No Scrubs: Gender Swapped Edition
Mar 14, 2021 12:44:36 GMT -5
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Post by Spencer Adams on Mar 14, 2021 12:44:36 GMT -5
Uh oh, Claire. This is not good. This is..wow. This was the part where you were supposed to offer up your meanest flurry of clapbacks. These are the opening rounds and you already look like Nate Robinson on Fite TV. It’s supposed to be Claire taking a few on the chin and keeping those hands up, but instead you’ve shown that vignette number two clearly has left you reeling to the point that I’m not even sure we should have this match. It would not surprise me in the slightest if officials decide to just give me the week off after placing you under concussion protocol, cause bahGAWD, you are fucking soiling it. I went, you went, I went, you went and then Twitter….have you read Twitter, Claire? Here are a few of my favorites..
These are supposed to be the mind games played before we meet to trade blows and you are one hundred and ten percent getting bonked to death by a man who pulled out a wiffleball bat, because they had the foresight that you didn’t and understand who is who on the food chain. Your entire rebuttal can be broken down to you trying to tell me that I’m a dummy for shitting on your every talking point in a match where it’s literally in the contract for us to debate each other and give the fans something good to chew on. I offer meat and potatoes and you kick a rawhide bone in their direction. It’s like you don’t even care about the ink you laid down or the people who watch this product.
You want the ego sat aside? Maybe you should quit adding air to it with shit responses. You want a humble Spencer Adams, then maybe try showing me somebody worth giving a handshake to post-victory. As it stands right now, I’m not seeing that person. All I see is a bitter woman who thinks that time served equates to credit earned. You get to step in here and show the world that you’re a real vet and so far, you’ve been nothing but an entitled dork. Is this you actually adapting or is it you trying and failing, because you don’t know right from left?
You come back at me with more talk about how beating Deruty for a world title doesn’t matter. You’re right in the assessment that Deruty sucks, but Wade Moor sure fucking doesn’t. You claim that post-tragedy, I turned into shit. Surely, I don’t need to run through the list of what I continue to do every year in this company again, do I? In fact, I’ll challenge you once more. I’ll take a step back on that front and allow the GREAT Claire Hawkins to tell us all what it is she’s done in three plus years aside from two collective months worth of a TV title around her waist.
It’s a shame that you get all this time to build your brand and give Spencer Adams a real money matchup and you just can’t, because there’s almost nothing to show for your career to this point. You’re no gladiator primed and ready to take my head off and hold it up in front of the colosseum. You’re just a crying wojak come to life, still bitching and moaning that this is the first time they’ve been let out of the basement when you know damn well that deep down, you’re scared of the world outside of it. Instead of taking accountability for your failures, you double down and try to say Mike Tyson ain’t shit despite the fact that you never even beat Glass Joe in the minor circuit.
Telling me the world forgot about Spencer Adams is simply ignoring the pops that happen every time I step through that curtain. I go out there as Spencer Adams, I win titles. I go out there as KOS, I win titles. I could go out there and tell the world my name is Claire Hawkins and they would STILL cheer for my ass, because I’d win titles like I do year after year. Those people react how they do, because I don’t skip a beat. Unlike Claire Hawkins, Spencer Adams is always here for them. Spencer Adams stays the course and doesn’t settle.
When it comes time for me to beat you out of my division, I want you to remember this exchange and how fucking silly you looked when you tried to jobbersplain to everyone that Spencer Adams doesn’t matter, because winning doesn’t matter. Remember that I carried myself like a standard bearer while you went full pre-teen nihilist and gave top level competition the “whatever” treatment like you were Bhad Bhabie and this was Dr. Phil at nine in the morning.
I wonder how you think this is gonna go down. Truly and honestly, have you thought about your future after losing this match? When it’s time for you to do the George Michael Bluth walk of shame back to the bottom of the card, will you still be capable of even stepping into the ring to take the L against Downfall or Twiztid? After all the shit you’ve TRIED to talk, how will you fake confidence? I’ve got to be honest, I’ve grown real fucking weary of your act through these past few days. So much so, that I’m not just going to send you back to where you came. I’m sending Claire Hawkins to therapy. When that bell rings, I’m going to embarrass you...but I’m sure your zodiac already told you that.
“Can we start calling him the crusher of souls? haha. It’s like people forget that Spencer is a GOAT until they start getting whipped by him.”- Ohai-o Mark
“Claire’s conceded, it’s pretty clear.”- ChallengeFan69
“Spencer’s just running a victory lap.”- The 27th president of the United States
These are supposed to be the mind games played before we meet to trade blows and you are one hundred and ten percent getting bonked to death by a man who pulled out a wiffleball bat, because they had the foresight that you didn’t and understand who is who on the food chain. Your entire rebuttal can be broken down to you trying to tell me that I’m a dummy for shitting on your every talking point in a match where it’s literally in the contract for us to debate each other and give the fans something good to chew on. I offer meat and potatoes and you kick a rawhide bone in their direction. It’s like you don’t even care about the ink you laid down or the people who watch this product.
You want the ego sat aside? Maybe you should quit adding air to it with shit responses. You want a humble Spencer Adams, then maybe try showing me somebody worth giving a handshake to post-victory. As it stands right now, I’m not seeing that person. All I see is a bitter woman who thinks that time served equates to credit earned. You get to step in here and show the world that you’re a real vet and so far, you’ve been nothing but an entitled dork. Is this you actually adapting or is it you trying and failing, because you don’t know right from left?
You come back at me with more talk about how beating Deruty for a world title doesn’t matter. You’re right in the assessment that Deruty sucks, but Wade Moor sure fucking doesn’t. You claim that post-tragedy, I turned into shit. Surely, I don’t need to run through the list of what I continue to do every year in this company again, do I? In fact, I’ll challenge you once more. I’ll take a step back on that front and allow the GREAT Claire Hawkins to tell us all what it is she’s done in three plus years aside from two collective months worth of a TV title around her waist.
*crickets*
It’s a shame that you get all this time to build your brand and give Spencer Adams a real money matchup and you just can’t, because there’s almost nothing to show for your career to this point. You’re no gladiator primed and ready to take my head off and hold it up in front of the colosseum. You’re just a crying wojak come to life, still bitching and moaning that this is the first time they’ve been let out of the basement when you know damn well that deep down, you’re scared of the world outside of it. Instead of taking accountability for your failures, you double down and try to say Mike Tyson ain’t shit despite the fact that you never even beat Glass Joe in the minor circuit.
Telling me the world forgot about Spencer Adams is simply ignoring the pops that happen every time I step through that curtain. I go out there as Spencer Adams, I win titles. I go out there as KOS, I win titles. I could go out there and tell the world my name is Claire Hawkins and they would STILL cheer for my ass, because I’d win titles like I do year after year. Those people react how they do, because I don’t skip a beat. Unlike Claire Hawkins, Spencer Adams is always here for them. Spencer Adams stays the course and doesn’t settle.
When it comes time for me to beat you out of my division, I want you to remember this exchange and how fucking silly you looked when you tried to jobbersplain to everyone that Spencer Adams doesn’t matter, because winning doesn’t matter. Remember that I carried myself like a standard bearer while you went full pre-teen nihilist and gave top level competition the “whatever” treatment like you were Bhad Bhabie and this was Dr. Phil at nine in the morning.
I wonder how you think this is gonna go down. Truly and honestly, have you thought about your future after losing this match? When it’s time for you to do the George Michael Bluth walk of shame back to the bottom of the card, will you still be capable of even stepping into the ring to take the L against Downfall or Twiztid? After all the shit you’ve TRIED to talk, how will you fake confidence? I’ve got to be honest, I’ve grown real fucking weary of your act through these past few days. So much so, that I’m not just going to send you back to where you came. I’m sending Claire Hawkins to therapy. When that bell rings, I’m going to embarrass you...but I’m sure your zodiac already told you that.