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07-31-2016, 12:20 AM
(07-30-2016, 11:58 PM)Jakob Davis Said: (07-30-2016, 11:48 PM)Ghost Tank Said: "Boy, i've been impaled by a goddamn katana, and had my skull crushed in and acted less like a bitch than you have. You know the kind of shit I've gone through? I've still wrestled. I fell off onto a fucking car full of shit. Fell from a fucking cage, on top of the roof of the arena, onto the fucking parking lot. So, excuse me when I say you're more of a bitch than anyone in this entire fed. I've earned my shots, I've been put through hell and back. I could wrestle with four broken ribs, and win a fucking match with less bitching than you.
You signed up for this life, boy. Get fucking used to it. As for the whole "trying to squeeze out of matches". No, I haven't been trying to squeeze out of any matches. Frodo wants to fuck with me. He's abusing his powers. Felix lost the tag belts with Macbeth to Peter and Makaveli. He's not worthy of fighting anyone. McBride didn't win at the PPV, so he, like yourself, are supposed to go to the back of the fucking line, and work for your shots again. Instead, McBride gets a figurative bye, and goes straight to number one contendership. I beat him, I beat you, time for new blood, and not the people I've beaten.
So, excuse me for wanting fresh and worthy blood going for my title. For wanting people I've never faced before, but deserve a place at the table. Not the drunken uncle that people tolerate because it's Christmas. And not the child that can't do anything unless it has his father's approval. And certainly not someone who needs his dad's acceptance twenty-four seven."
Jakob coughed again, trying to shake out the cobwebs. He made a mistake.
"You're a fucking joke, Ghost Tank. How am I bitching? If anything I'm being patient, waiting for you to be finished with your business. And I'm unaware of how myself and Braddock are not worthy to face you when we've both offered to face you in NON-TITLE MATCHES. It's funny how wrong you are with your previous example. I was used as a living weapon by you, and I was dropped directly on Michael McBride's skull, and I was the first one out of all three of us to stand up, and even if I was the one who ate the pin, I still wrestled the match despite having a concussion and a bruised rib."
"And you know what? Fuck my dad here."
"Boy said what?" Tim said, giving his son the evil eye.
"Uhm... ah..." Jakob squirmed in his boots for a second before clearing his throat. "Allow me to paraphrase. My father and I may disagree on which title to go for here, but allow me to say with absolute certainty that after I beat you in a non-title match, I'm going to use that momentum to propel myself to a Hart title match, and I'll beat you for the second time straight."
"And you went on to opt-out for a month. How much of a bitch are you to not continue to wrestle after those small injuries? My second match was at War Games in 2014. Know what happened to me? Bits of my flesh were bit off, and I speared someone so fucking hard into the cage wall, that I broke it down, while split my head wide open. I got the fuck right back up, and helped my team get a victory by making sure three people were fucking put down. And not even a week later, like, four days, I faced someone, while I was still recovering from the injuries. So save your fucking excuse for opting out. My arm is still fucked, but little by little I get healed up, and even in the face of possibly getting re-injured, I'm still going to fucking wrestle.
You couldn't beat me in a title match, so why do you think you'll win in a non-title? Get the fuck out of the here, boy, before I truly break you and swing you harder than the 1920s.
Also, you had the chance to act like a man, by teling your dad off, but you are in such need for his affection, for his praise, that you can't actually bring yourself to actually be a man."
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