This is ridiculous.
Xander you have the studying credentials of a blind person unable to use brail.
I am certain you need that explained because you could not take five minutes out of your miserable life to do any research on me.
You sure could mention Clay Byrd repeatedly like I give a shit about your adoration for someone who wouldn’t think twice about killing you.
Inaccuracies are your name-o.
I was not a member of The Best Alliance during my run in HOFC. Seriously, this is very easy to look up. I suppose Eris cannot read and mind rape you the information.
This isn’t a fucking military unit and even it was you don’t have your Foot Solider face and defeat Lindsay Troy. I am not ranked even higher because I am reserved for big matches. Your HOFC ranking makes you a big match even if you are as intimidating as Aphrodite. You get that, right? Ugh, the annoying stuff I must put up with.
I am not sure where parody ends and you begin, Xander. I seriously don’t know if you believe the nonsense you are spouting but it is becoming laughable to me.
Please save your embarrassing comments about me using grade school rhetoric to yourself when you literally said money can’t buy you happiness. Are you for real? Are you sniffing glue to wake up and go to sleep? The only people who believe that are broke or trying to keep people from making money.
You are probably both because I can only assume you live in a dark, dank cave with bloodless goats you tortured for your sacrifices to your Goddess and you seem to really hate the fact I like money.
If you were a college professor, it would be at Trump University so please stop with this tired cliché bullshit about me being a scam artist because you are obviously the tenured clown with that. Also, it is not my fault you have spent your whole life in imagination-land that you think that Fairfax is in backwater Virginia. Turn your laptop on, google the city…it is not that freaking hard.
You straight own yourself repeatedly. It is making me angry that you think you deserve a shot at Mike Best when you cannot take five minutes from your pathetic life to do a shred of research on me.
Is it because you think I am not worth it? That makes me even angrier and if you even look at me sideways on Saturday, I will chop that throat of yours until you cannot breathe any longer. How am I supposed to take you seriously with all the nonsense coming out of your mouth?
I might be an asshole, but you cannot say I am a liar when it comes to the human condition. I am brash and bold because being timid gets you nowhere in HOW or in life. You seem to think I care what the other members of The Best Alliance think of me. If you had done just a tad of homework you would know that I am not exactly on good terms with several of the guys.
They would probably all give you a golf clamp if for some reason I have a stroke and die in the ring (only way you could beat me). Lee Best has me on board because I think even less of that other group of frauds and when you get handed that sweet, sweet money you leave the past in the past.
I am sure you don’t understand someone needing your talents. But you certainly love the past since your Goddess became immaterial over two thousand years ago.
What everyone needs from you is to get your head out of the oven and realize you have burned yourself and have no way back against a spine stealer like me. I want to tear you down so hard that you complain to HR about the big bad meanie that is The Miracle Man. Of course, that would mean I leave you conscious enough to speak after I knock you even more silly then you already are.
I don’t claim to be an angel so when you are gasping for air and seeing your chance flicker before your eyes, I will not hesitate to send another foreman at your temple. Pray for my forgiveness, pal.
I will then sleep with a smile on my face in all that money you despise so much, you insect.