Post by Jaice Wilds on Nov 11, 2018 23:39:48 GMT -5
The following is a letter addressed and published to the Action Wrestling Website.
I was going to write another letter. You know, because That's my thing. But my partner this week has a fun little shtick where he raps about his matches. And since I have nothing but the utmost respect for my man Teddy Geisel, I thought I'd go ahead and shoot my own rhymes in a show of solidarity. Go ahead and play that mp3 I have attached to this mail.
201 Champ and I'm back in the ring
Bout to lay down the law, baby, do my thing
There's damn good reason I wear this bling
Take it to the sky like I got wings
My boy Teddy got a badass swing
Bout to bring it to ya when that bell goes ding
Y'all ain't ready for what the two of us bring
Cause the carnage we sew makes the heavens sing
Y'all ain't ready for the moves when I go to spring
Get ready for some lines from the Cruiserweight King
First up, that little punk QDT
Number One Contender coming for me
Keep your eyes up, bitch, you gotta see
What happens when you mess with the king OG
Think you got game, boy, take a knee
I got moves even psychics can't foresee
You in the pros, still playing peewee
When it comes to this business, I'm the marquee
The best there ever was- You're a never-will-be
Think you got the chops to beat me, I disagree
Have your ass limping away like an amputee
For this week's match, here's a guarantee
Got you and Preston locked down like detainees
Like a couple of relapsed parolees
Put your asses away and throw away the key
Now here's a few things you should know about me
I'm homicidal, suicidal
Always movin, never idle
Call your god and grab your bible
My high-flying ways unbridled
I'm the best, the archetypal
You in the crosshairs of my rifle
Pop and go, it's all survival
Here we go; Xtreme Revival
Wait
Almost forgot that Preston kid
That other little twit from across the skids
Little English fuck thinks he's amid
The best of the best- gods forbid
Son, you’re not even on the grid
Climbing ladders, hit the chute and slid
But this week, you have one more bid
I'll beat you then hand you fifty quid
Go back to the UK and learn, little shit
You ain't ready for this
You boys are stepping in the ring with the champ
Giving your careers a much needed revamp
Bout to take you boys to summer camp
Listen to you bitchin and moanin bout your random cramps
Got this shit on lock, sealed with a stamp
The Xtreme Aerialist tagging up with Teddy
Match barely been announced and you two are getting sweaty
We already knew you punks wouldn't be ready
But we're hunting your asses like Jason and Freddy
Tearing your asses up like we're being petty
But the truth is we know we're better than you both already
So go ahead before the show and get your mani/pedis
Cause we bring it hard, we keep consistent, keep it steady
This week, there's no tag team match
Just two real wrestlers kicking ass
Of two Brits ready to be smashed
Teddy and Wilds takin out the trash
Get your cameras, set the flash
Immortalize the way these boys get thrashed
UK hacks, y’all get the US slash
Give you both a vicious gash
Oh shit, time's up; I gotta dash
So for my final word, here's the last
See you boys this week at Clash.