Post by Pat Stay on Oct 7, 2012 13:14:00 GMT -4
The scene opens up in the backseat of a taxi, with two men sitting there quietly. One is Krunk, who is fiddling with his new iPhone, while Eric looks out the window with tint of sadness. Eric was a man who understood Krunk better than most, being with him as a personal trainer as well as a close friend. Krunk turned to face Eric, noticing how sad his friend was, and decided to spark up some sort of conversation.
“This iPhone is pretty cool, never had a phone like this that could do all sorts of stuff like this. Why didn’t you tell me about this phone earlier when I was using the Razr?”
“I thought the iPhone would be to advance for you to handle, but it looks like you got the hang of it. Hopefully you don’t break it so quickly, it’s not like were rich yet…”
Tone shifted to a deeper one as he turned back to check the iPhone’s current condition before turning back once more towards the window, staring at the many people walking by on the busy street.
“Are you still bummed out about the loss? You know this isn’t the first time I’ve lost, and I know you weren’t like this when I lost those other matches. So why now?” He asked in a concerned tone, worrying about his friend.
After asking, it followed with a sudden pause, yet Eric wasn’t ignoring the rookie.
“You’re starting to make stupid decisions now ever since that win you pulled over the North American championship, bringing them over to even outside of the ring. When I brought that big dude over, you just played it off and hit the dude with a low blow. I let it go because I thought you knew what you were doing but it seemed like you didn’t train at all for the match after that.” Eric sneered; disgusted by the way he treated there training session last week. Krunk began to slack off, adapting to some sort of lazier lifestyle.
“I was just having fun, is there something wrong with that?”
“Yeah whatever you wanna say. What happened to getting that NA Championship around your waist? In the direction you’re moving it looks like you’re not going to be getting that title anytime soon. Ever since you've been in the main event, you let it get to your head. You have to understand, you have nothing to fall back on, and all you have is wrestling.”
“I might not have anything to fall back on but I’ll get that belt in One Night in Hell. I don’t have any more problems with interference, Tommy Barlett has been released from APW, and Sabur got ran over by an old lady. Lively is banned from touching anybody on the roster, justice is served!”
“Well if that’s what you think I won’t argue your opinion, but what is so interesting that you’re doing on that stupid iPhone?”
“I don’t know, this twitter thing looks pretty cool and all but I don’t know how to use it, first time in my life seeing this thing.”
“It’s some sort of thing like Facebook, social media shit that everybody uses. Wait, you’re just learning about this now?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m not surprised, this is your first time ever holding a touch screen phone, and it gets pretty addictive. It’s like blogging, but what you’re posting has to be less than 140 letters. Its micro-blogging, something that’s everyone is using since people began hating facebook. I made you one like a month ago.”
Turning the Twitter app on, his account pops up, not aware that he had one created. Bothered by the fact that he didn't create it and another man’s face was up as his profile picture. Turning to face Eric before looking back at his new phone nervously, noticing the tweets that were sent at other APW megastars.
“Why is my default picture of another guy!? And you challenged Jason Kash!?! Are you nuts? He’s an OG to the game, I used to watch him back in the day, his style was inspirational. What were you smoking when you thought I could get in the ring and beat Jason Kash? Dude is on a whole other level. Maybe in the future..."
“Right now in your current state, you can barely beat on these rookies just like you and your already thinking about fighting Jason Kash? I just tweeted that just for show to make it look like you were fearless. Your nuts, but we got to be thinking about the present. Meltdowns not so far away and you’re not even mentally ready for this next match.”
Krunk glances over to Eric’s clothing noticing the new pair of expensive Lebron’s as well as the Rolex on his wrist, and a pair of black Sean John jeans. Slightly confounded by how he had gotten the new clothing, and how he got the money.
“Where did you get those new threads, I’m not really rich and I know you ain’t.” Krunk laughed, awaiting an answer from his trainer.
“I’ve been training some extra people; I’ve been saving up for the past month just to get this shit. Stop acting like I stole this stuff, I’m not a goon!”
“You used to be!” Krunk laughed once more before the whole scene slowly faded to black.
The scene opens to see Krunk sitting, his back facing the camera. The cameraman slowly moved forward, placing the camera above the rookie’s shoulder so the camera could observe what The Krunk was doing, which seemed to be writing with a blue pen on a piece of white printer paper. The camera zoomed in so it could read what Krunk began writing, picking up the words with HD clarity.
It’s hard for me to keep on going with this career not acting like myself. I came here ‘acting’ like a hero, something I really wasn’t. I wanted to just prove I was a capable competitor and be able to hold some championship gold around my waist. I’m going to start acting myself, it doesn’t matter to me if the people cheer for me or begin to hate me, and it doesn’t really matter anymore. Letting for of my commitments to the crowd and just being free, showing my true colors to everybody. This upcoming Meltdown’s main event is going to be something to big; triple threat tag teams match. This will be a chance for me to prove everyone going into this match that they won’t be able to defeat me with ease.
But I feel conflicted, the inside of me split into two. I just really want to fight everyone on the roster and show everyone in APW that things shouldn’t rally rely on a record of some sorts. Of course the GM teamed me with Vincent Pennington, another man with a bad record himself. Even though he lost on last Meltdown’s main event, he still proved he was a threat to the title. Well I’ll have to be working extra hard, and Vincent already proved he’s a good enough contender. I did a horrible job last week yet Young Mannie was still capable of getting the win without me. My mother is back in Shoreline continuing to pray for me, everyone back there is hoping I get that North American Championship belt. To let these people stand in my way disgusts me and everyone supporting me, so hopefully those stupid four I’m facing will go out and fight me with all their power. I want to defeat you guys knowing that you were trying your best.
I’m going to have to use 300% of my power to bring all of you guys down, and if I can’t win, no one’s gonna’ win.
Krunk stops writing, pressing the end of his pen before putting it back in a mug which contained other pens. The cameraman takes a few steps back with the camera to keep some space away from Krunk’s face so the camera can pick it up clearly. Wearing a black tee with the numbers ‘23’ written on the center of the shirt in white coloring, and a pair of blue slim jeans. A wide toothy grin appearing on his visage, while opening up a bottle of Gatorade.
“A lot of odd things have been happening in my life, my friend suddenly has way more money than me. I don’t really like how Young Mannie’s been acting recently, his style and everything is something that I don’t really support as wrestler. It seems so stupid and I truly wanted to fight him this week but it seems like he’s booked in some sort of Tag Team match with his girl. That isn’t what I really wanted to talk about, but now that I put that aside, it’s time to talk about my match next week. Many of you think I’m on the losing team, that M&M is going to win or Lively’s crew. I’m going to tell you now that I’m going to do everything in my power to win this match.”
“As of late, I’ve been slacking myself and not training properly for any of my latest matches. But this one, something is different about this one since I dedicated this whole week to training for this one match. I’ve watched tapes of every single one of you guys wrestle, even my partner. Well it looks like every single one of you guys are more experienced than me, but that doesn’t really mean anything. Like I said I’ve defeated people who were in the business much longer than me so don’t think of it as an advantage in this match. I gotta admit though, you guys got a lot of moves. Things I need to watch out for, career ending if applied properly, seriously, you’re all freaks.”
“Everyone might think this is some random pairing but it actually isn’t, I’m actually happy that I’m being paired with Vincent Pennington. If you haven’t noticed, me and him are one of the two people that made an impact against Lively’s reign of terror. Others just speak of some stupid nonsense that they’re going to be taking that belt from him on One Night in Hell, but that’s highly unlikely. Vincent was close to beating Lively in a one on one match, but he failed. But he defended himself from an assault or should I say sneak attack right after the match from Lively. Not a lot of people in this brand can do that, I actually haven’t seen anyone on Meltdown do that. That’s why I give props to Vincent, and that he’s doing one helluva job on Meltdown.”
Comes to a pause, taking a sip of his Gatorade before turning back again to face the Panasonic Camcorder.
“Sabur, your one of the funniest dudes I’ve met since coming here. You’ve messed with me first, and I came back with ten times the force. You didn’t expect me to run you over with a golf cart right? It’s probably one of the smartest things I’ve done since coming onto this place. One of the things I’ve noticed about you is that your head is kind of shaped like a hammer, and your apparently irish, pretty stupid reason to call yourself the Irish Hammer if I were you. You’re like one of those lap dogs, doing whatever your boss says, anything; you might as well be doing some odd closet homo shit with the champ that no one on the roster knows about. If that leaks out it won’t be no surprise, but it makes me question getting in the ring with you, you might actually get too happy touching me in the ring. I bet you’re in too much pain to be even thinking about things like that, yet you still don’t understand hiding your injury is pretty dangerous and a stupid thing to do in this business. Just competing in match that’ll be hazardous to your health is kind of getting me pretty happy. Well you probably understand as well that you can’t ditch Lively cause no one in that god damn roster wants to be your replacement. If I were you I’d just leave right now, escape, because this might be my only chance to bring some official pain and I won’t get in any trouble.”
Krunk chuckles at his own last statement, his eyes still fixated on the camera in front of him. After a couple of moments he returns to his calm and cool composure he held earlier.
“Lively, there are a lot of things I've said about you, but after watching that little thing you brought up called a promo, I’ve questioned even more things about you. This time I’m going to go in depth about you, re-reading all my files about you, re-watching all those fighting tapes with information containing every single move you’ve used in wrestling today. I’ve got you memorized but I still don’t realize why you always bring up your dick in everything. Something I don’t understand today, I don’t really care that Sabur and your little crew ride it, but hey you need to lay off that shit. I’m here to explain that you’re completely shit, but your in-ring ability is pretty good, yet you don’t use it properly and you usually use some other outside sources to win a match. Robbed match with Shane Borderland, I actually saw what Sabur handed to you at Shockwave. Maybe a hard enough kick to your nuts might be the solution to this disgusting problem, get a feel of your own medicine. Or you could feed them to Aubrey, that’s something I’d condone, no doubt about that.”
“Aubrey being one of the few people I just seem to dislike, ever since she thought she was a better performer then I am. She might have a better record than me, and she does bring cheap pops from the fans that are bigger than the both of us. That’s because the thought of her booty-shaking is way hotter then. Just the thought of it right now gets me hot. Damn girl you are so fine, but it saddens me that your with a loser, whatever his name is. Just the thought of it is making it harder for me to talk about you. I thought you were chill until you insulted me, but I was sorta happy when Evan Envi came rolling down and called you a bitch. It seems like everybody keeps coming down just to make my job easier. It’ll be hard to hit such a good looking girl like you but hey, I’m willing to hit one to get this win. I’m an opportunist, searching for the proper time to win. I might be stacking loses, but it doesn’t really matter if I’ve already got that shot at the title. I’ve been disgusted by the way you act your arrogance, just because your undefeated doesn’t mean you can just do what you want.”
“Logan, I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth, you just do not know when to shut up. Damn, I got to slap you so hard that something happens to your tongue that causes you to shut up and talk when the Krunk lets you talk. You’ve been failing to understand one little thing here Logan, no one doesn’t want to know how you’ll beat me or your god damn strategy. I think you should have kept it hidden, because I’ve created a counter to your strategy. I produced it on the fly so I still don’t know if it will work correctly but hey, who gives a rat’s ass. I don’t understand, reading you up I’ve found out you’ve got way too many achievements, can’t even count how many championships you’ve won. But the bad part about it, I haven’t heard of you, me being a wrestling fan while I was younger. But what the hell, you probably lying about your age and that’s why you do the bangity bang bang with Aubrey J Parker, Evan Envi’s leftovers. Old ass fool, you’re probably twice my age, who the hell knows? All I know is that your hallucinating thinking you’re going to beat me on Meltdown. Probably been smoking too much of Aubrey. You disgust me, your nickname sounds like some stupid warrior I killed on Runescape. Killed that noob, he had some nice item drops. If I kick your head hard enough, means that I’ve surpassed yall.”
“Now lemme be the man to tell you all going into the match, all of you that have been questioning me. Underestimating me was one grave mistake that Michael Lively made, which makes you all very stupid. M&M keep expressing how they’re gonna beat that and how you’re going to do this. Can’t you guys shut the hell up? If you want to break my legs come do it Aubrey, I’ve been here waiting for a fight since day one from someone like you. Vincent is strong enough to give an ass kicking everybody in this god damn match; I don’t understand how you can insult us? There’s something me and Vincent had since day one on entering this company. Everybody is lacking in this something, which is ambition. Everyone entered here arrogantly claiming to be able to defeat their opponents. Even I was one of those people saying that, making promises that were consistently broken. It was then when I met my teacher who reminded me, it doesn’t matter about the physical strength advantages other wrestlers might bring to the table, what matters is the strength of your mind.”
“M&M might be good in bed together, but in the ring there shit. Lively and Sabur, y'all disgust me. Peace, stay strong, I think the emergency room has enough space for four more.”
Hurling the empty gatorade bottle at the lens, ending the transmission.
“This iPhone is pretty cool, never had a phone like this that could do all sorts of stuff like this. Why didn’t you tell me about this phone earlier when I was using the Razr?”
“I thought the iPhone would be to advance for you to handle, but it looks like you got the hang of it. Hopefully you don’t break it so quickly, it’s not like were rich yet…”
Tone shifted to a deeper one as he turned back to check the iPhone’s current condition before turning back once more towards the window, staring at the many people walking by on the busy street.
“Are you still bummed out about the loss? You know this isn’t the first time I’ve lost, and I know you weren’t like this when I lost those other matches. So why now?” He asked in a concerned tone, worrying about his friend.
After asking, it followed with a sudden pause, yet Eric wasn’t ignoring the rookie.
“You’re starting to make stupid decisions now ever since that win you pulled over the North American championship, bringing them over to even outside of the ring. When I brought that big dude over, you just played it off and hit the dude with a low blow. I let it go because I thought you knew what you were doing but it seemed like you didn’t train at all for the match after that.” Eric sneered; disgusted by the way he treated there training session last week. Krunk began to slack off, adapting to some sort of lazier lifestyle.
“I was just having fun, is there something wrong with that?”
“Yeah whatever you wanna say. What happened to getting that NA Championship around your waist? In the direction you’re moving it looks like you’re not going to be getting that title anytime soon. Ever since you've been in the main event, you let it get to your head. You have to understand, you have nothing to fall back on, and all you have is wrestling.”
“I might not have anything to fall back on but I’ll get that belt in One Night in Hell. I don’t have any more problems with interference, Tommy Barlett has been released from APW, and Sabur got ran over by an old lady. Lively is banned from touching anybody on the roster, justice is served!”
“Well if that’s what you think I won’t argue your opinion, but what is so interesting that you’re doing on that stupid iPhone?”
“I don’t know, this twitter thing looks pretty cool and all but I don’t know how to use it, first time in my life seeing this thing.”
“It’s some sort of thing like Facebook, social media shit that everybody uses. Wait, you’re just learning about this now?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I’m not surprised, this is your first time ever holding a touch screen phone, and it gets pretty addictive. It’s like blogging, but what you’re posting has to be less than 140 letters. Its micro-blogging, something that’s everyone is using since people began hating facebook. I made you one like a month ago.”
Turning the Twitter app on, his account pops up, not aware that he had one created. Bothered by the fact that he didn't create it and another man’s face was up as his profile picture. Turning to face Eric before looking back at his new phone nervously, noticing the tweets that were sent at other APW megastars.
“Why is my default picture of another guy!? And you challenged Jason Kash!?! Are you nuts? He’s an OG to the game, I used to watch him back in the day, his style was inspirational. What were you smoking when you thought I could get in the ring and beat Jason Kash? Dude is on a whole other level. Maybe in the future..."
“Right now in your current state, you can barely beat on these rookies just like you and your already thinking about fighting Jason Kash? I just tweeted that just for show to make it look like you were fearless. Your nuts, but we got to be thinking about the present. Meltdowns not so far away and you’re not even mentally ready for this next match.”
Krunk glances over to Eric’s clothing noticing the new pair of expensive Lebron’s as well as the Rolex on his wrist, and a pair of black Sean John jeans. Slightly confounded by how he had gotten the new clothing, and how he got the money.
“Where did you get those new threads, I’m not really rich and I know you ain’t.” Krunk laughed, awaiting an answer from his trainer.
“I’ve been training some extra people; I’ve been saving up for the past month just to get this shit. Stop acting like I stole this stuff, I’m not a goon!”
“You used to be!” Krunk laughed once more before the whole scene slowly faded to black.
The scene opens to see Krunk sitting, his back facing the camera. The cameraman slowly moved forward, placing the camera above the rookie’s shoulder so the camera could observe what The Krunk was doing, which seemed to be writing with a blue pen on a piece of white printer paper. The camera zoomed in so it could read what Krunk began writing, picking up the words with HD clarity.
It’s hard for me to keep on going with this career not acting like myself. I came here ‘acting’ like a hero, something I really wasn’t. I wanted to just prove I was a capable competitor and be able to hold some championship gold around my waist. I’m going to start acting myself, it doesn’t matter to me if the people cheer for me or begin to hate me, and it doesn’t really matter anymore. Letting for of my commitments to the crowd and just being free, showing my true colors to everybody. This upcoming Meltdown’s main event is going to be something to big; triple threat tag teams match. This will be a chance for me to prove everyone going into this match that they won’t be able to defeat me with ease.
But I feel conflicted, the inside of me split into two. I just really want to fight everyone on the roster and show everyone in APW that things shouldn’t rally rely on a record of some sorts. Of course the GM teamed me with Vincent Pennington, another man with a bad record himself. Even though he lost on last Meltdown’s main event, he still proved he was a threat to the title. Well I’ll have to be working extra hard, and Vincent already proved he’s a good enough contender. I did a horrible job last week yet Young Mannie was still capable of getting the win without me. My mother is back in Shoreline continuing to pray for me, everyone back there is hoping I get that North American Championship belt. To let these people stand in my way disgusts me and everyone supporting me, so hopefully those stupid four I’m facing will go out and fight me with all their power. I want to defeat you guys knowing that you were trying your best.
I’m going to have to use 300% of my power to bring all of you guys down, and if I can’t win, no one’s gonna’ win.
Krunk stops writing, pressing the end of his pen before putting it back in a mug which contained other pens. The cameraman takes a few steps back with the camera to keep some space away from Krunk’s face so the camera can pick it up clearly. Wearing a black tee with the numbers ‘23’ written on the center of the shirt in white coloring, and a pair of blue slim jeans. A wide toothy grin appearing on his visage, while opening up a bottle of Gatorade.
“A lot of odd things have been happening in my life, my friend suddenly has way more money than me. I don’t really like how Young Mannie’s been acting recently, his style and everything is something that I don’t really support as wrestler. It seems so stupid and I truly wanted to fight him this week but it seems like he’s booked in some sort of Tag Team match with his girl. That isn’t what I really wanted to talk about, but now that I put that aside, it’s time to talk about my match next week. Many of you think I’m on the losing team, that M&M is going to win or Lively’s crew. I’m going to tell you now that I’m going to do everything in my power to win this match.”
“As of late, I’ve been slacking myself and not training properly for any of my latest matches. But this one, something is different about this one since I dedicated this whole week to training for this one match. I’ve watched tapes of every single one of you guys wrestle, even my partner. Well it looks like every single one of you guys are more experienced than me, but that doesn’t really mean anything. Like I said I’ve defeated people who were in the business much longer than me so don’t think of it as an advantage in this match. I gotta admit though, you guys got a lot of moves. Things I need to watch out for, career ending if applied properly, seriously, you’re all freaks.”
“Everyone might think this is some random pairing but it actually isn’t, I’m actually happy that I’m being paired with Vincent Pennington. If you haven’t noticed, me and him are one of the two people that made an impact against Lively’s reign of terror. Others just speak of some stupid nonsense that they’re going to be taking that belt from him on One Night in Hell, but that’s highly unlikely. Vincent was close to beating Lively in a one on one match, but he failed. But he defended himself from an assault or should I say sneak attack right after the match from Lively. Not a lot of people in this brand can do that, I actually haven’t seen anyone on Meltdown do that. That’s why I give props to Vincent, and that he’s doing one helluva job on Meltdown.”
Comes to a pause, taking a sip of his Gatorade before turning back again to face the Panasonic Camcorder.
“Sabur, your one of the funniest dudes I’ve met since coming here. You’ve messed with me first, and I came back with ten times the force. You didn’t expect me to run you over with a golf cart right? It’s probably one of the smartest things I’ve done since coming onto this place. One of the things I’ve noticed about you is that your head is kind of shaped like a hammer, and your apparently irish, pretty stupid reason to call yourself the Irish Hammer if I were you. You’re like one of those lap dogs, doing whatever your boss says, anything; you might as well be doing some odd closet homo shit with the champ that no one on the roster knows about. If that leaks out it won’t be no surprise, but it makes me question getting in the ring with you, you might actually get too happy touching me in the ring. I bet you’re in too much pain to be even thinking about things like that, yet you still don’t understand hiding your injury is pretty dangerous and a stupid thing to do in this business. Just competing in match that’ll be hazardous to your health is kind of getting me pretty happy. Well you probably understand as well that you can’t ditch Lively cause no one in that god damn roster wants to be your replacement. If I were you I’d just leave right now, escape, because this might be my only chance to bring some official pain and I won’t get in any trouble.”
Krunk chuckles at his own last statement, his eyes still fixated on the camera in front of him. After a couple of moments he returns to his calm and cool composure he held earlier.
“Lively, there are a lot of things I've said about you, but after watching that little thing you brought up called a promo, I’ve questioned even more things about you. This time I’m going to go in depth about you, re-reading all my files about you, re-watching all those fighting tapes with information containing every single move you’ve used in wrestling today. I’ve got you memorized but I still don’t realize why you always bring up your dick in everything. Something I don’t understand today, I don’t really care that Sabur and your little crew ride it, but hey you need to lay off that shit. I’m here to explain that you’re completely shit, but your in-ring ability is pretty good, yet you don’t use it properly and you usually use some other outside sources to win a match. Robbed match with Shane Borderland, I actually saw what Sabur handed to you at Shockwave. Maybe a hard enough kick to your nuts might be the solution to this disgusting problem, get a feel of your own medicine. Or you could feed them to Aubrey, that’s something I’d condone, no doubt about that.”
“Aubrey being one of the few people I just seem to dislike, ever since she thought she was a better performer then I am. She might have a better record than me, and she does bring cheap pops from the fans that are bigger than the both of us. That’s because the thought of her booty-shaking is way hotter then. Just the thought of it right now gets me hot. Damn girl you are so fine, but it saddens me that your with a loser, whatever his name is. Just the thought of it is making it harder for me to talk about you. I thought you were chill until you insulted me, but I was sorta happy when Evan Envi came rolling down and called you a bitch. It seems like everybody keeps coming down just to make my job easier. It’ll be hard to hit such a good looking girl like you but hey, I’m willing to hit one to get this win. I’m an opportunist, searching for the proper time to win. I might be stacking loses, but it doesn’t really matter if I’ve already got that shot at the title. I’ve been disgusted by the way you act your arrogance, just because your undefeated doesn’t mean you can just do what you want.”
“Logan, I don’t want to hear another word from your mouth, you just do not know when to shut up. Damn, I got to slap you so hard that something happens to your tongue that causes you to shut up and talk when the Krunk lets you talk. You’ve been failing to understand one little thing here Logan, no one doesn’t want to know how you’ll beat me or your god damn strategy. I think you should have kept it hidden, because I’ve created a counter to your strategy. I produced it on the fly so I still don’t know if it will work correctly but hey, who gives a rat’s ass. I don’t understand, reading you up I’ve found out you’ve got way too many achievements, can’t even count how many championships you’ve won. But the bad part about it, I haven’t heard of you, me being a wrestling fan while I was younger. But what the hell, you probably lying about your age and that’s why you do the bangity bang bang with Aubrey J Parker, Evan Envi’s leftovers. Old ass fool, you’re probably twice my age, who the hell knows? All I know is that your hallucinating thinking you’re going to beat me on Meltdown. Probably been smoking too much of Aubrey. You disgust me, your nickname sounds like some stupid warrior I killed on Runescape. Killed that noob, he had some nice item drops. If I kick your head hard enough, means that I’ve surpassed yall.”
“Now lemme be the man to tell you all going into the match, all of you that have been questioning me. Underestimating me was one grave mistake that Michael Lively made, which makes you all very stupid. M&M keep expressing how they’re gonna beat that and how you’re going to do this. Can’t you guys shut the hell up? If you want to break my legs come do it Aubrey, I’ve been here waiting for a fight since day one from someone like you. Vincent is strong enough to give an ass kicking everybody in this god damn match; I don’t understand how you can insult us? There’s something me and Vincent had since day one on entering this company. Everybody is lacking in this something, which is ambition. Everyone entered here arrogantly claiming to be able to defeat their opponents. Even I was one of those people saying that, making promises that were consistently broken. It was then when I met my teacher who reminded me, it doesn’t matter about the physical strength advantages other wrestlers might bring to the table, what matters is the strength of your mind.”
“M&M might be good in bed together, but in the ring there shit. Lively and Sabur, y'all disgust me. Peace, stay strong, I think the emergency room has enough space for four more.”
Hurling the empty gatorade bottle at the lens, ending the transmission.
