Dildo

Do you honestly think Sektor will give a shit if you dickless morons actually deliver on your promises? Do you really think he will so much as blink an eye if you somehow manage to beat me?

No, he won’t. Know why? Because he’s a ruthless mother fucker who will just toss me aside and find someone else to invest in. And I respect that.

You guys can waste your breath all you want making this about Sektor. All you’re doing is distracting yourselves from the real task in hand..

..ME!

I’m not here to do painfully unfunny segments. I’m not here as a human prop to give some sustenance to a character who’s pulling power died the moment his Tag partner cut him loose. 

Because that’s what you are, Wabbit. A fucking prop. You should have called yourself WAMPANT WABBIT. Why? Because you’re a dildo! A sex toy for Jatt to milk his prostate he calls charisma with.

It’s not your fault that your manager only knows how to evoke one emotion from the audience…a few giggles. That’s all you’re offering, though. A new way for Jatt to try and channel his only channel but I’m sorry Wabbit, I haven’t laughed once since hearing your annoying fucking voice.

In fact, I cringed. I’ve seen a lot of people do these HOFC promos horribly, but you take the fucking biscuit homie. It’s painful to watch and listen to. You’ve left me nothing else to say other than how bad at this you are. Even Jatt has to take the lead to hold your hand through this entire fucking process. 

You hear Sektor’s voice? No. Because this is My fight. This is my opportunity to fuck up and learn from it and I will make many mistakes but i will make them myself.

I’m here to win. Pure and simple. I’m here to show what I have to offer. I’m coming to the HOW octagon to highlight my potential and hopefully give a World class Hall of Famer all the info he needs to invest in me as his successor. 

I’m not playing childish games. I’m not here for comedy value. I’m here to land my talented fist right on the button of your jaw. Mask or not, I will find that sweet spot and turn the off the lights to this shit show of yours.

You know Wabbit, the only time I paid attention to your promo was when you spoke. I don’t just mean because I have to really concentrate through that annoying fucking lisp of yours that is already tedius and milked to death. No, I listened because I was actually interested in what you were saying. 

Telling me that you wanted to break me down, make me bleed, make me cry, open me up to see what I was made of. That was actually fucking good and it got me pumped. But then your fat, YES FAT, blonde cunt of a manager interrupted you and undermined every point you had to make, rendering the entire thing fucking pointless.

This match is supposed to be Adam Ellis vs Wabbid Wabbit. I literally did not think that title could get any more ridiculous until Jatt began to make this whole thing about him, his issues, his jealousy, his insecurities, creating a big fat Jatt Shaped shadow over this entire build. 

You’re so dead when you enter that octagon and you don’t even realise it. You have literally no clue how I am absolutely gonna flawlessly snap your neck and skin you alive. I’ll be making Watership down look like an episode of little house on the prairie. I’m gonna get booked for animal cruelty. 

I’m gonna fuck you up. I can’t look you in the eyes because you hide behind a mask. But it doesn’t matter because you’re playing second fiddle. So I’ll look into Jatts eyes when he sees his latest shitty idea get flushed down the toilet.