- Event: Chaos 030
You know after thanking you Mike, it started to make me think. I know, it’s a rare fucking occurance for me, so it really was interesting. I was thinking how you should also be thanking me. No, you’re not gonna come back with some sarcastic as fuck response. You should be thanking me for helping you make HOFC what it is today. Without me, without someone that can stand there and take all your shit and keep coming back for more and more. Getting hungrier each time, getting closer finally breaking through that seemingly unbreakable Mike Best armor.
Maybe you call it insanity or ignorance… but I like to think of it as resilience and toughness. Without someone like me, never willing to accept their defeats to you… what would HOFC really be? What would it be other than a seemingly endless stream of Mike Best squashes, the crowd wondering when they are ever gonna pull the trigger on you and give you some real competition.
So maybe instead of asking me to suck your dick… you should be sucking mine Mike? Actually, I’ll pass, I’ve evolved past making dick sucking jokes when I was in middle school. What other outdated and offensive insults you got for me? Maybe bust out the F or R words, that’ll get you some real attention these days. Come on Mike, I’m daring the oh so edgy Mike Best to try and make those words work in twenty twenty-three.
You think I might be setting you up… but honestly I’m not even sure if those two words could take you down. I bet Mike Best could walk down the middle of a crowded street, look a black man in the face, call him the N word and walk away scot-free. You are seemingly untouchable… and just when someone thinks they have you, you find a way to slip away like the slimy used condom you are.
Sorry, you have no idea what condoms are.
That’s how we got the abomination that was Tyler. Where the fuck did he go by the way? Was he stealing too much of your spotlight? I’m sure I could Google this shit and figure it out, but when has researching actual facts ever gotten me anywhere? Rather just accuse you of burying your own fucking son so that he wouldn’t be bigger than you. So that you could swoop in and have one more run. You’re not gonna be able to resist the urge, the pull to get back into a real HOW ring. Not just this HOFC stuff, this is only a quick fix for your addiction to that spotlight.
Trust me, I know how hard it is to give this up. I made a deal with The Devil to essentially hit the reset button on my body. Way better than watching my son wrestle and being reminded everytime I see him that I will never be that good again. Well maybe not in my case, Frankie is never gonna win himself anything except a maybe LEGO contest… and only if it’s a youth one.
But hey, time to wrap this up Mike… and no condom jokes this time, I don’t wanna distract you as you start to hear the eleven fifty-nine clock starting to countdown in your head. Maybe there is no one more run in your future… maybe like me you are clocked the fuck out of HOW. Maybe not even the possibility of losing to Scottywood in HOFC can drive you to put in more than a half assed effort in this fight. Maybe you’ll claim you have done it all, that there is really no motivation for you anymore… but that’s bullshit. Nothing makes you harder than adding numbers to that resume of yours.
Tick tock Mike, we are all waiting to see what witty shit you are going to piss out for all your little followers to gobble up. I hear Jace really loves that Best urine, so bet he’ll be first in line praising your deadline dumping of your usual shit.
So let’s fucking go, one more battle in the epic fucking war that has been Scottywood versus Mike Best. Hopefully not our last, cause like I said, this shit is way too fun to stop doing. Show me that you haven’t tapped out and that Mike Best isn’t a washed up, past his prime, shell of what Tyler Best is now.
Oh, and you’re welcome.