Did Mike Best just compare Nepotism to Affirmative Action?
Of course he fucking did… which is sooooo cool and fucking edgy. Bet the boys in the Discord really popped at that one fucking up. Stevens probably gave it the fire emoji. Thinking that your struggles over the past couple years in HOW, fighting people beating the dead horse that is you being handed shit because of his last name. Thinking that compares in ANY fucking realm with the nearly three hundred years of shit that African Americans… or anyone of color has gone through… is just fucking sad. I’d say I expect better from Mike Best, but we all know that Mike Best has no level he won’t sink too.
Yeah, odd to hear from a guy who has given the fuck up on the fans… given the fuck up on sobriety and life just about, who is getting booed week in and week out now in HOW. But Mike will of course say it’s not because I’m a bad guy… it’s that they boo me because I’m just so horrible. Cause he’s such a smart fan, knowing what all the marks are fucking thinking.
If he wasn’t a pro wrestler, I’d bet he’d be a short balding man slut, just like the rest of those wrestling marks. He’d probably get together with a couple other wrestling nerds, fly across the country and see a wrestling show together just based on a rumor that Mario Maurako was gonna be there. They’d stand in line for hours after, waiting to buy his one night only Whack-O-Meter shirt and then eat some shitty ice cream bars shaped in an open palm that had Carey’s face on them.
Cause isn’t domestic abuse hilarious in 2021?
Go ahead Mike, try to play that one off as it was a wrestling thing. Mario Maurako assaulted his ex-wife and an arena full of people cheered. We weren’t in a ring, there was no match, we weren’t even dressed in our ring gear anymore. Did we try to get one over on Mario earlier in the show by paying a local indy wrestler to take some shots? Sure, it was hilarious to listen to the shits in Minneapolis boo… and it felt fucking good. Guess that hurt the fragile little ego of Mario Maurako though. Guess after all the women he has assaulted, watching one beat up a look alike of him was just too much. We can’t let that stain the wonderful reputation and career of a man that flaked out running a whole tag team division and owning ten percent of HOW.
But we’re not facing Mario this week… cause that would have made so much more sense in booking. Mario and Solex versus Carey and Scottywood. I could have lived with that. But no, instead some back door deal Mike and Solex made with daddy for them to team together in the future made this match happen. But no, that wasn’t nepotism either. Everyone gets to make those kinds of back door deals with Lee Best.
You know I won’t go far down that road Mike. But we both know you have gotten an upper hand from your relationship with Lee. Deny it as always… but you have learned what he is thinking and what he is looking for better than anyone else could… and you have modeled yourself around that. How could I blame you, especially with the shitty name you came into HOW with. But you also do deserve to be at the top of the card in HOW. I will be the first person to say that. You are the most dangerous person in HOW… ever. So it’s party why I’m so pissed that when I get a hair of momentum, I have to once again face off with Mike Best.
We didn’t beat this feud into the ground enough after I fought Gino and you in HOFC fights? Now let’s throw Scotty and Mike in a tag team match against each other. There is nothing left here. Sure, I was probably the person that came the closest to taking that HOFC Title off you Mike. Plus I was the first person to ever survive your fucking Murder Elbows.
Not in any specific month, or the only Hall of Famer to. The first person ever. Period.
We both know how this game works and that’s how I almost took that HOFC Title off you months ago. When like I said, that I was the first person to ever survive your fucking Murder Elbows. But in the end, almost doesn’t matter… I lost that match…and I ate a barbed wire wrapped knee brace to my jaw. One that thanks to taking a fucking mace to it at War Games, is even more vulnerable. But hey… whose to say I won’t survive a knee this weekend and retire another one of your shitty fucking moves.
Maybe then you can compare how me ruining your super protected knee is like all the Asian hate going on the past year and a half.
But let’s not stop there on the list of hypocritical shit Mike spewed in this description less HOFC rant void that me and him are both occupying this week. Let’s add some fat shaming in there and tell Carey to get on a bicycle to get back into ring shape. Has Mike Best been stalking Bobbinette in his free time from dreaming about broing it out with Daddy and Solex to know what kind of shape Carey is in? Wrestling is full of big wrestler who have been known to fucking go. What about Bobby Dean? Everyone LOVED fat fucking Bobby Dean, they called him Beautiful… and everyone is loving him still now that he is putting the pounds back on. But just because Bobbinette is no longer Barbie skinny like Tara, Kirtsa and every other female in HOW that Lee whacks off too every lonely night, that means she isn’t in ring shape?
Fuck you too, Mike!
And we haven’t even touched the fact you just assume that Carey came back and needed to team with me to help her accomplish any of the goals she has set. Yes, she wants to win War Games again… which she did survive along with Shane Reynolds and as captain chose to take the World Title for herself. Check your fucking facts. I know it’s one that doesn’t have Mike Best’s name on it, so you’d think it’d be easy to remember.
Look at that shit, a compliment and an insult. Are you sure you can handle both at the same time? I know you get your brain from daddy… and he hasn’t shown he can use it lately.
But sure, brag you never had to make that choice in your War Games, just don’t ever try and claim you wouldn’t make the same damn choice every single fucking time. She doesn’t need to team with a raging fucking alcoholic that barely shows up at the last minute for shows, I need her Mike. I won my first match in how many months after she showed up and kicked QT Reese’s head off. I then had to use every trick in the book just to beat Bobby Dean, who has somehow seemingly given up on life worse than me. But sure, go ahead and assume a woman teaming with a man means she needs him. I know you can’t fathom the idea of being friends with a woman and not just sticking your over hyped dick into them.
And go ahead Mike, keep lecturing the black woman that she has the same exact opportunities here in HOW as the white male son of the owner. That is a solid fucking look for you. Fuck, I might have been stuck in the nineties with my mindset, but maybe you used that Brenton Cross time machine and spent too much time back in the fucking fifties. Waiting next for those separate fountains to pop up in The Best Arena. Or maybe Carey’s HOF vote only counts for three fifths? How about we have a chat with Nigel Lette and see what he has been up to. You say she is treated the same, but I don’t see any of the whores Mike Best has fucked coming to the shows and bitch slapping the fuck outta you Mike.
But I could go on and on here Mike… Lee probably has already cut this from the HOTv feed, deleted the footage and banned my ass fully from HOW. So can we move on? I mean I know you think I wasn’t gonna show up this week after what happened on Refueled… but really? Me no show? I’m really fucking disappointed in any fucking dick who thinks I would do that. Daddy booked this shit for whatever dumb reason and I guess we gotta go at it one more time.
So time to leave the HOFC void and try to do something other than just overload this with trash talk. But let’s be fucking honest here… this is where everyone will stop. This is where all the fun is. Same with Mike’s promo. They only tuned in for his white misogynistic power rant on a black woman.
September 23rd, 2021
It’s early in the morning at the shitty ass apartment in Denver that The Hardcore Artist has rented for the few nights as he “prepares” for Refueled this week. That entails cracking open another New Belgium Voodoo IPA and downing it like someone downing water in the fucking desert. Why? Because he must face Mike Best again. So what is there really to prepare for? What more could Scottywood do before facing a man he has faced so many times in the past.
Ex wives aren’t the only things getting beaten around here in HOW. It’s fucking dead horses too. Scottywood versus Mike… how ever will this shit end? Cue the eye roll. Cue another knee to someone’s face. Go ahead, beat the dead Scottywood… gonna do a whole lot for everyone when Mike Best pins Scottywood for the hundredth fucking time.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The pounding on the door makes Scotty wince as he downs some more of his beer to fend off the always looming hangover headache. Slowly pulling himself up to his feet he makes his way over to the door, which he hasn’t even cared to locked and opens it up.
“I’m so sorry Scooter.” Answers Bobbinette Carey with a shopping cart full of beer cans and bottles.
Scotty just stares at her with a confused as fuck look on her face as Carey pushes the cart by Scotty and into the hotel room.
“I’m so sorry that I came up with the idea of beating up that Mario look alike. I’m sorry that got Mario to come to the arena and I’m sorry that he attacked you.” Apologizes Carey, over and over as finally Scotty has heard enough.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but shut up Carey.” Interjects Scotty as Carey is a little caught off guard as Scotty grabs one of the beers from the shopping cart and cracks it open before taking another long drink.
“You are the last fucking person who should be apologizing to me. There is a long list of mother fuckers out there… and you Carey are at the fucking bottom. Honestly I should be the one apologizing for not realizing that was Mario and cold cocking that son of a bitch the moment he emerged from that limo. I honestly thought it was Gordon Bombay.” Admits Scotty as he finishes the can of beer and tosses it towards the already overflowing trash can.
“Gordon Bombay? The coach from The Mighty Ducks?” Questions Carey as she watches Scotty grab a second can from the shopping cart.
“He was in a limo… like Bombay was when he went to the Ducks’ practice on that lake… and we were in Minnesota. Plus I was already drunk from celebrating what will probably be my last win ever in HOW.” Somewhat dejectedly says Scotty. He doesn’t want it to be his last win ever… but he is not going to back down in what he believes in.
“Wow…Great showing of confidence there Scooter.” Snaps back Carey, starting to worry about Scotty’s current attitude.
“Have you heard what I said in the HOFC trash talk void? I mean, I honestly don’t know how that shit works… but after what I said there, I’ll be surprised if they let me in the fucking building when I show up Saturday night.” Sorta laughs Scotty as he finishes another can of beer.
“Oh you’re getting in the damn building. And I appreciate that you’re not gonna no show. But I also know you didn’t bring me back to HOW just to lose my first match back. So I’m going to need you to not have the defeatist attitude. If I can’t apologize for Mario attacking us, which I feel uberly guilty for, then you aren’t allowed to give up before we even get in the damn ring.” Inspirationaly rants Carey as she looks over at the pile of empty cans and bottles then back to Scottywood. She wrinkles her nose and sighs.
“And yes, I heard you’re rant… in that mythical void you and Mike live in when you each… shoot. There was a lot of fire in that. I don’t know Mike Best well, but I can agree now that he is a hell of a wrestler. I still believe he may get some chances that he wouldn’t if he wasn’t a Best… but he always cashes in on them. You can give people as many chances as you’d like, but it’s still on them to make the most of them.”
“It fucking hurts me to admit it, but you can’t argue against the numbers… against history.” Admits Scotty as he shakes his head and cracks open beer number… honestly I have no idea. I lost count.
“I also see how he brings out the… for lack of a better term… the best of Scottywood. So I need you to bring that Scottywood to Refueled… and leave whatever Scottywood has been drinking Denver dry here in this shithole of a room. You actually paid money for this? Like this place isn’t condemned?” Questions Bobbinette as she looks around the room in utter disgust.
“You don’t have much time until you’re back in a cell at Alcatraz, being tempted with all the free beer you can drink. Do you wanna spend that time sitting in just as shitty of a room, drinking beer and resigning to the idea that you’ll once again lose to Mike Best?” Questions Carey as Scotty goes to take another drink from his beer… but stops.
Scotty places the half full beer down on the table as he stares at Carey for a moment. As if for once in a few weeks there is some serious thinking going on inside of Scotty’s brain.
“Fine. You want that Scottywood at Refueled? He’ll be there. They try to keep me out of the arena? I’ll break every wall of that arena down. I’m not just gonna try to make shit close against Mike… I’m gonna finally hand him an ever so rare loss. Why not shoot for the fucking moon… I can’t fall any lower than I am now.” Claims Scotty as he looks around at what is certainly a fucking shithole of a room.
“Whatever happens at Refueled, we’re gonna be unapologetic about it. You’re not gonna apologize for ANYTHING Mario did. I’m not gonna apologize for ANYTHING I said. Oh and we’re certainly not going to apologize for ANYTHING we do when we step into that fucking ring with Mike Best and Steve Solex.” Asserts Scotty as he swats the beer can off the table and it smashes against the wall, foam spraying out of it as the liquid starts to pour onto the crusty ass carpet.
“Now that sounds like an uberly epic idea!” Smiles Carey as she goes for a high five with Scotty, but The Hardcore Artist just stares back at her and shakes his head.
“No. I’ll high five you after we beat Mike and Solex. So let’s fucking do this. I’m done playing fucking games. Time to get the fuck out of this shithole.” Rants Scotty as he grabs his bag and heads to the door.
“But let’s bring that shopping cart of beer… I can’t let that shit go to waste.” Smiles Scotty as he tosses the rest of his beer in the cart and starts to pull it out of the room.
“You’re still gonna have to tell me who Solex is though.” Adds Carey as they walk out of the room, not even bothering to close the door as Scotty just laughs at Carey’s comment.