Post by Psycho Vindel on Dec 7, 2021 13:21:58 GMT -5
On every street corner in America, there is a shady guy slinging dice. This corner was no different. Psycho Vindel had dead presidents burning a hole in his pockets - itchin to be set free. This is how you turn $17 bucks into a few hunkos. Psycho knelt down at the game. Slapped his best friends in the concrete pressed those dice into his palms.
“Action Wrestling. Blow on these, baby, Psycho Vindel says that you gone need the luck.”
ROLL. WILD 7’S
“Rake it in, rake in it. Papa needs TJ Greymoores Only Fans account.”
ROLL. HOT 7’S
“ Action Wrestling, I heard you’re having a cruiserweight rumble match. Well, ain't that some shit. I feel like causing a little havoc, myself. Keeton, you’re in a tough spot. It’s your belt but it ain't your match. A lot of you think that this is your time to shine. Put your name out there -”
ROLL 7’S
“But cool your boy off, because this is fire. You want to put your name out there. Be somebody. Do something special. Have your name attached to something.
I am Somebody: Psycho Vindel.
I do special things: I beat you goons
I have my name attached to something: A Summons.
It's like trailer park voo-doo. That guy, Torture, he puts my name on checks, and like magic *poof* I appear. To cause trouble, to cause Havoc. I’m a great disrupter in the work where all of you take this shit too god damn serious. I’ve been on food stamps. I been on section 8. I’ve peeled guts off the grooves on the interstate for Thanksgiving. I cooked food in trash cans and then slept in that very same trash can. I am the very thing that all of you are running run. Black, White, purple, green - it don't matter because the spectre of bad decisions comes for us all and now it's coming for you at Havoc rumble.
It’s not about why you’re in this. It's not about your opportunities, Its about why that fella Torture chose me to take those opportunities from you. It’s like Hockey, I’m just the guy that fights people. Hip check you in row G and watch as puff the dragon tries to re-attach your hip bone to your neck bone. Keeton, now that yours or anyone else's time to shine. I’m rolling heavy. And when I crap out. So don’t all of you. Then you’re all left circling the wagons and jerking each other's dicks and clits because suddenly it's all of you against the new Cruiserweight champion - Psycho Vindel.
It just takes all of you tripping over your dicks to figure that out.
Why is Torture allowing this? Go ask him. Just don’t cry to me when you don’t like the answer.
Psycho. Fuckin. Vindel.
“Action Wrestling. Blow on these, baby, Psycho Vindel says that you gone need the luck.”
ROLL. WILD 7’S
“Rake it in, rake in it. Papa needs TJ Greymoores Only Fans account.”
ROLL. HOT 7’S
“ Action Wrestling, I heard you’re having a cruiserweight rumble match. Well, ain't that some shit. I feel like causing a little havoc, myself. Keeton, you’re in a tough spot. It’s your belt but it ain't your match. A lot of you think that this is your time to shine. Put your name out there -”
ROLL 7’S
“But cool your boy off, because this is fire. You want to put your name out there. Be somebody. Do something special. Have your name attached to something.
I am Somebody: Psycho Vindel.
I do special things: I beat you goons
I have my name attached to something: A Summons.
It's like trailer park voo-doo. That guy, Torture, he puts my name on checks, and like magic *poof* I appear. To cause trouble, to cause Havoc. I’m a great disrupter in the work where all of you take this shit too god damn serious. I’ve been on food stamps. I been on section 8. I’ve peeled guts off the grooves on the interstate for Thanksgiving. I cooked food in trash cans and then slept in that very same trash can. I am the very thing that all of you are running run. Black, White, purple, green - it don't matter because the spectre of bad decisions comes for us all and now it's coming for you at Havoc rumble.
It’s not about why you’re in this. It's not about your opportunities, Its about why that fella Torture chose me to take those opportunities from you. It’s like Hockey, I’m just the guy that fights people. Hip check you in row G and watch as puff the dragon tries to re-attach your hip bone to your neck bone. Keeton, now that yours or anyone else's time to shine. I’m rolling heavy. And when I crap out. So don’t all of you. Then you’re all left circling the wagons and jerking each other's dicks and clits because suddenly it's all of you against the new Cruiserweight champion - Psycho Vindel.
It just takes all of you tripping over your dicks to figure that out.
Why is Torture allowing this? Go ask him. Just don’t cry to me when you don’t like the answer.
Psycho. Fuckin. Vindel.