Post by Raging Frank Lowe on Jan 17, 2021 23:01:20 GMT -5
Randy Buster. My, my. I’ll be damned if the old cat ain’t about 180 degrees different than the 7 foot high stacks of shit I’ve been handling lately… Look, Buster, I’ve got to admit something here: as a kid? I watched everything you did. Every damn body slam. Every one of your title matches. Every. Single. Brain Buster. I was there, Randy. If I’m being honest, I got into this business because when I was a kid, I wanted to be you.
As a kid, I’d watch your matches with bated breath while I sat on the edge of my seat. I wanted nothing more than to follow in your footsteps. To hold the AWPW World Championship. To be a legend.
And now?
Well, ain’t it weird how times change, old man?
I look at you and I’m just thanking my lucky fucking stars that I didn’t get what I wished for as a kid. Why in the hell would I want to be a grown ass man who has so little respect for himself that he allows people to call him Randy. I’m so glad the man I’ve become - the wrestler I’ve become - is lightyears ahead of where you’ve ever been, even on the best day of your entire career, Randy. I see you now, and all I see is a washed up shell of who I used to look up to. I watch you move like a wounded animal nowadays, and I just wish you would have realized when it was time to hang up the boots. You never should have stepped foot in an Action Wrestling ring, Randy. How did you delude yourself into thinking you could compete with people like me and my Hangmen or even some do-nothing asshole like Corey Bull? Honestly, are you fucking high or just stupid?
There’s only one way something like this ends for you, Randy: with you in a goddamn casket ala my old buddy, Gust. Look, you dumb son of a bitch, I’m going to show up at Clash this week ready to beat the piss right out of you. Given your advancing age, I figure that’s probably going to be relatively easy with all the incontinence in you old folks. But I’ll beat you like I’m trying to beat the piss out of the Randy Buster you used to be. You know, the man who might have given me a run for my money, the man who might have put up a goddamn fight. It’s been a lot of years since you were that guy, Randy. You put a lot of miles on your odometer since you were anywhere near good, and I’ve yet to even hit the peak of my career.
We’re going in two different directions, Randy. I’m on the upswing and you’re in fucking freefall.
It is what it is though, Randy. Time is a cruel fuckin’ mistress and all that bullshit. I just hope you understand that what I do to you at Clash… it ain’t personal. I’ve just been picked to be the man that takes the old dog out behind the barn and puts him down. Nobody wants to be the kid with the gun, but I’ll be damned if there ain’t some satisfaction in being the one to pull the trigger on your mercy killing.
As a kid, I’d watch your matches with bated breath while I sat on the edge of my seat. I wanted nothing more than to follow in your footsteps. To hold the AWPW World Championship. To be a legend.
And now?
Well, ain’t it weird how times change, old man?
I look at you and I’m just thanking my lucky fucking stars that I didn’t get what I wished for as a kid. Why in the hell would I want to be a grown ass man who has so little respect for himself that he allows people to call him Randy. I’m so glad the man I’ve become - the wrestler I’ve become - is lightyears ahead of where you’ve ever been, even on the best day of your entire career, Randy. I see you now, and all I see is a washed up shell of who I used to look up to. I watch you move like a wounded animal nowadays, and I just wish you would have realized when it was time to hang up the boots. You never should have stepped foot in an Action Wrestling ring, Randy. How did you delude yourself into thinking you could compete with people like me and my Hangmen or even some do-nothing asshole like Corey Bull? Honestly, are you fucking high or just stupid?
There’s only one way something like this ends for you, Randy: with you in a goddamn casket ala my old buddy, Gust. Look, you dumb son of a bitch, I’m going to show up at Clash this week ready to beat the piss right out of you. Given your advancing age, I figure that’s probably going to be relatively easy with all the incontinence in you old folks. But I’ll beat you like I’m trying to beat the piss out of the Randy Buster you used to be. You know, the man who might have given me a run for my money, the man who might have put up a goddamn fight. It’s been a lot of years since you were that guy, Randy. You put a lot of miles on your odometer since you were anywhere near good, and I’ve yet to even hit the peak of my career.
We’re going in two different directions, Randy. I’m on the upswing and you’re in fucking freefall.
It is what it is though, Randy. Time is a cruel fuckin’ mistress and all that bullshit. I just hope you understand that what I do to you at Clash… it ain’t personal. I’ve just been picked to be the man that takes the old dog out behind the barn and puts him down. Nobody wants to be the kid with the gun, but I’ll be damned if there ain’t some satisfaction in being the one to pull the trigger on your mercy killing.