Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2021 2:05:01 GMT -5
We open to Harry Diderot in a his best pimp coat like some Kat Williams motherfucker, and he is making it look goddamn pimped out. He gets up and close with the camera’s business.
“Listen up Markus. Hippo has had one bad time of things since my loss to Katherine Hastings. That stung. But what’s gonna sting worse is when these five fingers come up side your face!
You listening now because Hippo gonna preach. And you, and them Milk Crate Boyz, all y’all gonna get sit down. Then you gonna shut the fuck up as Hippo get on his podium. The good word of Diderot is coming from the heart, soul and power of The Culture.
Don’t believe me, witness my healing hands on this moment in AW history. The moment you crossed da Hippo’s watering hole. Ya didn’t pay no respect to the man. And you didn’t take the moment to realize that once you cross a hippo—ya done for, bruh! Donezo for this bonzo!”
He does a gator clap before swiping at the camera for someone like a pimp slap.
“Call me direct, but the biggest problem has been for weeks that you limp around Clash like you got something to prove. You might have gotten the best of my attack. And in the soul of wrestling, I was wrong to come at you like a thug bitch. Well you best bet that the new and improved Hippo is here to meet you man to man as he should.
No Crate Boyz gonna stop the fury of a Hippo’s fury when I come and my hands on your person. I’m gonna take you down to the dark side of A-Town. Them low rent, darkness and godforsaken lands of Norcross where even the trains don’t run no more. Don’t believe me... you better because I speak from the soul.
And when comes to your thoughts of the House of Diderot, you only think of me as the kind of man to take an old namesake and splatter it on the walls like a Waffle House shitter at 3am. I am not just an angry old wrestler with bones to pick either. Nah bruh! I redefined the final age of UCI, and now I’m back to bring that thickness, that sexiness and that badass bitchness needed to change this hokey world.
So bring ya tight Tees and dockers because this battle of the dad bods is going to end up and down with Hippo Harry Diderot slamming you for an entire 10 mins. 1 by 1 by every fucking 1 you gonna see the fury of the man you damn sure should not have fucked with, DTF.
And what’s up with that? DTF like my preacher whenever he gets on about TikTok and Twitter not propagated by Joel Osteen. An alabaster bullshit that makes chalky walks all the rage with nobody. People know that melanin parade begins with athletes like yours truly blasting down barriers with my size fifteen ass kicking boots!”
Hippo growls and barks like DMX.
“You are in the wrong yard, my brutha. I am not going to bow to a man who cannot even deal with the family he procreated. You as a dad makes me want to have kids just so I can prove how badly you doing this. Hell, I could be a checks only pappa and I’d still be a better fatha than what you bringing to the table.
Family is the soul of this business. My long lost brother Richie knew that the only way to the heart of wrestling was for the Hippo to return. I have healed and rebuilt the lives of so many with my courage to return to this ring.
Now I get the lackadaisical dip and chew face of a walrus nobody would touch even if he’s packing the same caliber. What makes us different is that I list that shit on my profile. Ain’t scared someone would pop in and check barrels. They know with the walk in these boots, and fine smack of these manly hands that I walk the game of the heat I’m packing. Now are you DTF with that?
Nah! You tripping, chucking at the line without bothering to go hard in the paint with a true Shaqradamaus. A powerhouse unlike any other in the history of AW. But no, go on and talk some shit about how Hippo is lost. How he’s fat. How’s just not cut for this new age of wrestling.
Once a foo always a fool, and I got no time for negative energy. I am training to get back into the title game. First, I gotta drop you from all six stories of this rock hard frame. This porkchop butt backing up – Beep! Beep! – about to wreck your little world of whiners, sinners and oiled up cabana boyz climbing them milk crates. Nothing gonna stop me from parting the Red Seas of your hate at Execution as I tattoo another tear for this sad display of wrestling, DTF.
Hippo out!”
He struts off to Sam and Dave “I’m Coming” like a total boss.
“Listen up Markus. Hippo has had one bad time of things since my loss to Katherine Hastings. That stung. But what’s gonna sting worse is when these five fingers come up side your face!
You listening now because Hippo gonna preach. And you, and them Milk Crate Boyz, all y’all gonna get sit down. Then you gonna shut the fuck up as Hippo get on his podium. The good word of Diderot is coming from the heart, soul and power of The Culture.
Don’t believe me, witness my healing hands on this moment in AW history. The moment you crossed da Hippo’s watering hole. Ya didn’t pay no respect to the man. And you didn’t take the moment to realize that once you cross a hippo—ya done for, bruh! Donezo for this bonzo!”
He does a gator clap before swiping at the camera for someone like a pimp slap.
“Call me direct, but the biggest problem has been for weeks that you limp around Clash like you got something to prove. You might have gotten the best of my attack. And in the soul of wrestling, I was wrong to come at you like a thug bitch. Well you best bet that the new and improved Hippo is here to meet you man to man as he should.
No Crate Boyz gonna stop the fury of a Hippo’s fury when I come and my hands on your person. I’m gonna take you down to the dark side of A-Town. Them low rent, darkness and godforsaken lands of Norcross where even the trains don’t run no more. Don’t believe me... you better because I speak from the soul.
And when comes to your thoughts of the House of Diderot, you only think of me as the kind of man to take an old namesake and splatter it on the walls like a Waffle House shitter at 3am. I am not just an angry old wrestler with bones to pick either. Nah bruh! I redefined the final age of UCI, and now I’m back to bring that thickness, that sexiness and that badass bitchness needed to change this hokey world.
So bring ya tight Tees and dockers because this battle of the dad bods is going to end up and down with Hippo Harry Diderot slamming you for an entire 10 mins. 1 by 1 by every fucking 1 you gonna see the fury of the man you damn sure should not have fucked with, DTF.
And what’s up with that? DTF like my preacher whenever he gets on about TikTok and Twitter not propagated by Joel Osteen. An alabaster bullshit that makes chalky walks all the rage with nobody. People know that melanin parade begins with athletes like yours truly blasting down barriers with my size fifteen ass kicking boots!”
Hippo growls and barks like DMX.
“You are in the wrong yard, my brutha. I am not going to bow to a man who cannot even deal with the family he procreated. You as a dad makes me want to have kids just so I can prove how badly you doing this. Hell, I could be a checks only pappa and I’d still be a better fatha than what you bringing to the table.
Family is the soul of this business. My long lost brother Richie knew that the only way to the heart of wrestling was for the Hippo to return. I have healed and rebuilt the lives of so many with my courage to return to this ring.
Now I get the lackadaisical dip and chew face of a walrus nobody would touch even if he’s packing the same caliber. What makes us different is that I list that shit on my profile. Ain’t scared someone would pop in and check barrels. They know with the walk in these boots, and fine smack of these manly hands that I walk the game of the heat I’m packing. Now are you DTF with that?
Nah! You tripping, chucking at the line without bothering to go hard in the paint with a true Shaqradamaus. A powerhouse unlike any other in the history of AW. But no, go on and talk some shit about how Hippo is lost. How he’s fat. How’s just not cut for this new age of wrestling.
Once a foo always a fool, and I got no time for negative energy. I am training to get back into the title game. First, I gotta drop you from all six stories of this rock hard frame. This porkchop butt backing up – Beep! Beep! – about to wreck your little world of whiners, sinners and oiled up cabana boyz climbing them milk crates. Nothing gonna stop me from parting the Red Seas of your hate at Execution as I tattoo another tear for this sad display of wrestling, DTF.
Hippo out!”
He struts off to Sam and Dave “I’m Coming” like a total boss.