"Wasn't hard to find your home address once they hired me, Bry-guy. I mean I've seen it in the odd promo and I knew the city but all it took was a quick flip through the employee database...and wouldn't you know it? Took me no time flat. Isn't it fun how things tend to work out. So here I am, on a layover on my way to Bangkok....and I am utterly overcome with pre-match boredom."
Chuckles cradles the can of Gasoline in his arms like a newborn child and whispers "patience my pet" as he sets it down on the sidewalk.
"I didn't think you'd be here. Lights are off and we're all on a world tour...and that's a shame. if you where, why...I might have started our match a few days early. So I caught your promo and made a detour....after I stopped laughing at your pathetic attempt to rebuke me. First off, I'm going to point out how utterly stupid it is for you to be worried about Senester. It's like thinking about your taxes while being eaten by a shark. frankly? I don't care one way or the other. It doesn't change anything between us. I'm still going to annihilate you faster then a fat chick annihilates an order of cheese fries."
Chuckles snickers a bit.
"I mean you can talk about it all you want. About how I haven't earned anything blah, blah, blah. Or I didn't wow people here yet..yadda yadda yadda. Well the fact of the matter is you're simply living on borrowed time. You're in denial....but that happens. The weakest link often screeches the loudest, don't they? And that's all you are. A weak link in a chain I'll use to beat you half to death."
"You claim to be a champion all over the world....but I don't believe you. We've shared feds, haven't we? Well in between me pinning you ...you may have won a belt here or a number one contender match there...but your title history is about as impressive as Mittens Romny's claim to the White house. What have I done in this business, Deas? Well...we can start with the three times I've stomped you. You've never pinned me. We can talk about my time in Japan, or my time in Mexico, or my title reigns in Warfare and Bloodbox.....but I'm not that insecure. You stink of insecurity and failure. don't worry, though! Fear not! Because I will make an impression.....of your face....in the bottom of my over-sized shitkicker boots."
Chuckles picks up the Jerry can and stands up, leaning in close to the camera.
"Every match you've ever had against me you say "I'll show you why I'm the Ballistic one!" and every time...you've lost. You're in ring skill is an example of impotence.....and all you've built for yourself is about to come crashing down in a huge firestorm.....AND speaking of! I've got a hobby to attend to. I'll cut the camera off here. I'd rather you come home to a heap of rubble then actually get to enjoy the fun part. But rest assured, Bee-Bee-Dee. I'm going to roast some marshmallows for a little something sweet.....because after this? I'm going to be nothing but Bitter. "
The Camera is clicked off as the laughter starts.
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