Post by Nick Hunter on Dec 17, 2018 5:21:34 GMT
Hang on, hang on, run this one by me one more time.
First of all, Rob Diamond and James Gilmore think they can flex on us. Gilmore talks some shit on Twitter, as usual, and I decide to talk back. Then, all of a sudden, we got everyone and their mama flyin' in to tell us we're wrong? Man, fuck that shit. Someone calls you out, you step up and you show them how wrong they are. I don't care if Devlin fuckin' Raine doesn't think it's proper. Take your proper and shove it straight up your Windy City backside, motherfucker. Saints don't take orders from you or anyone.
Then we got the Banana Sandwiches. Warren Kane and his dumb-ass plus-one, talk some shit about how they're the best tag team in this company. We, as the winners of the Tag Team World Cup, object to this. All of a sudden, we're bullies? Because we're defending ourselves against people who wanna make their names at our expenses? Have any of you assholes ever stuck your heads out into the real world before? When someone's talking that good shit, you don't just wave it off, you fuckin' throw down and defend your turf. That's how you settle things, that's how you stay on top of the game. Ain't no harborin' pretenders.
Warren Kane gonna act like he got the moral high ground. Hooker, last I checked you're still running with the Pack. You've still got the goddamn white devil inside you, and you're still running with some morally repugnant motherfuckers. I'm honestly concerned here. I'm concerned that when we spiked you on your fucking head, you took some serious damage, because if you think you're one-half of the best tag team in IWF, you're downright delusional. You're not even one-half of the best tag team in your own goddamn group. You wanna try to step to us again? Bitch, sit down and be humble. I know that's a lot to ask of a Kane, but a man gotta dream, right?
And then there's Jayson Matthews. Motherfucker out here cryin' about a sandwich on social media. Go make yourself another one, bitch! Actin' like we slashed the Mona Lisa or some shit. It's fuckin' food! And not even good food! You live in this weird, fucked-up alternate reality where you can pretend everything is sunshine and rainbows, like you ain't aiding and abetting a bunch of bloodthirsty motherfuckers who've been out to kick the shit out of everyone else in this company since Day fucking One. JayMat, you a hoe. And this hoe ain't loyal. You just want attention, you wanna be someone special. Your daddy didn't love you enough as a kid, so the moment it looked like you might be Angel's kid, you were right on that dick. Until, turns out, you weren't! Then you wanna lash out, all "you lied to me!" Bitch, anyone who thinks they're God don't care about you! They only care about themselves!
I'm tired of being shit on for standing up for myself. Nate and I, we're gonna roll into Sacrifice, and we're going to show the fine people of Bangkok the time of their lives. As I've said before, every town has a Bourbon Street, and y'all picked thewrong time to come waltzing down it, looking for trouble. You best believe. 'bow on up. Let's go.
First of all, Rob Diamond and James Gilmore think they can flex on us. Gilmore talks some shit on Twitter, as usual, and I decide to talk back. Then, all of a sudden, we got everyone and their mama flyin' in to tell us we're wrong? Man, fuck that shit. Someone calls you out, you step up and you show them how wrong they are. I don't care if Devlin fuckin' Raine doesn't think it's proper. Take your proper and shove it straight up your Windy City backside, motherfucker. Saints don't take orders from you or anyone.
Then we got the Banana Sandwiches. Warren Kane and his dumb-ass plus-one, talk some shit about how they're the best tag team in this company. We, as the winners of the Tag Team World Cup, object to this. All of a sudden, we're bullies? Because we're defending ourselves against people who wanna make their names at our expenses? Have any of you assholes ever stuck your heads out into the real world before? When someone's talking that good shit, you don't just wave it off, you fuckin' throw down and defend your turf. That's how you settle things, that's how you stay on top of the game. Ain't no harborin' pretenders.
Warren Kane gonna act like he got the moral high ground. Hooker, last I checked you're still running with the Pack. You've still got the goddamn white devil inside you, and you're still running with some morally repugnant motherfuckers. I'm honestly concerned here. I'm concerned that when we spiked you on your fucking head, you took some serious damage, because if you think you're one-half of the best tag team in IWF, you're downright delusional. You're not even one-half of the best tag team in your own goddamn group. You wanna try to step to us again? Bitch, sit down and be humble. I know that's a lot to ask of a Kane, but a man gotta dream, right?
And then there's Jayson Matthews. Motherfucker out here cryin' about a sandwich on social media. Go make yourself another one, bitch! Actin' like we slashed the Mona Lisa or some shit. It's fuckin' food! And not even good food! You live in this weird, fucked-up alternate reality where you can pretend everything is sunshine and rainbows, like you ain't aiding and abetting a bunch of bloodthirsty motherfuckers who've been out to kick the shit out of everyone else in this company since Day fucking One. JayMat, you a hoe. And this hoe ain't loyal. You just want attention, you wanna be someone special. Your daddy didn't love you enough as a kid, so the moment it looked like you might be Angel's kid, you were right on that dick. Until, turns out, you weren't! Then you wanna lash out, all "you lied to me!" Bitch, anyone who thinks they're God don't care about you! They only care about themselves!
I'm tired of being shit on for standing up for myself. Nate and I, we're gonna roll into Sacrifice, and we're going to show the fine people of Bangkok the time of their lives. As I've said before, every town has a Bourbon Street, and y'all picked thewrong time to come waltzing down it, looking for trouble. You best believe. 'bow on up. Let's go.