Post by Cassidy Adler on Mar 23, 2022 8:38:40 GMT -5
‘Let’s change the pace and talk morals for a minute,
‘I know, right? Cassidy Adler of all people, about to give big bad Grindhouse and their Daddy Angelo a lecture about how to be better people and have a stricter code, a more honorable way of living. A bit rich coming from me, no?
‘Luckily, this ain’t about a moral compass.
‘This is about not being bitch-made, and unfortunately for you boys, none of you make the cut.
‘Because for everything you fuckin’ dweebs might say about me, I’m the only person on this damn roster not on some fake shit. What you see is what you get, and what you’re seeing in front of you is the sexiest, cockiest, swaggiest, and most savage king about to go on his giga-Chad shit while he slaps a few more pretenders into their sad boi feelings before he goes on to win Havoc in a few weeks.
‘Because nothin’ screams “bitch boy” like letting your bud shit all over your so-called “friend” on live TV while you sit there like a deer in the fuckin’ headlights, huh, Holden?. For someone who prides himself on being some type of threat, you sure stood there frozen about as stiff as my cock when I’m out here piping a straight 10.
‘Man, I hope your Dad isn’t too disappointed as he looks down on you, wondering how he procreated such a limp-dicked, noodle-wristed son like yourself. I’d say be ashamed, but you’re probably too busy thinking of how you can explain this to poor Tee-Tee without seeming like a complete asshole, because it would be just like you to take zero accountability for anything except your successes, hey, Holden?
‘At least it explains the company you keep in Joey boi over there, you know, the guy who prided himself on being the one who stood up to bullies, only to end up siding with the bully once he got a little taste of what life was like on the other side.
‘It’s rich, really. Not you guys, nah. In terms of clout, morals, and I’d assume material wealth (not that I care to check, you’re not important enough, which kinda tells the whole story, doesn’t it?) you're cheap as they come. But the concept IS rich. The dudes called The Grindhouse are running from The Grind. If you boys were Damian Lillard, you’d have already signed to the Brooklyn Nets for the minimum and called it a day. I guess that’s what happens when you realize your title reign which was birthed out of pure luck and circumstance got put into the fuckin’ dirt the moment you faced even the slightest of competition, hm?
‘Because that’s all you boys are when it comes down to it. Talk. And that’s coming from a guy who knows how to talk his shit and bring in the results when they count. Ya boi had a target on his back from day one, and I’m still walking around here with more title reigns to my name than what half of you “serious” athletes can tout. The same goes for Havoc, where all you chumps start getting all sentimental and talking about how this shit means the world to you. Yeah, I slide into the top 10 in back-to-back years in that shit like it’s a breeze. Where I’m from? We call that shit light work, my guys.
‘And that’s what this comes down to in the end, doesn’t it? Because you guys HAVE to try. You HAVE to put on the front. You HAVE to take orders from another man like little lapdogs because that’s all you got. That’s the only way you can make an impact, small as it may be.
'You aren’t on this level, and you ain’t ever gonna be.
‘How’s that shit taste?
‘Probably about as sour as our boy Angelo, I’d assume. Because when you’re talking bitch-made, this man is the definition. A bitter vet with an ego the size of the Titanic, but with shriveled balls that make him about as intimidating as Johnny Bacchus after a couple of tequila shots with the girlies.
‘Man, it was fuckin’ sickening watching you bitch and whine about being given the short end of the stick against CJ, acting like you wouldn’t take advantage of the exact same shit if you were in that position. Because other people being underhanded is only bad when it isn’t you, right?
‘Might wanna check the records then, pal. Because if that’s the case, I’m basically your worst nightmare.
‘Because here’s the thing, my man… you don’t get to play both sides. You wanna be hot shit and do the post-match attacks and take that whole approach? Go ahead, bro. Flex that shit. Let it pump up that tiny brain of yours until it fools you enough into thinking you’re actually worth a damn, but don’t be bitchin’ that you got “cheated” like you aren’t that dude as well.
‘That’s why against me? You’ve already fuckin’ lost. Because I’m not delusional, I know people are raring to give me mine when they come up against me. They’ll use a trick if they need to if it means getting a one-up on a “scumbag” like me.
‘That’s why that, for all your experience, for all that bravado, for being the self-proclaimed ‘Living Legend’, you’re still out here striving for the second-best belt instead of competing to be the fuckin’ King.
‘Because you don’t got it in you.
‘Honestly though? I’m glad this shit got booked. Because I think you’ve made Sammy and Tee-Tee mad, and while being angry against a guy like me is absolutely fuckin’ useless and would never work, against people like you and The Grindhouse, it’s perfect.
‘5 delusional, emotional wrecks bumper-car smashing each other for 20 minutes.
‘And one Cassidy Adler left to pick up the pieces, solving the (very easy) puzzle on his way to snatching another W.
‘It is what it is.”