It’s been six long months since I was last inside a HOW ring.
It’s been six months since Dan Ryan left me a broken heap when he launched me out of the ring with a running powerbomb.
It’s been six months since your father decided to have another laugh at my painful expense when he fired me from High Octane Wrestling.
What didn’t kill me made me stronger as the surgeries to repair my broken nose, busted orbital bone, and the four out of the five lumbar in my back were a complete success.
I was stuck in a hospital bed watching a fucking joke of a tournament to crown a new HOFC champion after your old man decided to bring it back officially. I respect what the HOFC championship represents and I have the upmost respect for everyone that has held that championship or have challenged for it because HOFC is a unique division that everyone can’t handle. However, it was a dead giveaway who was going to be in the finals: Mike Best and Dan Ryan.
Shawn Warstein and Hudson Hughes were hyped as some of the best and premier shit talkers around and these two bums couldn’t find the time to fucking show up.
You vouched for them, didn’t you Michael?
Jason Cashe; a legendary shit talker from 4CW, was hyped up by given a bye and he was bounced harder than Lebron James flopping on the court.
Hell, even legendary shit talkers from HOW like: Bobby Dean, Scottywood, Jatt Starr, and Brian Hollywood couldn’t even make it to the elite eight of the tournament.
A predictable final with an even more predictable conclusion.
Ever since you won that championship the HOFC division has still been a fucking joke.
For two long years you have been begging Daddy Best to dust the cobwebs off of the division, but to no avail. You became so fucking thirsty for the HOFC division that you literally dug up the HOFC championship from the hole you buried it in with the shovel you supposedly killed Kostoff with to face an uninterested Christopher America. I’m sure if he could go back and angle it he would’ve abstained from the match taking place in the first place.
The funny thing is, when you were defending that title unofficially you were getting more ass than a toilet seat wanting to challenge you and knock that smug grin off of your fucking face and now you’re begging…..literally begging people to challenge you. Keith Sweat would’ve been proud of you.
How far has this division fallen since it was established?
I remember seeing people like Chris Kostoff, Black Mamba, Austin Reeves, Bob Jared, Scottywood, Christopher America, Jatt Starr, and Michael DeNucci beating the hell out of one another to challenge for the opportunity to face the HOFC champion. Back then, the champion didn’t have to beg to have challengers face him, but now it seems you are given a pity challenger once every thirty days to satisfy your mandatory title defense.
Maybe you’re too good that no one wants to face you.
Maybe you’ve caved in Dan Ryan’s skull so many times he’s thrown in the towel to face you again.
Wasn’t your bestie supposed to be challenging you at War Games? Didn’t he claim it was his favorite division?
However, when the opportunity calls I’m not one to turn down a challenge especially when a championship is involved and when the announcement was made the comments from the peanut gallery were loud and clear.
This is a fucking cake walk for Mike.
Something about binders.
All I know is that I’m the only one with big enough balls that wants to face Mike Best in his specialty match with a stipulation of this magnitude. People like Jace, Lindz, Farthington, Jiles, and the others talk a big game but when the shit gets real they cower and hide like the little bitches that they are.
They like talking the talk, but I am the one who is willing to walk the walk.
Mike, you may be the Alpha of the HOFC division….correction, the Alpha of HOW, but at War Games I’m the Omega and we are going to do this one last time. We are going to war and the only game that will be played is your endgame.