First off, I need to give credit where credit’s due. You delivered an authentic promo. Glad whatever button I hit paid off. You’re welcome.
Now that we got that out of the way, I think I’ve finally figured you out, Steve. False flags, exaggerated examples, and scintillating stupidity. The latter might seem like an oxymoron, but after watching your last couple promos, and scratching my head trying to make sense of your mental gymnastics… it finally hit me. Diversion and distraction.
That’s what The Miracle Man does.
I mention my former tag partner a total of 3 times and that turns into me thinking I’m facing him instead of you… Blink blink… huh? I don’t even know how you’d take any of what I said and spin it like that, but…
That’s what The Miracle Man does.
I think the negative in your latest work of… art… was letting your insecurity hang out for all to see. Again. You couldn’t even take compliments without racking your brain and somehow trying to claim I contradicted myself. I didn’t. And I won’t swerve. You’re much younger than me. You’re faster. You might even be stronger than me at this point, too. All facts. Instead of trying to pretend otherwise, like apparently you would, I accept reality.
“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.”
A pretty smart dude said that. And as much as you think you’ve pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes. You didn’t. And you can’t fool yourself, Stevey. Is that why you exaggerate? Is that why you deflect? Short term fixes for a long term problem.
Maybe if you had a fully functioning brain, you’d read between the lines.
I know what I am. I have a pretty good idea of who you are. And on paper, I realize I’m completely outmatched. For someone as full of themselves as you appear to be, you shouldn’t have such a hard time understanding that I’m being genuine. But you couldn’t. And that’s because, despite you not being able to realize it, your gut told you otherwise.
Let’s try and make this less painful for that bald head of yours.
Have you ever fought with, or competed against someone much older than you? Say, for example, your dad?
I remember, time after time, being a late teen and knowing I had my old man outmatched in every physical attribute. But when push came to shove, the bastard got the better of me. Whether it was wrapping a foot around the leg of the table during an arm wrestling match, or hitting a sore spot with the perfect line of trash talk during a game of hoops to get under my skin. There are things old dogs, like yours truly, know to help get the advantage.
And trust me, if you want to walk into that cage this weekend as if the end of our story is prewritten, you’re closer to an embarrassing loss than you know.
You might have a Masters in delusion, but I’ve got experience. I know how to hit back, where to hit back, and when. I know how to use an opponent’s confidence, or lack thereof, against them.
Just like you so casually, and dismissively, stated… I’m a fuckin’ Bandit, Harrison. Despite our spotty track record at High Octane, we are still sought after and taken seriously. Not by you, maybe, but that’s okay. It should speak volumes for the rest, though.
This has been isn’t about to let history hold him hostage. He’s made that mistake twice before.
I let the successes of my past cloud my judgement when I first got to High Octane, and suffered for it. Then I let my failures furlough my self worth and awareness, and wasn’t able to get out of my own way. You look like the former Dooze right now. And as you know, that’s still an insult.
Don’t make the same mistakes I did, kid.
Now, I’ll finish how I started. With age comes consistency, at the very least. So in that vein, it was nice to see you grow some. A little painful, but growth typically is just that. Going from your fake rage bullshit to an actually aggressive delivery in your second promo was a good step forward.
Despite having plenty of work left on that front, you actually showed a shade of authenticity. Good for you. You made this old man proud.
Now show up this Saturday and kick his ass…
If you can.