04-12-2014, 10:26 AM
Greetings, John.
Tell me, what am I supposed to make of your violent temper tantrum on Madness? Am I to be intimidated? Frightened at your sudden outburst of violence against someone I presume you love, or more accurately loved at one point? Is that supposed to make me quiver? Should I be getting cold sweats in the middle of the night knowing that in under a week, I'm to stand face to face with this supposed monster; this lunatic who's no doubt hellbent on my complete and utter annihilation?
Because if so, that ship has officially gone the way of the Lusitania.
All I saw out of that pathetic display was a reprehensible fit thrown by a manchild that led to violence and vulgarity. The mental breakdown of a mentally challenged individual that represents the worst traits a human being can have, which just so happen seem to overlap with traits common in a lot of the members of the XWF roster; a stomach churning fact indeed. Shall I run down the list?
A level of immaturity I thought unimaginable. Acting out in rash violence over a loss? What, am I facing a toddler? A poorly raised toddler who mistakes uttering profanities as wit or worse yet - intimidation? What a pathetic, weak move from a pathetic, weak man if I should give you enough credence to consider you a man in the first place, and not a worm.
A worm is the perfect comparison, actually.
John Austin is a spineless coward; worms are invertebrates.
Worms spend most of their life underground because sunlight dries their bodies out and paralyzes them; John Austin buries himself in delusions where he's anything more than a short tempered failure, because if he were ever to let the truth rain down upon him, he'd surely do much of the same. Choke. Collapse inward on himself. Be rendered catatonic by the implications of the extent of his blissful ignorance once he finally realizes how ignorant he's been to his own self.
Worms breathe through their skin; Austin breaths through his mouth.
Without worms our ecosystem likely wouldn't be able to sustain itself; without Austin, nothing much would really change so I guess that's where I should stop drawing similarities.
Allow me to say it again, just so you can't internalize the outcome you'd love to have had happen. You lost, John. You lost, your partner lost and no amount of distancing yourself from it will make that truth go away. Sure, you could (and I'm sure you will, like the coward you are) shift all the blame to your partner who took the fall. In response, I ask only how you found yourself unable to stop it? Why were you unable to put a stop to your defeat?
Oh, right. It's because you deserved that loss; you just weren't good enough to bask in the glow of victory, so instead you had to swallow the bitter pill of defeat. As I stated earlier, that must've been the reason for your outburst, which again I must say is pathetic. Especially coming from someone who claims to pay little attention to wins and losses. A man who claims to only be in it for delivering pain.
The last person to say something vaguely familiar to that sentiment to me is Alexandra Callaway; whom I still know little about.
Do you want to know the outcome of that encounter?
I won, and escaped with minor injuries. Minor as in a busted lip. Hardly pleasant but not anything I haven't been accustomed to, and definitely a far cry from what she claimed she was going to do to me. So go on, make your threats now. Tell me all the ways you're going mutilate me, and proceed to fall flat on every single threat.
That's the way you psychotics work, right?
You make claims that you can't actually back up so when you inevitably fail, you can fall back on the psycho excuse to distance yourself from another failure. That's what you're all about, right? Distancing yourself. Willingly burying your head in the sand and calling out to the surface: "I can't hear you!".
Worthless. Absolutely worthless.
And after Monday night, I'm sure that he'll bury himself deeper in the sand to claim the prestigious title of "Ostrich King of the XWF".
Go below and inward, oh high and mighty King of shying away from reality. Flap your wings and pretend to fly.
I'm not going to make threats. I'm just going to relay the truth to those as blind as Austin himself is to the writing on the wall.
I'm going to go into the Oracle Arena, and I'm going to beat John Austin.
See? That wasn't such a difficult train of thought to follow, right? Still, I await Austin's rebuttal where he misses this point so glaringly one would think he was firing at the wrong target altogether.
See you in the ring John.
See you at your next failure.
Next stop: the rest of your career.