10-01-2013, 06:17 PM
I'm gonna pack a lip every day with my Copenhagen Straight. Motivates me to keep going. Keep fighting. Still going strong. Fuck Alcohol. I have learned that I don't need it to keep me going. I got the Green Pack following me. I don't need wins to satisfy me. Throw a quick lip in and make it look easy. I got the fun task of facing a fella named Tri Brute. You may have a following but I got the Green Pack. You may be from the future but you have never met a person like me before. A hardcore brawler who is willing to bleed for a living. I am a real man. I wrestle barefoot regardless of the match. I don't care if my feet get cut up from broken light tubes.
I am 29 years old and slowly breaking down. My right knee is no good and I have to use a cane to get around some days but I will bring the pain every match. I may not be a top name in XWF but I still got the Green Pack. I'm hungry like the wolf and looking to hurt Tri Brute. I have bled buckets all over the arena. I don't really wrestle normal matches anymore because I gotta try to hide my weaknesses and in deathmatches, I can do that. It doesn't take much skill to hit someone with a chair. I have never backed down from a fight. I bring pain and suffering everywhere I go. I am Suffering, Chaos, Ugliness, and Mayhem all rolled up into one. I'm coming for you. I came back because Shane
begged me to. He sent me a basket of potatoes which I turned into French fries and ate them. The XWF needs me right now. Right the wrongs that
has done to this place. I'm here to show the world that I can still go. That I haven't lost a step. Remember , Whatever happens to any person that faces me is all on you. You wanted me back. You are gonna need an army to get me to stop. You made a deal you are gonna regret....