Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2015 15:15:23 GMT -5
After losing to Daniel Kirkbride, I kicked open the door to my locker room in rage.
"F*CK! F*CK! F*CK!"
I banged my arms against the locker, still yelling and still frustrated that once again, I'd been defeated, and by somebody as pathetic as Daniel Kirkbride.
A referee walked past the locker room, presumably heard me yelling, and opened the door.
"Hey, calm down!"
"Calm down?"
"You wanna f*cking tell me to calm down?! HUH?!"
I grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall.
"You wanna tell me to calm down?!"
"..easy..let me go!"
"Get the f*ck out of here.
..
NOW!"
The referee left as I sat down on the bench and put my hands on my head, once again wondering why I was unsuccessful.
-------------------------------------------
I never let many people into my life.
I'm a very private person. I keep to myself, and I like it that way.
But when I knew that this was coming.. I had to find somebody.. anybody.
And I looked at a guy.. a new guy around here.. Jon Gotch. When u look at him, I see an angry young man. I see a violent young man.
I see traits of myself. I've put my trust into him. The first time, he failed me, and I was f*cking angry. I'll admit, I lost my temper, and it pissed me off.
I rarely give second chances, so Jon Gotch better count himself.. lucky.
Heh.. luck.
Luck.. luck. Jon Gotch's luck has just improved.. unlike everybody else in that match.
H.U.2.. fantastic. It's like Hollywood Unhinged 1.0, but twice as bad! Hooray. I don't care if this is Jayson Garrett's way of continuing Chase's legacy, because, let's not beat around the bush, Chase was a piece of sh*t. Diamond Jack Sabbath? Just another victim.
Ante Whitner, yeah, I'll give it to you, you're a tough guy, hell, you're even a little crazy, but you've got nothing on Axel Thornstowe.
Michael Kyzer? Don't even get me started. Yeah, I've seen what you're capable of. Does it worry me?
Absolutely f*cking not. Yeah, you act tough, but believe me, like I said about your partner, you've got nothing on Axel Thornstowe.
Come Choke Hold?
The New Face Of Insanity rises. The pain spreads. Panic sets in. The end begins.
"F*CK! F*CK! F*CK!"
I banged my arms against the locker, still yelling and still frustrated that once again, I'd been defeated, and by somebody as pathetic as Daniel Kirkbride.
A referee walked past the locker room, presumably heard me yelling, and opened the door.
"Hey, calm down!"
"Calm down?"
"You wanna f*cking tell me to calm down?! HUH?!"
I grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall.
"You wanna tell me to calm down?!"
"..easy..let me go!"
"Get the f*ck out of here.
..
NOW!"
The referee left as I sat down on the bench and put my hands on my head, once again wondering why I was unsuccessful.
-------------------------------------------
I never let many people into my life.
I'm a very private person. I keep to myself, and I like it that way.
But when I knew that this was coming.. I had to find somebody.. anybody.
And I looked at a guy.. a new guy around here.. Jon Gotch. When u look at him, I see an angry young man. I see a violent young man.
I see traits of myself. I've put my trust into him. The first time, he failed me, and I was f*cking angry. I'll admit, I lost my temper, and it pissed me off.
I rarely give second chances, so Jon Gotch better count himself.. lucky.
Heh.. luck.
Luck.. luck. Jon Gotch's luck has just improved.. unlike everybody else in that match.
H.U.2.. fantastic. It's like Hollywood Unhinged 1.0, but twice as bad! Hooray. I don't care if this is Jayson Garrett's way of continuing Chase's legacy, because, let's not beat around the bush, Chase was a piece of sh*t. Diamond Jack Sabbath? Just another victim.
Ante Whitner, yeah, I'll give it to you, you're a tough guy, hell, you're even a little crazy, but you've got nothing on Axel Thornstowe.
Michael Kyzer? Don't even get me started. Yeah, I've seen what you're capable of. Does it worry me?
Absolutely f*cking not. Yeah, you act tough, but believe me, like I said about your partner, you've got nothing on Axel Thornstowe.
Come Choke Hold?
The New Face Of Insanity rises. The pain spreads. Panic sets in. The end begins.