran or someone fresh off the academy; this ring equalizes all.
You’ve been wrestling almost as long as I’ve been alive, and sure, you’ve got all these accolades to back up your boisterous career while I barely have a fraction of your fame. But, what do you have to show for it compared to little ol’ me?
We both lost at Hostile Intent, and we both rolled through our group to end up at this tiebreaker.
As far as I care, we’re equals here, Spike.
But, I won’t lie to you; I am scared to step back in that ring with you. My throat may almost be healed, but I know you would do any- and everything to open those wounds and leave me near-dead on the mat. I didn’t have an exceptional game plan against you before, and I still don’t now.
Because how, truly, do you prepare for someone who has claimed to have seen and done it all?
You don’t.
You simply be yourself, and give it your damnedest.
I've faced people like you and worse, in this company and beyond. Scared or not, I still found ways to win and survive.
It's Fight or flight, and my will to go on outweighs my desire to run.
You want violence and chaos?
You want someone who isn't a "stick-man" sacrifice?
You want someone who is worth your time around here?
Then welcome back into the ring with me, Spiky.
I'm not going to bend the knee to you.
This is MY home, and MY tournament.
And just like before?
I'll make sure you don't get past me.
You back out of the TwitLonger to the original post only to notice two other things. A passing message...
NLW: Come for the violence, stay for the skull-fucking.
… followed by a gif of Spike Kane’s skull taking knee after unrelenting knee at Hostile Intent from the Thespian himself.