"I'm pointing you the right direction, the question is where the hell are you going?" - Showdown 5/25
I feel like you don't get the point, do you? I'm glad you understand that anything can happen and that you're willing to do anything to beat me up, but I don't care. I couldn't give 2 fucks even if I wanted to because who wants to be bored with Eric Havoc's museum of mass destruction, besides you probably aren't going to use half those weapons anyways but what can I say. I don't care if you don't care about winning or losing it just makes it easier for me and it gives me the knowledge that you won't care if you lose. I'll give you what you want Eric if you truly want it. It's incompetent if you really want to keep going with me, the fact you even try and put up a fight at this stage is sad, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into, now you're just adding salt to the wound.
The amount of bullshit I hear come out of your mouth is sickening. The fact you try to counteract me in little to no words yet you still fail to succeed, it's like you think you're shooting bullets but you're actually shooting blanks. I was giving you a solid chance Eric, a chance to just give up and don't be more ashamed of yourself then you already are now, I'm pointing you the right direction, the question is where the hell are you going? When are you going to give in, when are you going to realize, what is the point of this? Is it before you enter the ring, or after, or when you're looking up at the clouds? Either way, it's too late for that, I gave you a chance the last time, hell I might've even given you a chance the first time, but you didn't comply. But I make sure I'll give you your punishment, the result of your doings, let's visualize, shall we? The bell rings, I go straight for you, finding whatever weapon is in the proximity and cracking it on your weak arthritis ass spine, I'll make you shout uncle before I even get to the good part. But Eric, you don't seem to give in do you? I've learned a lot about you since December, I know even when you know, even when everyone else knows you're going to lose, you push. You push like there's no tomorrow, you push like your life depends on it. Bullshit, I'll tell you something right now, no point. There's no point in your struggles when you get nothing out of it.
But you wanna know the difference between me and you, I've pushed boulders aside and you've kicked pebbles, you, you shouldn't be a challenge. I could write a whole book the size of the dictionary of the many ways Eric looks up at me, at the many ways you don't seem to get it, and at the many ways I'm capable of kicking your ass, yet you don't get it. The dimming light bulb in your head hasn't seemed to click yet, you keep going on and on laying nerd facts and shit down yet do you know who I am? I am No-Fucks-Given, straight to the point Jake Smith, you of all people should know that about me. You act like this match is your medicine, your dependent on this "Final Encounter" which you bring up so much. Yet I take this as any other match, because well it's any other match. Did you even watch what I had to go through at Grand Rampage, how about the Interwire Championship Ladder Match, or say our 2nd match, anything else, I can take it. You consider this a challenge, you think I should be scared of a few kendo sticks and a taser, no, hell no. How about, blood pouring out of my mouth endlessly, permanent scars? No, not at all, nothing about this match will be memorable about you Eric, cause I'll Harry Potter this shit and obliviate your mind so you don't remember this fucking match because of how much shit I throw at your brain, the possibilities are endless in this match and I'm glad to say I'll try everything that I get my hands on.
That's all I have to say, to sum it up you're a fucking mindless brat who's aim is to do something nearly impossible because of your state of mind. I'm happy to let you know I'll abide to any blood transfers that you happen to do after the match or whatever ritual thing you take part of, I could care less, I only care about winning, that's all, nobody loves you.
fin
I feel like you don't get the point, do you? I'm glad you understand that anything can happen and that you're willing to do anything to beat me up, but I don't care. I couldn't give 2 fucks even if I wanted to because who wants to be bored with Eric Havoc's museum of mass destruction, besides you probably aren't going to use half those weapons anyways but what can I say. I don't care if you don't care about winning or losing it just makes it easier for me and it gives me the knowledge that you won't care if you lose. I'll give you what you want Eric if you truly want it. It's incompetent if you really want to keep going with me, the fact you even try and put up a fight at this stage is sad, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into, now you're just adding salt to the wound.
The amount of bullshit I hear come out of your mouth is sickening. The fact you try to counteract me in little to no words yet you still fail to succeed, it's like you think you're shooting bullets but you're actually shooting blanks. I was giving you a solid chance Eric, a chance to just give up and don't be more ashamed of yourself then you already are now, I'm pointing you the right direction, the question is where the hell are you going? When are you going to give in, when are you going to realize, what is the point of this? Is it before you enter the ring, or after, or when you're looking up at the clouds? Either way, it's too late for that, I gave you a chance the last time, hell I might've even given you a chance the first time, but you didn't comply. But I make sure I'll give you your punishment, the result of your doings, let's visualize, shall we? The bell rings, I go straight for you, finding whatever weapon is in the proximity and cracking it on your weak arthritis ass spine, I'll make you shout uncle before I even get to the good part. But Eric, you don't seem to give in do you? I've learned a lot about you since December, I know even when you know, even when everyone else knows you're going to lose, you push. You push like there's no tomorrow, you push like your life depends on it. Bullshit, I'll tell you something right now, no point. There's no point in your struggles when you get nothing out of it.
But you wanna know the difference between me and you, I've pushed boulders aside and you've kicked pebbles, you, you shouldn't be a challenge. I could write a whole book the size of the dictionary of the many ways Eric looks up at me, at the many ways you don't seem to get it, and at the many ways I'm capable of kicking your ass, yet you don't get it. The dimming light bulb in your head hasn't seemed to click yet, you keep going on and on laying nerd facts and shit down yet do you know who I am? I am No-Fucks-Given, straight to the point Jake Smith, you of all people should know that about me. You act like this match is your medicine, your dependent on this "Final Encounter" which you bring up so much. Yet I take this as any other match, because well it's any other match. Did you even watch what I had to go through at Grand Rampage, how about the Interwire Championship Ladder Match, or say our 2nd match, anything else, I can take it. You consider this a challenge, you think I should be scared of a few kendo sticks and a taser, no, hell no. How about, blood pouring out of my mouth endlessly, permanent scars? No, not at all, nothing about this match will be memorable about you Eric, cause I'll Harry Potter this shit and obliviate your mind so you don't remember this fucking match because of how much shit I throw at your brain, the possibilities are endless in this match and I'm glad to say I'll try everything that I get my hands on.
That's all I have to say, to sum it up you're a fucking mindless brat who's aim is to do something nearly impossible because of your state of mind. I'm happy to let you know I'll abide to any blood transfers that you happen to do after the match or whatever ritual thing you take part of, I could care less, I only care about winning, that's all, nobody loves you.
fin
