Post by Dio Muerte on Mar 11, 2007 22:09:20 GMT -5
The same scene as before
Dio Muerte Funny, I disgrace all that you are and all you have left to stand for, and you kiss my ass? You sit on your ass play video games, then you kiss my ass?
You talk about our second meet was you not being there? I was there, I seen your eyes. I knew you were there. You were aware, I looked into your eyes, you were a man wrapped in fear.
You knew what I knew. You knew there was no way out. And you will experience this once more. The pain you will go through will make the previous bout look like an hourdevers.
You can't even say anything about me? Seriously, I've heard some mean shit about me. You couldn't hop the damn band wagon and say my mask is tacky. Or I must be ugly to wear a mask. I must be dumb, I dropped out of school. The fact, I'm always on action fighting low grade wrestlers. Or that, I'm a worthless excuse for a wrestler. Or that I'm writing the coat tails of Jeff James. Or I'm the step child of The Foundation. That'll never reach main event status. I'll be nothing but a jobber beater. That my life is nothing more then a bad dream, a complete failure. My life is a daytime TV special. My life is the model way of how not to live it.
Look at my house, it's a piece of shit. I have no company, just the rats and the roaches. I have no food, no water, no electricity. Just a shit stained mattresses, the cold and books.
You know what, I love it. I'm comfortable in this environment. Only the strong can survive.
I'll continue loving my life.
You'll continue hating me when your in my presence.
Cause you know Whispers DEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOO Muerte around.
Fade
Dio Muerte Funny, I disgrace all that you are and all you have left to stand for, and you kiss my ass? You sit on your ass play video games, then you kiss my ass?
You talk about our second meet was you not being there? I was there, I seen your eyes. I knew you were there. You were aware, I looked into your eyes, you were a man wrapped in fear.
You knew what I knew. You knew there was no way out. And you will experience this once more. The pain you will go through will make the previous bout look like an hourdevers.
You can't even say anything about me? Seriously, I've heard some mean shit about me. You couldn't hop the damn band wagon and say my mask is tacky. Or I must be ugly to wear a mask. I must be dumb, I dropped out of school. The fact, I'm always on action fighting low grade wrestlers. Or that, I'm a worthless excuse for a wrestler. Or that I'm writing the coat tails of Jeff James. Or I'm the step child of The Foundation. That'll never reach main event status. I'll be nothing but a jobber beater. That my life is nothing more then a bad dream, a complete failure. My life is a daytime TV special. My life is the model way of how not to live it.
Look at my house, it's a piece of shit. I have no company, just the rats and the roaches. I have no food, no water, no electricity. Just a shit stained mattresses, the cold and books.
You know what, I love it. I'm comfortable in this environment. Only the strong can survive.
I'll continue loving my life.
You'll continue hating me when your in my presence.
Cause you know Whispers DEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOO Muerte around.
Fade