Before I get into this, let me thank you for speaking up this week. I was worried you were giving me the silent treatment like Hannibal Frost did that first round of the DeNucci Cup, and that shit didn’t work out for him at all. I sent him packing, his tail tucked between his legs, and I moved on. You at least have the decency to hear me out and respond, so yeah, I guess I have just the smallest iota of respect for you.
Unfortunately, that’s about where the respect starts and ends. Look at you, making more excuses for your crummy career…and mixing up your figures while you’re at it. You really wanna go that route, Lester? Let’s go that route. You talk about the one win you have, but that was not in HOFC and, frankly, against someone who didn’t have their heart and soul in it. I, on the other hand, have won four times inside that cage. That’s as many times as you’ve lost in this company, entirely. How’s that for stats, pal?
You’ve fought an astonishingly zero times in HOFC. Not once, certainly not four, and definitely not six. You clearly have no idea what I’m capable of, but I will gladly teach you. You could clearly use an education, since you seem to hate poetry and math. Take a seat, Lester Moregrimes, and let Professor Azula enlighten you.
Putting things into perspective is good, Lester, I can appreciate the thought you put into this. Hell, you’d make a pretty good member of the Eternal Circle with such thoughts. Alas, I can tell your heart isn’t into that sort of thing…or much of anything, by the looks of it. What exactly is your purpose, Lester? All that drivel you spoke just tells me that you have no motivation whatsoever, and that is…disappointing, to say the least.
Eris would not be pleased to deal with such a slacker, no sir. If that’s the attitude you’re going to have, then I guess beating you would be pointless, right? Wrong. Everything has its purpose, Lester, even in the midst of the chaos…and beating you will serve a far higher purpose than you seem to realize. We’re at a point in this juncture where my picking up a win at all means that I’m back on the righteous path, stepping ever closer to the glory my goddess deserves.
That’s where you come in, with your brick wall for a brain. I get it, you take what I say and try to parrot it back with me with “I know you are but what am I” like we’re in grade school. I won’t be falling for such tricks, Lester. Don’t try to turn this around on me, calling me delusional for caring about wins and losses just enough to wanna tear you apart. It is my main motivation at this point. It drives me, fuels me, makes me want to do better for both myself and my goddess.
Everyone’s gonna have their eyes on this fight, Lester. That’s arguably the most publicity you’ve had since stumbling into this company. You’re welcome, by the way. Unlike some people, I am not nearly so selfish as to not help shine the spotlight on others…it’ll make what I’m gonna do to you all the more fun. Not only will I dismantle you inside that cage on Saturday, everyone’s gonna see my handiwork and come to fear me. Above all else, they will put respect on my name, something you’ll wish you’d done. You wanna be like everyone else and go for that low hanging fruit? Careful there, Lester…not everything is beneficial to your health.
Since you seem to think I have no reason to win this fight, let me show you just how wrong you are. Don’t try to insult my intelligence, when you barely seem to have any yourself. Don’t belittle what I’ve accomplished in my short time here, when you have even less to show for yourself. Most of all, don’t talk down to me like I’m not leagues above you in everything but size and stature.
Bullying isn’t going to get you anywhere, Lester. It’s certainly not going to get you a victory. I can run miles around you, physically and mentally.
Only a fool would keep flailing their arms about as they sink in the quicksand.
Of course, a fool is probably the best way to describe you.
Knowledge is power, Mr. Moregrimes, and that makes me supreme.