Post by Steve Sinclair on Mar 11, 2016 0:59:50 GMT
Flash back almost a week…..
To Saturday night……
No! Not UWL’s Road to Honor and Glory.
A look back to UFC 196!
On the TV, Conor McGregor is tapping out to Nate Diaz. The very outspoken irishman ran his mouth, ran his mouth and showed zero respect for his opponent that night and it ended up costing him as Nate Diaz, basically made him shut the f*ck up.
The camera pulls back to see Steve Sinclair standing by the TV looking at it. He has the remote in his hand and he rewinds to the end of the fight on the DVR and watches as Diaz locks Conor in a rear naked choke and made him tap. Steve pauses the video where Conor taps.
”In a lot of ways, this is like your future Ryan, well...without the big paycheck, the love from the fans, breaking the internet because you lost to that guy and the fanfare of being a loudmouth who can back up his talk. Oh and being talked about on Sportcenter a couple of hours after tapping out to Sutton. But this….right here. You being a little cocky dumbass who doesn’t gives Sutton any sort of respect, yeah that is you getting choked out on national TV on Saturday night.”
Steve sets the remote on top of the TV and faces the camera.
”For a guy who has done nothing in the UWL…..and I mean NOTHING in the UWL, you are way too cocky for your kilt. You haven’t even won a match and somehow you want the fans, you want the front office let alone Sutton to believe that you are going to pick him up and drop him several times on top of his head? You’re track record is nill my friend. That is nothing more than an idle threat at best. It’s definitely an empty promise. You see, on the flip of that coin, if Sutton was to stand here and say that he was going to beat you to a bloody pulp, implant you on the roof your car and make a promise that you will be hauled away in an ambulance…”
Steve slides his hands in his front pants pockets and tilts his up back a touch.
”That is a fact. It’s going to happen. It will happen. The world saw him do that last week to John Raide and in the UWL, in this universe, in any universe for that matter, John Raide is thousand times better than you will ever be so if my client Sutton can do that to John Raide, then he most certainly will do the same or worse to you.”
“Maybe you should spend some time and check the history books Dumbass. Sutton has 40 wins in the UWL which is 40 more than you have. He is a two time UWL World tag team champion and just 2 years ago he took home the UWL Tag Team Coronation cup and I understand if you have no clue what that means, what that cup means but coming up in a couple of weeks, when you are in your first ever Coronation Cup, you will quickly understand what it takes to get to the finals of that tournament even if it is the tag team version. Last year for comparison, Sutton made it to the semifinals and believe me when I say this, that is ten rounds further than you’ll make it and don’t be ignorant and stand there in your creepy sex chamber with the whore and say that you’ll win the Cup this year. For the record, there is a angry black man who just returned to the UWL, who will pummel you into the mat and tell you to shut the F up because his name is all over that cup. Just keep your that mouth of yours zipped Dumbass.”
Steve crosses his arms.
”My client, Sutton, can’t wait to get his hands on you. While you spend your time walking around in circles, walking through a maze to get to some secret room only you know how to get there to beat off till dawn, Sutton has been in the gym, training. He’s been studying you and granted the amount of footage we have to watch of you is limited, he is picking apart your game. He is your Nate Diaz. He is the guy who are looking past, overlooking and taking for granted and he is going to stand up, look you in your…..”
Steve makes a face and nods, like, come on, really?
”Dare I say cold blank eyes of yours and systematically in only a way that a redneck can do, a true redneck from deep inside the woods and he will tear off each of your limbs and beat you with them. All of the talk you have done this week, Iceman and I can’t help but have this image of a fat out of shape tub of lard in blue spandex jumping around the ring yelling “I AM A GLACIER” because as my client Sutton told me earlier, you are no Terry Labonte who is the only true Iceman of any form in any sport, all you have accomplished Dumbass, is that you have just pissed him off. And that is something you don’t ever want to do. Why?”
“Watch last week’s show and you will see why. You are nothing. No one. A nobody worth anyone’s times including the payroll clerks time. We can’t even classify you as an afterthought because to do that you first had to be worth something and you are worthless. Sutton is the future. He is the one guy in that locker room you can pin a championship on because he will get his hands on them, all of them. He will join only Rob Daniels as a Grand Slam champion and before you even get the thought, you are nowhere near Rob Daniels level, even if he walked out of retirement today, lost a leg and a eye and was in a wheelchair, you still wouldn’t be as good as him. Sutton will not only defeat you. He will beat you so badly that what’s her face, your little plaything, will leave you and will beg Sutton to take her. She will of course have better odds asking the midget James Kelloggs but yeah, she’s about as bright as a burned out lightbulb so really what do you expect from her. To put it this way.”
Steve points at the camera.
”The beating Sutton will put on you will be so bad, that you can’t walk without help from a walker, your speech will be slurred and you won’t be able to complete a thought that people will think you were just born that way. You have no idea what awaits for you. You have the blindfold on walking into an ambush where you will get destroyed. The only thing I have asked of my client is that he leaves a little piece for me. Now it has been over a year since I have last stepped in the ring, but even with a year's worth of ring rust, I will kick your ass. If there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s disrespecting little pricks such as yourself. I used to crush maggots like you. I ended careers of douchebags like you just because I could. And now….”
Steve slides his hand in his pants pocket.
”I’ll stand at ringside and watch Sutton, a kid who is coming out of his shell, who has discovered that mean streak inside of him that I knew was there all along when no one else saw it, do what I did back in the day to you, because he felt like it. Enjoy what is left of your career Dumbass, because this Saturday night. It comes to an abrupt end.”
Fade out to the footage of Conor McGregor tapping out…...
To Saturday night……
No! Not UWL’s Road to Honor and Glory.
A look back to UFC 196!
On the TV, Conor McGregor is tapping out to Nate Diaz. The very outspoken irishman ran his mouth, ran his mouth and showed zero respect for his opponent that night and it ended up costing him as Nate Diaz, basically made him shut the f*ck up.
The camera pulls back to see Steve Sinclair standing by the TV looking at it. He has the remote in his hand and he rewinds to the end of the fight on the DVR and watches as Diaz locks Conor in a rear naked choke and made him tap. Steve pauses the video where Conor taps.
”In a lot of ways, this is like your future Ryan, well...without the big paycheck, the love from the fans, breaking the internet because you lost to that guy and the fanfare of being a loudmouth who can back up his talk. Oh and being talked about on Sportcenter a couple of hours after tapping out to Sutton. But this….right here. You being a little cocky dumbass who doesn’t gives Sutton any sort of respect, yeah that is you getting choked out on national TV on Saturday night.”
Steve sets the remote on top of the TV and faces the camera.
”For a guy who has done nothing in the UWL…..and I mean NOTHING in the UWL, you are way too cocky for your kilt. You haven’t even won a match and somehow you want the fans, you want the front office let alone Sutton to believe that you are going to pick him up and drop him several times on top of his head? You’re track record is nill my friend. That is nothing more than an idle threat at best. It’s definitely an empty promise. You see, on the flip of that coin, if Sutton was to stand here and say that he was going to beat you to a bloody pulp, implant you on the roof your car and make a promise that you will be hauled away in an ambulance…”
Steve slides his hands in his front pants pockets and tilts his up back a touch.
”That is a fact. It’s going to happen. It will happen. The world saw him do that last week to John Raide and in the UWL, in this universe, in any universe for that matter, John Raide is thousand times better than you will ever be so if my client Sutton can do that to John Raide, then he most certainly will do the same or worse to you.”
“Maybe you should spend some time and check the history books Dumbass. Sutton has 40 wins in the UWL which is 40 more than you have. He is a two time UWL World tag team champion and just 2 years ago he took home the UWL Tag Team Coronation cup and I understand if you have no clue what that means, what that cup means but coming up in a couple of weeks, when you are in your first ever Coronation Cup, you will quickly understand what it takes to get to the finals of that tournament even if it is the tag team version. Last year for comparison, Sutton made it to the semifinals and believe me when I say this, that is ten rounds further than you’ll make it and don’t be ignorant and stand there in your creepy sex chamber with the whore and say that you’ll win the Cup this year. For the record, there is a angry black man who just returned to the UWL, who will pummel you into the mat and tell you to shut the F up because his name is all over that cup. Just keep your that mouth of yours zipped Dumbass.”
Steve crosses his arms.
”My client, Sutton, can’t wait to get his hands on you. While you spend your time walking around in circles, walking through a maze to get to some secret room only you know how to get there to beat off till dawn, Sutton has been in the gym, training. He’s been studying you and granted the amount of footage we have to watch of you is limited, he is picking apart your game. He is your Nate Diaz. He is the guy who are looking past, overlooking and taking for granted and he is going to stand up, look you in your…..”
Steve makes a face and nods, like, come on, really?
”Dare I say cold blank eyes of yours and systematically in only a way that a redneck can do, a true redneck from deep inside the woods and he will tear off each of your limbs and beat you with them. All of the talk you have done this week, Iceman and I can’t help but have this image of a fat out of shape tub of lard in blue spandex jumping around the ring yelling “I AM A GLACIER” because as my client Sutton told me earlier, you are no Terry Labonte who is the only true Iceman of any form in any sport, all you have accomplished Dumbass, is that you have just pissed him off. And that is something you don’t ever want to do. Why?”
“Watch last week’s show and you will see why. You are nothing. No one. A nobody worth anyone’s times including the payroll clerks time. We can’t even classify you as an afterthought because to do that you first had to be worth something and you are worthless. Sutton is the future. He is the one guy in that locker room you can pin a championship on because he will get his hands on them, all of them. He will join only Rob Daniels as a Grand Slam champion and before you even get the thought, you are nowhere near Rob Daniels level, even if he walked out of retirement today, lost a leg and a eye and was in a wheelchair, you still wouldn’t be as good as him. Sutton will not only defeat you. He will beat you so badly that what’s her face, your little plaything, will leave you and will beg Sutton to take her. She will of course have better odds asking the midget James Kelloggs but yeah, she’s about as bright as a burned out lightbulb so really what do you expect from her. To put it this way.”
Steve points at the camera.
”The beating Sutton will put on you will be so bad, that you can’t walk without help from a walker, your speech will be slurred and you won’t be able to complete a thought that people will think you were just born that way. You have no idea what awaits for you. You have the blindfold on walking into an ambush where you will get destroyed. The only thing I have asked of my client is that he leaves a little piece for me. Now it has been over a year since I have last stepped in the ring, but even with a year's worth of ring rust, I will kick your ass. If there is one thing I can’t stand, it’s disrespecting little pricks such as yourself. I used to crush maggots like you. I ended careers of douchebags like you just because I could. And now….”
Steve slides his hand in his pants pocket.
”I’ll stand at ringside and watch Sutton, a kid who is coming out of his shell, who has discovered that mean streak inside of him that I knew was there all along when no one else saw it, do what I did back in the day to you, because he felt like it. Enjoy what is left of your career Dumbass, because this Saturday night. It comes to an abrupt end.”
Fade out to the footage of Conor McGregor tapping out…...