"And it shall come to pass, that as the LORD rejoiced over you to do you good, and to multiply you; so the LORD will rejoice over you to destroy you, and to bring you to nought; and ye shall be plucked from off the land whither thou goest to possess it." (Deuteronomy 28:63)
Few doubts I had going into Outlawed. I never doubted that Chuckles and I would walk away victorious, despite the last-minute change in opponents, and the rigged results. You see Judas Mercury, everyone knows what you did. I applaud your initiative, however ill fashioned. Knowing yourself that you are no match for me, you hand-picked Parker as your partner hoping he would contest my dominance while you attempt to handle my partner Chuckles. As you discovered, Chuckles is a veteran in his own right, a kindred spirit if you will in the art of devastation…which is exactly the state in which he left you in when all was said and done. As for Parker…you were wrong in your assumption of his abilities. We are not dealing with yin and yang, the irresistibly force and the immovable object situations. Do not allow his infrequent moments of pure rage fool you. I have always been, I am, and shall forever before superior to him, and to all. Your Alice was a mere instrument wielded against you. If you want to blame someone, do not blame Chuckles, do not blame me, do not even blame yourself. Blame her for her own incompetence. She should know better by now the severe limitations of her usefulness, and her false representation of anything to the contrary is perhaps a better ruse than those you yourself employ.
I’ve watched the replay a few times over, and I must say Mr. Parker…you really leveled Judas’ dear, sweet Alice didn’t you? If you pause the recording right around 1hr, 55min and 13seconds the look on your face when your arm is extended, and your roaring towards Chuckles thinking you’re about to lay into him is nearly orgasmic. There’s a drop of saliva dripping from your mouth like a feral beast, the veins in your neck are like hot lava thrusting to the surface of a volcano and then…….you hit her. There is something about slow motion that tantalizes the senses don’t you think? The way her body caved in upon impact, the white of her eyes slowly rolling back into her head, and the blonde of her hair catching the light from the arena and every camera flash as she hit the floor out cold, and the disbelief on your face……..all a symphony sensations each a tantalizing treat. Yet there is some credit due, your efforts as always were valiant particularly after competing in your own tag match. Lucky for you, you were teamed Mr. Styles who secured your victory.
Which brings me to you Bryan Deas. You won’t have the misfortune of losing yet another match this coming Havoc. As the fates have it, you and I have been drawn to face H&K and with God in your corner, you cannot lose walking in my footsteps. No doubt the thought of your eventual World Title rematch lingers in the back of your mind. You may as well allow it to fade away completely because the title is staying around my waist from now until kingdom come. You want to be World Champion? Do as I’ve told you before…go buy the HWA video game and beat me all you like. Virtual reality is as close as you’ll ever get to reality itself. I expect you to be at your very best at Havoc, which I understand isn’t asking much. Nonetheless, bring what skills you do posses, and let us make quick work of Heckler and Kosh. I have more important things to attend to than wasting twenty minutes tagging in and out with you in some insignificant match that Shevington has concocted.
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