Repetition
May 31, 2016 19:59:58 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on May 31, 2016 19:59:58 GMT -5
5.30.16
"We've been down this road so many times. So many fucking times.
It doesn't make it any less of a challenge, y'know, but it's this kind of stuff that starts to get to you. It starts to wear on you. And maybe it's because he's been a part of helping make Beck and I look like complete idiots week after week in the Lion's Den, but it gets to a point when seeing Prince MacRear's face makes me nauseous. It gets to the point where hearing the dweeb's name makes my fingers start shaking and then-- THEN I start to get really annoyed with myself because, like, how the FUCK does this dude get me so worked up week after week, pulling the same shit, rolling with the same shtick, just... when does it end, man?
It's the first time, if I'm not wrong, that we've gone one-on-one. You don't have the Crimson Clown to work with you here... at least not legally. I'll have to keep my eyes open, head on a swivel regardless because no matter how many times I've thought I was a step ahead of the gang, I was wrong. Like, that shit is humbling, I guess. I've accepted that you guys have all the angles worked out, but…
At least, for now, I know that I can beat you in a flatout wrestling match.
I don’t know how much weight that holds. I don’t know if beating you makes this go away… I don’t know if it keeps you out of my hair when it comes to dealing with Keegs and the Baroness, and when it comes to keeping the Tag Team Titles in the Brute Camp. I know that even if I slam your face into the mat and take your dignity away from you-- bust that face up and really hurt you, man… this might not be over.
There’s still Keegs. There’s still her. And this, if nothing else, is just my chance to keep you out of it once and for all. There’s no easy, polite way to do that I guess. Like… you know me by now, my mind just doesn’t GO in that direction! Gah. So… Prince, beating your face in, trying to keep you away by pure force-- that’s all I got.
One on one at Pride, that’s all I have to go on and that’s all Brute Camp has to offer you. We’ll have a hell of a fight and you’ll do whatever you can to be the first dude to knock me off in a singles match or pin me PERIOD, but you couldn’t do it with someone at your side, man, and you won’t at Pride.
You have a ton of skill, a ton of good luck, and you know how to get under my skin but when have you ever been able to put all that shit together, big guy? When has MacRear REALLY made that work for him in the past few months and when have people given a shit and taken notice? It's like... it's like in order for Beck and I to focus on the Brute Camp and focus on the Tag Team Titles, we have to exorcise every demon in our past and wipe out every asshole ally the Clown and Keegs have. So I get that, Prince. I accept that. And I'll see you-- again. For the last time."
"We've been down this road so many times. So many fucking times.
It doesn't make it any less of a challenge, y'know, but it's this kind of stuff that starts to get to you. It starts to wear on you. And maybe it's because he's been a part of helping make Beck and I look like complete idiots week after week in the Lion's Den, but it gets to a point when seeing Prince MacRear's face makes me nauseous. It gets to the point where hearing the dweeb's name makes my fingers start shaking and then-- THEN I start to get really annoyed with myself because, like, how the FUCK does this dude get me so worked up week after week, pulling the same shit, rolling with the same shtick, just... when does it end, man?
It's the first time, if I'm not wrong, that we've gone one-on-one. You don't have the Crimson Clown to work with you here... at least not legally. I'll have to keep my eyes open, head on a swivel regardless because no matter how many times I've thought I was a step ahead of the gang, I was wrong. Like, that shit is humbling, I guess. I've accepted that you guys have all the angles worked out, but…
At least, for now, I know that I can beat you in a flatout wrestling match.
I don’t know how much weight that holds. I don’t know if beating you makes this go away… I don’t know if it keeps you out of my hair when it comes to dealing with Keegs and the Baroness, and when it comes to keeping the Tag Team Titles in the Brute Camp. I know that even if I slam your face into the mat and take your dignity away from you-- bust that face up and really hurt you, man… this might not be over.
There’s still Keegs. There’s still her. And this, if nothing else, is just my chance to keep you out of it once and for all. There’s no easy, polite way to do that I guess. Like… you know me by now, my mind just doesn’t GO in that direction! Gah. So… Prince, beating your face in, trying to keep you away by pure force-- that’s all I got.
One on one at Pride, that’s all I have to go on and that’s all Brute Camp has to offer you. We’ll have a hell of a fight and you’ll do whatever you can to be the first dude to knock me off in a singles match or pin me PERIOD, but you couldn’t do it with someone at your side, man, and you won’t at Pride.
You have a ton of skill, a ton of good luck, and you know how to get under my skin but when have you ever been able to put all that shit together, big guy? When has MacRear REALLY made that work for him in the past few months and when have people given a shit and taken notice? It's like... it's like in order for Beck and I to focus on the Brute Camp and focus on the Tag Team Titles, we have to exorcise every demon in our past and wipe out every asshole ally the Clown and Keegs have. So I get that, Prince. I accept that. And I'll see you-- again. For the last time."