Creeper Status Avoided

Wow.

I don’t know what to say to that.

Congrats Michael. Your three promos were a nice combination of attacks: jab, hook, and knockout uppercut.

Most people would’ve conceded and tapped out after reading that promo and would be waiting for the inevitable this upcoming Sunday in the cage, but I must be a glutton for punishment because I’m still here doing what I do terrible at and that’s trash talk. That’s right, I’m prying myself off of the canvas before the referee counts to ten and telling Hortega or Boettcher that I’m willing to continue because that’s who I am.

I’m not the smartest.

But I don’t quit.

Never have and never will.

Since you blew up the Fourth Wall and there is a gaping hole in the middle of it, I will address the Flickr incident. I was a little confused when you mentioned I had pictures of your old girlfriend and when I went back and actually looked, I did to my embarrassment. You are correct when you said you didn’t give it to me individually, but you did share amongst the Skype side chats years ago like you would show us previews of the graphics you use to make because that’s the only way I know I could’ve had it was from my old Skype folder of HOW graphics. Good news, like the title of your promo, I did delete the picture and all is right in the world.

Creeper status avoided.

I save HOW graphics just like HOW shows because if something happens to Lee’s computer or the site at least they are backed up and won’t be lost like the Golden Era of HOW. I love HOW and I love its history so I will maintain its history the best I can and if that makes me creepy than I’m guilty as charged.

Pssh!

I have to know one thing; did you draft Bryce Young or CJ Stroud to the Texans when you were playing Madden? Either way it won’t matter because the Texans will fuck up their draft in the real world anyways.

You don’t want me to claim I’m your best acquisition because it’s embarrassing.

Fine.

I never said or implied I was your greatest rival with the Batman analogy.

You want to knock my victory over you.

Fine.

The truth is you weren’t even in HOW at that point in time because you were still in UTAH when I won the world title for the first time. However, when you didn’t win the big one over there you realized the DREAM wasn’t greener on the other side and you returned to HOW. Since I was champion, you decided to reward me your attention for ICONIC after you basically told me to fuck off the five years prior. I don’t give a shit if it was close or not the fact is I won and you lost. If you think its humiliating then you should’ve done a better job at preventing it from happening. Hell, if you didn’t get cute and write a fucking poem in UTA you may have won the title with Alex Beckman but we will never know, will we?

You want the God’s honest truth Michael?

You’re the one that is absolute dog shit.

You say you’re here to coach and make us better, but when have you ever done that? The people that have truly helped me in HOW are not in the company anymore and will probably never return.

I have asked you for advice many times and you never had time for me, gave me terrible advice to the point Lee had to text me and ask what the fuck I was doing or great ideas would never materialize because of you.

Don’t believe me everyone?

That storyline that Hollywood ran with years ago about starting from the bottom and having a redemption story was supposed to be me and Michael Lee Best was supposed to be my manager and trainer. When I would call to see when we could get started on it and I became invisible and I wasn’t important enough to render a response.

Coaches find ways to uplift and motivate their teams to do their best, but Michael Lee Best only knows how to bring them down and destroy their hopes with negativity and lies of hopefulness.

Good talk coach.

Put me in so I can take the knee and end this fucking misery.