Post by Jessie Lee on Jan 14, 2024 2:39:53 GMT -5
Another week....
Another clueless dope getting turned away.
Raja, mate, I know that you're as delusional a fool as there'll EVER be, but I gotta remind you that YOU wanted this asswhooping. YOU were the one that, after claiming an impromptu count-out win, stood in the center of that ring and declared yourself to be the NEXT body to step up to the Television strap plate. YOU, in your kingly infinite wisdom, watched me turn away challengers like TJ Alexander an' Vespertine and ya thought to yourself that "Yeah, THAT'S the bish I wanna fuck with! Especially with MY shitacular Tripura kingdom bullshit!".
Ya signed your own execution order, arrogant twat.
So bring that little Royal Guard, have 'em point their little power rings to the sky, an' summon Captain Tripura' 'Cause summoning a fictional hero to save your charisma less ass is about the ONLY way you're walkin' out with MY Television strap. The Keer Twins ain't gonna be much help to ya when I'm beating you within an inch of your life. I mean, how could they when they're goin' to be in the same boat as YOU if they're dumb enough to follow ya out to that Seattle ring. Course, you're probably anglin' to sick that whale of a man, Sadi, on me instead of mannin' up yourself.
That's fine.
I'll just show the WORLD why I was the one to slay the DRAUGR DRAGON.
Why I CARRY EVERY division I'm IN.
But go ahead, Raj. Try an' be that stupid cunt that puts me in my place; try to do what TJ an' Ves couldn't. BE the KING that you think yourself to be an' try to do to me what ya did to Hajeet. DETHRONE ME. Bring your silly pawns an' beat me within an inch of my life. BE that GENIUS GENERAL your so-called "KINGDOM" needs. DO IT, Raj! Just fuckin' DO. IT. TAKE THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP FROM ME!
Just know, that when ~not IF, but WHEN~ I get back up I am going to do FAR more than beat the hell out of you. More than beat you down an' break you. I'm not going to simply remind you of why you were the "Forgotten Prince"; why your own family FORGOT your existence. Then, once I'm done embarrassing you, I'm goin' to BURN Tripura to the fucking ground.
Sounds like a real riot, eh?
Shame it won't get that far; now will it, Raj?
No.
It won't.
Instead, we'll fight a fight FAR more VICIOUS than you've EVER fought and I'm goin' to kick your skull into the nosebleeds of the Climate Pledge Arena. Monday Night ain't goin' to be the night ya so DESPERATELY hope it'll be. There won't be a championship strap 'round your waist when ya walk out. Hell, once I'm through dismantling you your boys are goin' to CART your CARCASS to the Seattle Morgue 'fore y'all get sent back to India.
Now kindly fuck off so a REAL challenger can step up.
Another clueless dope getting turned away.
Raja, mate, I know that you're as delusional a fool as there'll EVER be, but I gotta remind you that YOU wanted this asswhooping. YOU were the one that, after claiming an impromptu count-out win, stood in the center of that ring and declared yourself to be the NEXT body to step up to the Television strap plate. YOU, in your kingly infinite wisdom, watched me turn away challengers like TJ Alexander an' Vespertine and ya thought to yourself that "Yeah, THAT'S the bish I wanna fuck with! Especially with MY shitacular Tripura kingdom bullshit!".
Ya signed your own execution order, arrogant twat.
So bring that little Royal Guard, have 'em point their little power rings to the sky, an' summon Captain Tripura' 'Cause summoning a fictional hero to save your charisma less ass is about the ONLY way you're walkin' out with MY Television strap. The Keer Twins ain't gonna be much help to ya when I'm beating you within an inch of your life. I mean, how could they when they're goin' to be in the same boat as YOU if they're dumb enough to follow ya out to that Seattle ring. Course, you're probably anglin' to sick that whale of a man, Sadi, on me instead of mannin' up yourself.
That's fine.
I'll just show the WORLD why I was the one to slay the DRAUGR DRAGON.
Why I CARRY EVERY division I'm IN.
But go ahead, Raj. Try an' be that stupid cunt that puts me in my place; try to do what TJ an' Ves couldn't. BE the KING that you think yourself to be an' try to do to me what ya did to Hajeet. DETHRONE ME. Bring your silly pawns an' beat me within an inch of my life. BE that GENIUS GENERAL your so-called "KINGDOM" needs. DO IT, Raj! Just fuckin' DO. IT. TAKE THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP FROM ME!
Just know, that when ~not IF, but WHEN~ I get back up I am going to do FAR more than beat the hell out of you. More than beat you down an' break you. I'm not going to simply remind you of why you were the "Forgotten Prince"; why your own family FORGOT your existence. Then, once I'm done embarrassing you, I'm goin' to BURN Tripura to the fucking ground.
Sounds like a real riot, eh?
Shame it won't get that far; now will it, Raj?
No.
It won't.
Instead, we'll fight a fight FAR more VICIOUS than you've EVER fought and I'm goin' to kick your skull into the nosebleeds of the Climate Pledge Arena. Monday Night ain't goin' to be the night ya so DESPERATELY hope it'll be. There won't be a championship strap 'round your waist when ya walk out. Hell, once I'm through dismantling you your boys are goin' to CART your CARCASS to the Seattle Morgue 'fore y'all get sent back to India.
Now kindly fuck off so a REAL challenger can step up.