02-26-2019, 09:10 PM
"Well, Arty... what a goddamn uninspiring shit-show that was, huh?
All of the waiting.
Me leaving the door open for you to do something noteworthy.
I wait, and nothing.
I wait some more, and you ad hominem Cadryn to death on Savage.
Like what in the fuck was that about anyhow?
It's almost like you were pissed off because he wasn't putting forth any effort in building your match. Sound familiar?
Gee, I wonder why that would get under someone's skin?
Obviously it would irritate some wildly unproven rookie wrestler slash Columbia something-or-another who is surely to reveal to us all very soon that he has superpowers. Excuse me fer' rollin' my eyes there.
So SURLEY then, that type of apathy is bound to piss off an actual multi time champion. Who regardless of what someone so obtuse to only use one piece of a nearly two year long production's epilouge to try and characterize someone, might say: actually HAS done some "shit" in the XWF.
But yeah...
I wait, annnnnd I wait. Finally it became clear that you weren't coming fer' my chin, Arthur. Fer' fuck's sake, pal, you wasn't coming at all! So, like a human Viagra pill, I cut a promo questioning yer' heart. Now that sure gotcha' ya' all outta' sorts, huh? I would tell ya' that you could thank me sometime fer' that. But what followed was one of the most nonsensible misrepresentations this o' girl has ever witnessed.
It was like attending an Ad Hominem Anonymous meeting.
Blah blah blah comma 'cunt'.
Blah blah blah comma 'bitch'.
Blah blah blah comma 'crybaby'.
And to make it worse, mixed in that sloppy, grease-filled word stew you served to the world on a rattling, peevish little platter of misguided pomp was the utter exposure of yer' own glib sounding incompetence.
Claiming you defeated Dyke in three point five seconds? Okay. Well obviously you have no sense of time, or, you actually believe that you were able to land a series of strikes, a suplex, set up and connect with yer' finishing move in five one-hundredths' of a second before covering the poor bastard for the ref's three count. And if you believe that, then yer' even more delusional than the rest of yer' promo proved.
Like you rambling on about me being stuck in the past with no point of reference? I'm starting to feel like I wasted something really important on you, and that's a shame because it obviously zipped right over that dense head of yer's.
L-O fucking-L, folks! An aspiring history teacher trying to cut someone down for 'living in the past'? Yer' so goddamned laughingly ironic and contradictory and sadly, it ain't even funny cause yer' obviously not educated or humorous enough to be tryin'.
Blah blah blah comma 'fuck you brat'.
'My name is Arthur Grey, and I have an Ad Hominem problem.'
Remember this Arty, the first step to serenity is always admitting you have a problem. And this coming Wednesday you have a BIG problem in the form of a 'little' one-hundred-and-nothing weighing 'brat'.
I am going to beat you down so badly that Mastermind will be too busy cleaning yer' bloodsplatter from his walls to participate in March Madness. I know you've yet to be shown, but yer' about to receive a first hand lesson in what the XWF is all about.
But please don't let it discourage you. I've made a career of beating the shit out of men, two, three, four, hell, five times yer' caliber. I hope instead you'll be taking notes- because THIS is how you body a bi-
...an Ad Hominem.
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