Post by Randy Buster on Jan 3, 2021 12:34:03 GMT -5
Randy Buster
2021 is not going to be your year, Zaigon. It may not be my year, but pal, it won't be yours and I'll be sure of that. I came into Action Wrestling with an open heart and open mind; I said I'm going to return to the business I was apart of for 30 years, and AW accepted me as one of their own. The biggest and best promotion in the world said I could wrestle on Monday Nights. I got sober, I got clean, I got an opportunity, I got to see my grandbaby again, and she got to see her Pop-Pop on television but Zaigon, you tried taking that away from me.
You rained down that broken chair on me as if I was stuck in a storm. A bad storm. They had to give me pain killers, they had to keep my grandbaby away from me because everyone was afraid I'd go back to the bottle and drugs. They thought, because of you, I was going back to the old me. They thought I was going to close my eyes and succumb to the darkness. I didn't. I kept my eyes open, kept em' to the sky, and kept the bright lights all around me. My family helped me through it, I pushed through it, and now I'm healthy again, and now on Monday I'm going to stare at you from across the ring but one thing just occurred to me, Zaigon... I did go back to the old me.
The violent, the twisted, the vicious me.
For every chair shot you smashed against my body as I laid there lifeless and unconscious, I'm going to rain down my right hand against your fragile looking face. For every time you picked up that chair to swing it down on me, I'm going to rain down my head against yours, and finally when the time is right I'm going to pick your near-lifeless sack of sand body up into my arms, I'm going to hold you upside down and I'm going to drop you on your head onto a steel chair busting you wide open and then, and only then Zaigon, will you finally feel the wrath of my darkness leaving my body and absorbing yours.
You took me off of television for months, you forced me to be on bed rest, and for what? What have you accomplished since? Absolutely nothing. You're in the same spot you were in October. You're going to pay and you're going to pay dearly.
Just remember, Zaigon, you started this mess. I'm just going to clean it up. Good luck on Tuesday morning. You're going to wake up in a hospital bed and you're going to want to reach for more prescription drugs, you're going to want to drink to make the pain go away. Will you succumb to the darkness? If you ask me, I don't give a shit. You deserve to sleep in the gutter. On Monday, I'm just going to get you started down that path.
2021 is not going to be your year, Zaigon. It may not be my year, but pal, it won't be yours and I'll be sure of that. I came into Action Wrestling with an open heart and open mind; I said I'm going to return to the business I was apart of for 30 years, and AW accepted me as one of their own. The biggest and best promotion in the world said I could wrestle on Monday Nights. I got sober, I got clean, I got an opportunity, I got to see my grandbaby again, and she got to see her Pop-Pop on television but Zaigon, you tried taking that away from me.
You rained down that broken chair on me as if I was stuck in a storm. A bad storm. They had to give me pain killers, they had to keep my grandbaby away from me because everyone was afraid I'd go back to the bottle and drugs. They thought, because of you, I was going back to the old me. They thought I was going to close my eyes and succumb to the darkness. I didn't. I kept my eyes open, kept em' to the sky, and kept the bright lights all around me. My family helped me through it, I pushed through it, and now I'm healthy again, and now on Monday I'm going to stare at you from across the ring but one thing just occurred to me, Zaigon... I did go back to the old me.
The violent, the twisted, the vicious me.
For every chair shot you smashed against my body as I laid there lifeless and unconscious, I'm going to rain down my right hand against your fragile looking face. For every time you picked up that chair to swing it down on me, I'm going to rain down my head against yours, and finally when the time is right I'm going to pick your near-lifeless sack of sand body up into my arms, I'm going to hold you upside down and I'm going to drop you on your head onto a steel chair busting you wide open and then, and only then Zaigon, will you finally feel the wrath of my darkness leaving my body and absorbing yours.
You took me off of television for months, you forced me to be on bed rest, and for what? What have you accomplished since? Absolutely nothing. You're in the same spot you were in October. You're going to pay and you're going to pay dearly.
Just remember, Zaigon, you started this mess. I'm just going to clean it up. Good luck on Tuesday morning. You're going to wake up in a hospital bed and you're going to want to reach for more prescription drugs, you're going to want to drink to make the pain go away. Will you succumb to the darkness? If you ask me, I don't give a shit. You deserve to sleep in the gutter. On Monday, I'm just going to get you started down that path.