Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 14:49:54 GMT
Jan 20 2013
Hatemonger is in a practice ring after hours at a local gym. Most of the gym lights have been shut off except for the ones over the ring. Hatemonger is dripping in sweat as he holds the towel around his neck as he hops side to side on each foot in the ring.
“I’m not good enough to challenge for the Title Hammer? You say I haven’t done anything around here? Well until a few weeks ago you haven’t accomplished anything either Hammer and yet, the powers that be gave you a shot, a shot you probably didn’t deserve to get. I can’t help but notice that no one around this place have had the balls to call you out? Except for me.’
Hatemonger stops dancing/hopping.
“I also see there isn’t a line forming to face the South Street Syndicate either. You disrespect me, tell me to shove off, throw out a challenge to a 6 man tag match and then say if I can find 2 friends then you’ll face me. Yet when you look around all roads lead back to me.
No one wants to step up to the plate except for me. No one wants a piece of the big bad Champion, the so called Baddest Mother fucker on the planet except for me.”
Hatemonger rubs his chin and lets out a slight chuckle.
“If I didn’t know any better Hammer, I’d swear you were afraid to face me one on one. You refused to except my challenge, but you’ll face me with your two butt buddies backing you. How big of a bad ass are you when you need back up to face someone who you say hasn’t done shit in the ESW. I don’t need Malk in my corner. Malk is off on some personal business and won’t be here and yet, I still called out your dumb ass. You know I can’t take you three knucklehead up on the tag match because you knew Malk woulnd’t be around. I think our new Champion, is a candy ass. You can hear it in his voice, He’s afraid to face me. He knows that I know I can beat his ass and is afraid you’ll see he is a shame of a champion, a short lived champion at that.
But what ever Scammer. You keep telling yourself lies and keep on thinking your awesome, cuz you’re not. I’ll get my chance at you. You’re nothing more than hot air balloon who doesn’t want to get his bubble popped. And I’m that prick who will do just that. Pop you!
You have fun at Mayhem not having a match. I’ll be there showing the world that I’m the biggest baddest mother fucker in the ESW! I’m one part of the MONSTER ELITE! And I’m issuing a open challenge to anyone who has the balls to face me in a Gorrillia Press Slam Match!”
Hatemonger is in a practice ring after hours at a local gym. Most of the gym lights have been shut off except for the ones over the ring. Hatemonger is dripping in sweat as he holds the towel around his neck as he hops side to side on each foot in the ring.
“I’m not good enough to challenge for the Title Hammer? You say I haven’t done anything around here? Well until a few weeks ago you haven’t accomplished anything either Hammer and yet, the powers that be gave you a shot, a shot you probably didn’t deserve to get. I can’t help but notice that no one around this place have had the balls to call you out? Except for me.’
Hatemonger stops dancing/hopping.
“I also see there isn’t a line forming to face the South Street Syndicate either. You disrespect me, tell me to shove off, throw out a challenge to a 6 man tag match and then say if I can find 2 friends then you’ll face me. Yet when you look around all roads lead back to me.
No one wants to step up to the plate except for me. No one wants a piece of the big bad Champion, the so called Baddest Mother fucker on the planet except for me.”
Hatemonger rubs his chin and lets out a slight chuckle.
“If I didn’t know any better Hammer, I’d swear you were afraid to face me one on one. You refused to except my challenge, but you’ll face me with your two butt buddies backing you. How big of a bad ass are you when you need back up to face someone who you say hasn’t done shit in the ESW. I don’t need Malk in my corner. Malk is off on some personal business and won’t be here and yet, I still called out your dumb ass. You know I can’t take you three knucklehead up on the tag match because you knew Malk woulnd’t be around. I think our new Champion, is a candy ass. You can hear it in his voice, He’s afraid to face me. He knows that I know I can beat his ass and is afraid you’ll see he is a shame of a champion, a short lived champion at that.
But what ever Scammer. You keep telling yourself lies and keep on thinking your awesome, cuz you’re not. I’ll get my chance at you. You’re nothing more than hot air balloon who doesn’t want to get his bubble popped. And I’m that prick who will do just that. Pop you!
You have fun at Mayhem not having a match. I’ll be there showing the world that I’m the biggest baddest mother fucker in the ESW! I’m one part of the MONSTER ELITE! And I’m issuing a open challenge to anyone who has the balls to face me in a Gorrillia Press Slam Match!”