I finally understand why Lee shaves his head… other than hiding the male pattern baldness I can only hope the failed pull out method passed on to Mike Best.
It’s honestly pretty freeing… cold… but freeing.
Yes, the dreads are gone… and of course, predictably, Mike thinks it’s all about him and he “got me” to do it.
This is for HOFC… this is for a title that deserves respect. Deserves… not the Best… but a raging Woody that’s gonna fuck Mike’s pretty little world up. Anything goes in that cage and I won’t let something like hair give you anymore of the advantage you already have. I need to bring my top game. I need to cut as many liabilities as I can before I enter that hallowed cage.
Plus do you understand the time it takes to maintain dreadlocks like I… had. Not to mention dying them weekly that blood red color.
Cause no… contrary to those who were left behind, I’m not a ginger. But hey, when your IQ is as low as the ABV on those Bud Lights your butt chugging in the back of some Jersey Shore bar… I’m not surprised about the confusion.
Oh Gino… don’t worry Mike, I’m not passing on that G-trainwreck in HOW history.
Think you hit me in the back of the head on my soft spot? That you struck a nerve getting Gino? It’s no surprise you skimmed the surface for more easy shit with that Situation… sorry, Shitbag. Dragging him outta whatever cease pool he’s in now and try to revise history with the time you failed to make a joke of me and the HOFC title.
Oh, but I’m the bad guy in this story… not Gino and Mike Best. They’re the “heroes”. Mike can never be in the wrong… ever! Something can’t not go Mike Best’s way for once and his crew get “wronged”.
But poor fucking Gino was gonna make a real run at things in HOW though!
He was a fucking joke.
So let’s give him a HOFC title shot in his first fucking match!
But he beat you fair and square five promos to three…
So I don’t have to even fight you after I murder you here Mike? I can just declare myself the fucking winner?
Let’s get this straight. Gino never beat me. You and crew wanted to screw me over… to humiliate me and instead I shattered his fucking face in that ring. You wanted to make a joke of HOFC… fine, do it without me, here is the title. Hilarious how you claim to respect it now… now that you’re the champion of course.
I wasn’t giving you the chance to screw me over. Because I knew I wouldn’t have the luxury of a rematch the next week like after you fucked up and dropped the World Title to Adonis Smyth in his debut match. He wasn’t a slapstick sidekick… so all that rolls off your reputation, plus you got that rematch and won it back next week. Being beat by Gino, even with your help… it’d be another thing I’d never hear the end of from you and the circle jerk crew.
But then Mike… sorry Gino… even though like back then, we all know you behind every single word that came out of Gino’s mouth today. So give it up and pull your hand outta that puppet’s ass. Hope he douched… No? Gross.
So… I want Mike tested before this match. For both fisting that walking STD dumpster Gino… and for the woman he’s gotta cross state line to find who is willing to fuck him.
Maybe. Fingers crossed!
Say what you want about me Mike… I can stay in my state to get laid after my divorce… keyword also, AFTER. But hey… nothing Mike does is ever wrong… right?
But anyhow, Gino-Best then brings up… Rob… not DeNucci… Rob.
He does this knowing the position that puts me in. Trying to lure me into taking shots at a man who is no longer with us…
I won’t bite Mike.
I know though just how scared you must be to have Gino invoke him to help you try and beat me. That is the level Mike is sinking to right now after he’s realized the poor choice he made this week in poking a man who has been waiting for this match ever since HOW refueled up…