Earth to Simon Loveless, come in Simon…you’ve been living in your own fantasy world this past week, it’s time to bring you back down.
Look, I get it…you think I’m a joke because I’m not coming into this as some badass Ultimate Fighter type. You’ve made your opinion of me very clear from the outset, but if you really wanted to see a fool you should’ve looked in the mirror.
Since you like the idea of going on road trips, let’s stroll down memory lane for a moment shall we? Walk with me as we head back to Refueled XL back in September, when you not only lost to High Flyer but were so embarrassed that you disappeared.
What all did you do during that time, Simon?
Did you go soul searching, looking to find yourself and the courage within to return to HOW for this tournament? Or did you let yourself go, determined that you couldn’t hack it in this business anymore, only to get a phone call saying “hey Simon, we have a spot for you if ya want it”?
Oh, who am I kidding…just look at you.
You don’t give a rat’s ass about any of this, do you? All the insults you spew from that septic tank of a mouth can’t hide the truth…you’re looking for attention, and nothing more.
Hudson Hughes came into this tournament with that kind of mindset, look where it got him. Hannibal Frost came into…actually, I don’t know what the hell he was thinking coming into this. No one’s heard from him before or after the first round.
That’s just it, though…you can brag about advancing this far, but can you say you ran someone out of the business? Nope, that’s me. I did that. Hannibal Frost is persona non grata as far as anyone is concerned…and you’re next.
You wanted to go down this road, poking fun at how I do things without actually saying something rational, so it’s time to bring you back to reality.
You’re not the first to question or make fun of my beliefs, and you won’t be the last to do so even in this very tournament…but at least I have something to cling onto. It’s easier to strive toward something when you believe there’s a purpose…and I believe my purpose is to wreak havoc in the DeNucci Cup.
I see what you’ve been trying to do, Simon. You’ve been trying to rile me up, hoping that I’d lose focus and slip up…but all you did was give me more reason to shut you up for good.
The way I see it, I can do this one of two ways. I can humble you in the first round, beating you within those first five minutes and be done with it…or I can make an example out of you, take my sweet time, and put an end to your rambling and ranting.
Yeah, I think I like the second option better.
That’s the thing, Simon…you might have come into this thinking you’d put in minimal effort to somehow skate by to the finals or something, but I’m willing to put in as much work as necessary to prove my mission statement.
Someone of my reputation doesn’t get a free pass for anything. It’s well-documented that I’ve had to scratch and claw my way to every goal I’ve ever accomplished, and I knew that was going to happen upon my arrival in HOW.
The biggest difference between then and now is that I gained clarity of sight when I embraced chaos…this is why I not only practice what I preach, but I preach what I practice. I’m not just spouting useless babble for someone like to you to make fun of, I’m telling the plain and honest truth.
And the plain and honest truth, Simon, is that I’m coming for every ounce of blood I can take out of you before heading to the next round. Frankly, I’m sick of your delusions of grandeur, and I am going to give you a much-needed reality check at Refueled LI.
When I’m done with you, everyone watching will realize what Xander Azula is all about. They will realize there is power in the name of Eris, and the mission of chaos will march forward.
I have survived far worse than you, Simon Loveless, and I will survive whatever challenge you think you pose.
Try a little harder next time, you bippity boppity bitch.