Congrats Mike, it only took you some three thousand words to figure out one simple truth.
Bobbinette Carey is a horrible person.
Why the fuck did you think I picked her to team up with right now? Certainly not because she is the goodie two shoes Bobbinette Carey from 2008. You think you’re breaking some big secret here? Come on Mike. You think a man who considers himself to be a fucking Anti-Christ is going to team with a fucking angel?
And yes, you beat me last week. You beat me with a cheap ass rollup. You beat me with a basic ass wrestling move. Congratulations on all that too. You beat the hardcore icon of HOW with a wrestling move in a wrestling match. Who ever saw that coming. You knew you couldn’t beat me in a hardcore fight. You were scared. So you’ve done the only smart thing in the last few weeks and decided not to engage me in a fight you knew you wouldn’t win.
That tag team win eats you alive. No matter how fucking technical it was… it kills you and it kills you even more that I gloated about it. That I gloated about the only pinfall loss you have taken since 2015. Sure, I didn’t pin you, but your team got pinned. You could have broken it up. You didn’t. You could have beaten me or Carey. You didn’t. Cry about the special guest referee not calling it down the middle and kicking your ass. Cause that’d be hypocrictical with it being the eMpire’s whole fucking gimmick. It’s all about the win… and however it’s gotten, doesn’t matter.
It’s not me beating you and gloating that really bothers you. I’ve beaten you before. I’ve beaten you for titles. People forget that. Because your loud ass mouth drowns out the memories. Who can even hear themselves think to remember me taking the ICON title from you in 2012, killing what was at the title going to be a record breaking ICON title length.
What bothers you about that loss is it’s the closest you came to truly being beat that anyone has come since 2015. Two DQ losses. Those are easy to write off. You kneed Cancer Jiles out of a steel cage. You can spin that. Your tag team member eating a pinfall that you could have broken up if you had just been… a better partner. That… that is a bit harder for you to turn into something other than you got beat.
So the best wrestler in HOW got a wrestling win with a wrestling move over The Hardcore Artist. Do you feel better now Mike? Do you feel like you have avenged your loss? You think you have proven some kind of point? Cause you still lost a match to me two weeks ago and I’ll still gloat about it because I know how much it drives you crazy. You beat me and Carey this week and win the imaginary, fairytale, only 39% legitimate Tag Team Titles… and I’ll still gloat how I’m the only person to get a pinfall victory against you.
For some reason I will and always will live rent free in your head Mike. I annoy you… and I love it. You can claim it’s like a fruit fly annoying a person… but you still can’t swat me away. You can’t shake me and you sure as fuck won’t knee any quote unquote sense into my head.
So you won, you won another match against me. Another chance to be mangled before your World Title match at Rumble. Sure, I know I have a big match too coming up. The HOTv Title is on the line and I get a chance to once again I have won every title in the last two eras of HOW. But you still have SOOOOO much more to lose Mike. A tenth reign and you get to prove that despite a year of HOFC fights, you can still claim to be the greatest wrestler in HOW. You lose to Fuse… and people will start to believe the career of Mike Best is finally starting to… decline.
So with all that, let’s change things up this week. You proved you can beat me in a wrestling match… why don’t you prove you have a set of balls and face me in a hardcore tag team match this week. Try to prove you can beat me in a match style I know you can’t. Or just be a bitch again and waste this match proving you can out wrestle me.
Afraid I’ll hurt you Mike? You don’t need to answer… after last week we all know the answer is yes. It’s ok Mike. It’s ok to admit it, you’re scared of me.
Somewhere Above The USA
In An Airplane Carey Shouldn’t Be Able To Afford
Flying back from the debacle that was Carey spitting on a Columbus statue as she made the most forced comparison to Mike Best on a day commemorating a monster. No, not Mike Best, Columbus. Mike can try to play as the good guy here. I see how he is trying to play dumb so people outside of that shithole of Chicago will cheer him. But it’s all a fucking act. Mike Best as a good person? That’s fucking funny.
As I sit on Carey’s private plane… which I’m sure is in an eye murdering bright fucking magenta paint scheme. I start to wonder just what the fuck I am doing here in HOW though. Sure, all I wanna do is hurt people now in HOW. But assholes like Mike Best are too smart to allow him to fall into a situation where I can actually do any real harm. He won’t accept my challenge, he’ll wanna rassle…
Did I ever say that wrestling sucks?
It’s obviously not something I’ve ever cared for, despite being in the business for over twenty years. I like to beat the shit outta people with weapons. I like to make people bleed. I like to mangled bodies by any means necessary. I’m not a wrestler. I’m a fighter.
So it makes me wonder if even staying here is really worth it for me.
I look at my phone and the digital version of my HOW contract as I see a date that really gets my attention.
October 12th, 2021
That is when my HOW contract expires.
I could beat Mike and Farthington come Saturday and run off into the sunset with the imaginary Tag Team Titles. I could show up at Alcatraz and do the same with the HOTv title. I mean do you really think that an event held on the island where an old prison was… where pretty much anything goes would ever be a sanctioned wrestling event?
Do you understand the liability that is involved?
No… cause none of you could ever comprehend the business side of wrestling like I do.
Rumble at the Rock in unsanctioned… and as such I don’t need a contract with HOW to show up and murder the fuck out of the so call sinful shitheads that have been booked in this match.
So is it really worth staying?
I honestly don’t know.
HOW is not the same place that I joined in 2008. It’s not even the same place that I returned too when Lee brought it back from the dead.
Bet he wishes he had that power for himself right now.
I’m not motivated the same as I was before. I’m not enjoying the vibe in the backstage like I did before. So why should I stay? Should I go somewhere else? Should I open something else? I’m a talented motherfucker, I know how to run a wrestling promotion. But HOW continues to ignore me there. They continue to treat me like… well shit. It’s not my playground and it will never be here, regardless of how much effort I put into HOW. No matter what I give to the fed.
Whatever though… my contract is up in a few days and no one has even contacted me about an extension. I can’t even get anyone to talk to me anymore, let alone reach out to me themselves. So what the fuck is the point. I used to own half of HOW and now I’m treated like some shitbag who some reason you think would ever try to take HOW down.
They think everything is ok with me and the fed… but I’m still fucking hurt. I’m still upset and no one really seems to give a fuck.
Oddest thing is I think Mike actually cares the most about me in HOW. In his own crazy fucking way. It’s one reason why I think he keeps wanting to face off against me. That and I beat him. Did I mention that yet here? I beat MIke Best.
So as I sit on this plane, heading back to the west coast for the final Refueled before Rumble, I have lots of things to ponder. My future in HOW. My strategy against Mike Best and Cecilworth Farthington, the scariest tag team ever in HOW history. A duo that I’m sure when Lee was alive he made sure would never happen because who in the fuck could ever dream of beating just one of them, forget them both at the same time.
But Lee Best is dead, and all bets are off the table now. Mike and Cecil can team up and win a pair of imaginary titles to fill their far from imaginary egos.