- Event: #97RED
Hey Mike where’d you go? Why am I posting first? Thought you’d have trash talk ready but I guess you’re running scared LOL. Where the fuck are you and why aren’t you working on MY schedule!?
Please forgive me for going ahead without you, I got a little impatient.
Annoying when someone else does this, isn’t it? Like we all gotta work around your time.
Naa bro, for the next two weeks you’re working on MINE. So sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and read my words.
Guess I’d be worried if I was facing me, too. ‘Cause you can’t fucking touch me, Mike. Not today.
Agility? Speed? A joke compared to me.
Toughness? Resilience? I always get back up.
Stamina? Endurance? I can do this 24/7.
The bottomline is you don’t have the 2021 skills or striking ability. You’ve grown soft. The OG Mike Best I knew would’ve wasted Darin Zion in round one with no fucking care in the world regarding anyone else’s HuRt fEEliNgS. The Mike Best I started watching would’ve frothed at the mouth to salivate over whatever ignorant dipshit had the audacity to fight. No free passes with the Mike I knew.
This ‘23 Mike is trash panda.
Oh, sure, you didn’t think the fourth post was necessary. Or the first post. So cute. Adorable. Nifty. Get bent. That’s such soft shit, man. We’re not playing at the kiddies table… anyone who signs up for the supposed “best wrestling fed on the planet” knows exactly what they’re getting into.
So pick on someone your own size.
Come to think of it…
I’M YOUR OWN SIZE, MIKE. COME PICK ON ME.
…Or you enjoy being the big fish in the small, pathetic HOFC pond.
I think that’s exactly what’s going on. Take the lower tier and just absolutely wreck them, while giving false hope. And you know what… it’s a pretty sick gig for you. Coast. Suit up in that dope black and gold three piece, take badass walking pics with pops… then stumble down into the octagon, do your thing… rinse and repeat. No real challenges. No big steps forward. Not anymore. Now you’ll just stay in the land daddy provides.
I digress. Come to think of it… that’s not soft at all. That’s snowflake shit. High Octane is 2023 Mike Best’s bullshit safe space.
Because you’re too fucking scared to do ANYTHING otherwise.
You know who I do have respect for, though?
Your son.
You heard me. For as much as he is a Best, he also ISN’T now, is he? ‘Cause he did something daddy would’ve never done in today’s world. Venture off into the land of the unknown without your narcissistic ass on top of him.
I’m not here to talk about what happened recently. That’s low hanging, easy-out fruit. In fact… what happened doesn’t bother me. We’re competitors. Passionate people care. And your son was passionate about putting himself out there… letting it all hang… even though it didn’t exactly work out.
I don’t think you’d be able to take such a direction with your current career. A Mike Best loss in today’s world would tear down his unstoppable SON of GOD MODE legacy. Even though it really wouldn’t. But you’re too much of a wimp, regardless.
That’s why you stay with dad’s company and ONLY dad’s company, huh? It’s why, sure, you’ll put the call out to PWA for an HOFC match but not a regular match. It’s why I meet you in the cage. ‘Cause deep down you know…
You don’t have the energy to do anything else.
You might not have the honest skills anymore, either.
But definitely, outside HOFC… you might fucking lose.
And Mike Best can’t stomach a loss. Not today’s Mike. Maybe not ever. Maybe I looked at OG Mike with 97rose coloured glasses when in reality, you’re a disgusting, pigshit prick who gets hard doing the same old shit. Hope you’re not outta shit soon.
Don’t worry though. We’ll have plenty of time to talk. You’ll have plenty of time to defend yourself and discredit what I say, since that’s your style. And then, when all is said and done, you’ll have plenty of time to lick your wounds when I Completely Murder PUNK you at your own game.
Or maybe, just maybe…
You’ll only have 7 minutes and 50 seconds to do so.
Either way, post 1 through 5 will be necessary. I’ll make sure of that.
Talk soon, Mike.
I’m counting on it.