Post by Xavier Cross on Jun 25, 2018 1:27:27 GMT
This isn't a sweet story, this isn't a glimpse into my life. This is just reality, and it's time Jason Sandman snapped back to it. A few months back, this was a guy, who ran with me in the Council. The big bad Death Daddy. Now he's turned into Single White Female the Toll Troll. This is a guy I called a brother, who I'd do anything for, who is looking to restart his career on my name, on my body, on my soul. Let's face it, you couldn't beat Nighthawk, so what chance do you think you have of beating me? I beat down that clown without ever needing a finisher. You have had the advantage these last few weeks because my back was turned, I was already beaten down, you seized the chance, and you tried to hurt me.
Better men have tried and failed. You're far from a better man, you're just a ghost of the past grasping at straws, trying to be something you used to be, entertaining.
You know how some people think of their grandma to stop cumming too quick? I think of a Jason Sandman promo. Because I always thought of you as this bad motherfucker, this blunt smoking, booze pounding badass. But you know what you are Jason? A Coward.
There isn't any jumping me when I'm facing across the ring from you.
There aren't any sneak attacks when my eyes are locked on you.
This is the end, you want to settle a debt.
You can just suck my dick.
There isn't a punchline, there isn't a big moment, there isn't anything but the time I've already wasted on you. There isn't a plot or any kind of character building. This is just a promo, and come BeeAye, there will be.
You.
and.
Me.
The End. No Proverbs, no positive message, no translated in Spanish, no jokes, no god, no demons, no bullshit. I'm going to fuck you up. I ain't here to get a paycheck, I ain't here to entertain, I am coming to Oakland with one thing, and one thing in mind.
This ain't about being a face, this ain't about being a heel. This ain't about kayfabe. This damn sure isn't about being a self-serving cult leading cunt, or a bitch ass god. This is about me, Xavier Cross, beating the fuck out of you, Jason Sandman. It won't be biblical, it won't be Roman, it won't be best out of five, it ain't for a title.
Excuse me, I just shot on all the roster, call it Columbine. Put 'em all on notice, I may be an insect compared to these blowhards, or maybe it'll put a bounty on my head. Or maybe they'll just realize three more months, and I'll probably be gone again. But Sandman, I'm going to take a big piece of you with me when I go.
I'm pissed off, I'm fired up. Let's fuckin go. What do I got to lose? What more can this god damn business take from me? I barely see my kids, I've gotten abducted by cults, I've gotten passed over, shit on, and I'm still sittin in the same position. I've busted my ass for years, and yet here I am, dealing with another pretender.
But tomorrow, ain't nothing gonna change, the rich get richer, and the talent gets gone. For once, I'm trying to do some good. I just want to wrestle great opponents, and wrestle great matches. But you gotta pull this darkness outta me. You gotta make me go back to this...I hate this part of me, but you wanna settle debts, then I better give you this version of me.
It ain't about winning, or losing between you and me Sandman, it's about beating the ass. When I'm done with you, you're gonna call me Daddy, and you just gonna be another hashtaggin Me Too.
Better men have tried and failed. You're far from a better man, you're just a ghost of the past grasping at straws, trying to be something you used to be, entertaining.
You know how some people think of their grandma to stop cumming too quick? I think of a Jason Sandman promo. Because I always thought of you as this bad motherfucker, this blunt smoking, booze pounding badass. But you know what you are Jason? A Coward.
There isn't any jumping me when I'm facing across the ring from you.
There aren't any sneak attacks when my eyes are locked on you.
This is the end, you want to settle a debt.
You can just suck my dick.
There isn't a punchline, there isn't a big moment, there isn't anything but the time I've already wasted on you. There isn't a plot or any kind of character building. This is just a promo, and come BeeAye, there will be.
You.
and.
Me.
The End. No Proverbs, no positive message, no translated in Spanish, no jokes, no god, no demons, no bullshit. I'm going to fuck you up. I ain't here to get a paycheck, I ain't here to entertain, I am coming to Oakland with one thing, and one thing in mind.
This ain't about being a face, this ain't about being a heel. This ain't about kayfabe. This damn sure isn't about being a self-serving cult leading cunt, or a bitch ass god. This is about me, Xavier Cross, beating the fuck out of you, Jason Sandman. It won't be biblical, it won't be Roman, it won't be best out of five, it ain't for a title.
Excuse me, I just shot on all the roster, call it Columbine. Put 'em all on notice, I may be an insect compared to these blowhards, or maybe it'll put a bounty on my head. Or maybe they'll just realize three more months, and I'll probably be gone again. But Sandman, I'm going to take a big piece of you with me when I go.
I'm pissed off, I'm fired up. Let's fuckin go. What do I got to lose? What more can this god damn business take from me? I barely see my kids, I've gotten abducted by cults, I've gotten passed over, shit on, and I'm still sittin in the same position. I've busted my ass for years, and yet here I am, dealing with another pretender.
But tomorrow, ain't nothing gonna change, the rich get richer, and the talent gets gone. For once, I'm trying to do some good. I just want to wrestle great opponents, and wrestle great matches. But you gotta pull this darkness outta me. You gotta make me go back to this...I hate this part of me, but you wanna settle debts, then I better give you this version of me.
It ain't about winning, or losing between you and me Sandman, it's about beating the ass. When I'm done with you, you're gonna call me Daddy, and you just gonna be another hashtaggin Me Too.
Well howdy there pardner.