Post by Mr. Psychedelic Brandon Leno on Jun 11, 2023 9:55:01 GMT -5
Hotaka….what the fuck. That was some weird ass shit, not gonna lie, freaked me the fuck out a bit man. That vision projected some nightmares lately that were real fuckin heavy bro. But I can’t let that affect me as I gear up for Evo, baby…fire one up!
What a wild fuckin Cruiser last week eh, kids? Serenity, Driller and ZMac continue their epic dance to history with that epic reunification match, fuckin groovy man.
This shit hits right…that sweet smell…ooh that smell. Cruiser also sealed my fate for Evolution this year…and it's going to be fire, because man, you got Szymon Ross, Hotaka, and the groovy one on one on one in an old fashion threeway dance, man.
The Catskills are beautiful, and for the next couple weeks, the place I call home. My soul continues this journey of rebirth, like a child who is thirsty, my soul seeks nourishment that can quench the thirst that kills so many souls.
Evo is going to be a fuckin blast man, but before that, we got one more Cruiser to go…kicking off with sweet little number between Spayde Martinez and Mr. Psychedelic. Spayde, as with my previous two opponents, has a lot of negative energy, bad vibes, and once again…no respect for anyone or anything. That’s a real bummer, man. Rip it and finish that shit off…
You know what isn’t a bummer though…Lexi Stone, my girl. All you had to do was ask girl, you want some, you know where to find me, you dig it? When I came back, I made it a point to try and bring some good vibes, positive energy. The ultimate goal has always stayed the same…becoming a champion. But on the way there, I want to make AW a positive place again, man. Earth has so much greed, corruption, a hunger for fuckin absolute power, only to abuse it for the good of themselves but not what’s good for the soul of the universe.
It’s hard to be negative when that warmth of the sun hits your skin on a beautiful June day. The wonders of being out in the open, free of the 9-5, soul sucking corporate lifestyle that continues to swallow us into the belly of the beast, known as hell.
Spayde is no different than the other two opponents I have faced since my return. All about themselves, no respect for anyone or anything. No appreciation just more and more and more because they can’t satisfy the monster who never can never have sustenance, it's never enough, man. Spayde needs it so badly that she has to self-proclaim herself a champion and bring her own title with her man. I don’t dig that ya know?
As I bask in the glow of the sunlight, a rustle captures my sensory receptors. A beautiful white rabbit…this one’s real, not like last Saturday. Picking it up, a warmness falls over my soul again as the soft fur gives me a fuzzy feeling of happiness.
Maybe she can win the scramble for the AW Women’s Title at Evo, although my favorite horse in that race is Azzy V. For this week though Spayde, it's going to be tough for you to walk out a winner against me baby. It’s not arrogance, its confidence, although there can be a very fine line between those two, man. My hope is that I can show Spayde the ethereal beauty through the magnificent lens of the universe as I have, baby, because it's one groovy time man. This Monday, I’m going to use this match to maximize my momentum going into Evo. It’s going to be a groovy show before the PPV and I can’t wait to kick it off man.
I set the bunny free, because nothing should ever be chained down to one person, place or thing if they choose not to. Let life, live life. It’s time that I climb out of the mountains for now.