#MemeQueen Luca Torchwick
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12-07-2013, 06:30 PM
(12-07-2013, 06:22 PM)3xB+Hx2=4HK Sid Feder Said: :3 x Better:
Sure Luca, I'll sit down and let you tell me all about how your time as X-Treme champ only led you right to the bottom of my boot.
Tell me more about how you won a briefcase by holding the X-title, just like Peter is going to do? Oh, and I bet he keeps the fucking X-title even after he wins the briefcase too. Imagine that!
Tell me more about how you cashed in to become European Champ.
Tell me more about where that got you?
Sid holds up his European Championship with a smile.
And yes -- he really is sitting down so he can listen to the story.
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Luca? I abso fucking lutely love your Briefcase Tale. I'm almost a bigger fan of that story than my own!
You cash in right at the tail end of a match, fully refreshed from your own massacre of, who was it again? Oh right, Mister Natural. You wait for just the opportune moment to take advantage of the right factors, and don't get this twisted as me condemning you, cuz that isn't the case. Good plan, not gonna lie.
I didn't need a plan that complex, or to let you and Evertrust wear each other out. All I needed, was to hobble my crippled ass down to the ring and beat you both down.
Tell me, which is a more impressive feat. More legitimately impressive, I mean. Shock value is nice, but in a couple of months when either you wear yourself thin or you're gone again that impact will be gone, nada, fucking dust in the wind. I'll still be able to say I beat two men on one good leg.
Fuck.
And about the Gilmour situation, I can guarantee that he won't. For fuck's sake, he managed to lose the belt to Mister Radio before he pulled his head out of his ass long enough to scrounge together a victory over the spacecunt. And if Radio can do it, anyone can do it. I give him three, maybe four more days as champ before he shits the bed once more.
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