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Originally Posted by chunkkynutzzz
You are haunted and scared by your own dilemmas because you can't live up to the hype that you once had, because of your, "winning streak". How many shots did you get Strem and failed miserably? More then you can count, which isn't a lot to begin with. You've failed as a wrestler and a person and you try to mask that from everyone else when we can see right through you. Your uneducated ways of just speaking in general make you look even more stupid then you already did, which I didn't think was possible.
And then here you are trying to speak in riddles and even attempting to talk in some poetic format to cover up for your failures of intellect and/or intelligence. You beat me, yes, I can admit it, but that was because you were the better wrestler THAT NIGHT.But we both know at the end of the night and at the end of our careers, I will be seen as the better wrestler and better champion compared to you. While you Mark, will just be seen as a name in a record, a filled slot in matches just so you don't feel left out, and because they need to fill that void, and you're the last resort.
You came here and nobody expected anything good out of you, and they were right in doing so. Your irrelevance goes beyond wrestling, it goes into life as well. You're a name on a certificate, nothing more, and nothing less. All you are is placeholder for someone better. I know I lost, and I admit it. Reigns don't last forever, I can accept that. But you see, in the end of any problem in my way, I overcome them and persevere. Look what happened with Rumulus, I beat him, fair and square. I set the benchmark for the Evolution Champion, I am the longest reigning of all time and it will stay that way because I will end your reign, your career, and if you don't watch it, your life.
You had me as a friend, but you made your life a whole lot worse by making me an enemy. You attacked in a sly and coward-like way, which only affirms everyone's opinions on you, that you are nothing but a coward. You can break anything all you want, win all the titles you want, but when all is said and done, you are still a coward. You can't fight fair now. Fool me once, shame on me. Try to fool me again, and it's your career that will be over. You have me as not only an enemy, but an opponent, and the guy who is going to kick your ass at Bred For Combat.
You can call me a, "puppet of the fans" but even if that were true, it would still be more then you. You, Mark Dimension, are a man with no bone or cell of hard work in his entire work. You can say your, "streak" only goes to show your dominance, but all it shows is your luck. Luck is attainable, even by the most undeserving people, like yourself. But when you don't have that? Then you have nothing, which is exactly what are you. If I'm a puppet, then you are nothing more then garbage.
Say you will hurt me all you want, but the only one who will be crying and screaming out in pain is yourself. I will have my boot on your face, crushing it, while I hold the Evolution Championship high in the air, in my hands, where it belongs. The fans deserve a true and good champion, so the exact opposite of you. I have fought for the fans my entire life, and have gone through more then you ever will or could ever even have to deal with in your worst nightmares. But nightmares and I are the same, because you fear us both, regardless of your denial or admittance.
You're scared to fight me head on, 1 on 1 in a real match, a clean fight. You did it once and won, but you know if you try again, it will not end well for you. You beat me fair and square, but I was hesitant to hold back because you were my friend then, and I'm not making excuses, but fight me once, shame on me for letting you have to go through that. Fight me twice, shame on you for throwing away your ability to function on your own by stepping in the ring with me. So bring it Mark, get angry, get mad, and get a damn English tutor too. At Bred For Combat, I will destroy you and win what is rightfully mine, and you, will be swept up and thrown away, because I'll leave all your bones as dust. And your hopes and dignity? Will be crushed into air, and it will never be seen, felt, heard, or remember again, which is what will happen to you when I'm done with you.
#Awesoooommmmmeeeee! 
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