Finally, something to get you to change the subject.
I had to throw you a softball to get you to stop harping on the same basic bullet points…and you took thirty seconds out of your precious time to do so.
Thanks for that, Mike. I’m glad I could get you to stop saying the same shit over and over again just long enough to correct me.
Oh, look at that, you already went right back to the well. See, this is what I’ve been complaining about this whole time…I know we’re all here to talk trash, but I didn’t expect you to practically steal notes from Loveless and Solex to do it!
“Let’s make fun of his name, that ought to rile him up.”
“Let’s talk shit about his beliefs, because haha calling him a simp is funny.”
At least you spared me the time travel bullshit, Mikey. I appreciate that.
But no, instead you go to the well of “I’ve beaten all these other men that are just like you”…and I’m supposed to do what with this information? Cower in fear? Be in awe?
The thing that’s been both my blessing and my curse in this tournament is my lack of reputation among the HOW faithful. Again, as you put it so cheerfully, a “fucking nobody” when it comes to this company.
And yet…here I stand. Unabashed, unafraid, unrelenting.
I’m far from a rookie, Michael. I’ve been in this scenario before…yours is not the first “big name” I’ve had to step up to.
I’ve been on this mission for a long time, far too long even…I was humbling the proud before your name was even so much as uttered in anyone’s mouth.
Plugging away, bringing empires to their very knees…just like the knee that I’m shattering come Refueled.
Tougher men than you have fallen before MY might, more charismatic men than you have been swept away by MY talent, and I will be damned if I’m gonna let you continue to run your mouth.
So why do I go on about this?
Because I know what I’m worth. I know what it takes to bring the Son of GOD down from his throne, and I’m going to do it with a grin on my face.
Every round I’ve been in thus far as been a statement of intent, and the statement I have in store this weekend includes an exclamation point when I drag Mike Best kicking and screaming into the abyss.
Everyone will see just what you’re made of when I’m through with you, Mike. All these cookie-cutter promos where you make two new jokes and one new argument will be reduced to ashes. All this bragging about being unbeatable will come to a screeching halt.
And when the dust settles, a new challenger emerges.
Something new, something fresh will grow out of the rubble.
I don’t need to be entertaining to prove what I’m capable of, my success in this tournament has been proof positive of that. I have let my actions speak for themselves, and they will speak loud as ever in that cage.
I just hope you’re ready.