Post by Nick Hunter on Mar 22, 2021 0:33:04 GMT
I got that momentum now, yeah. I got that flow, I got that feeling. Riled up. So here we go. Let’s lay this shit out, huh? Let’s really look at this. How y’all gonna write us off. Tag team specialists, ain’t been champion for too long, didn’t do what you had to do to get the job done. Man, fuck right off with that. We bust our asses more than y’all to even get on TV. We don’t just up the standards, we change the culture, we make it our own. We have redefined this company since Day One, whether y’all like it or not.
Any of y’all getting asked to host the preshows? Any of y’all getting the kind of attention we do just for existing? Nah. Team Diversity Hire redefines what it means to be a needle-mover, an eye-catcher. Look at my boy Pax Stormcrow. He stole the show with what, a minute of TV time? Ol’ Jimmy-boy can’t stop running his mouth about him. Look at Gabriela Luna. Held every title she could get her hands on. Went coast-to-coast in Last Rites. Look at your boys, the Bourbon Street Saints. Ain’t nobody gets a night off with us.
We grind, we move, we push, we fucking make this shit work. We ain’t gotta get someone else to give us material, we bring it ourselves. More bars than Roppongi, more style than Paris, hit you harder than moonshine and leave you twice as fucked up. When you have the drive we do, the need to make it, you find that next gear. You find that extra gas tank, you find one more rep, one more mile, because that’s the difference between success and failure. That’s the difference between three and two point nine. That’s what leaves you getting that W instead of eating a L.
All those motherfuckers who talk about respect, they just ask for it ‘cause they ain’t gonna give it to you. Angel demands respect? Motherfucker, you sneer down on everyone you see. And your shitstain of a son does the same fuckin’ thing. Bouncing from cult to cult, wanting to be the special one everywhere he fuckin’ goes. You don’t have a son, Angel, you have a fuckin’ weapon. You have a praise-starved weapon. And if either of your asses try to stop us from what we want, I’m gonna respect your ass right over the top rope. You understand me?
I don’t give a shit if you understand me, you’re gonna. We’re gonna make ourselves nice and understood, anyone even thinks of questioning us. Ulf Hednir wanna run his mouth, talk about how big his dick is? Motherfucker, you don’t wanna go size for size with us. You got skills, you got fists, you got hops, but you ain’t got it like we got it. And I don’t have to pin your ass to end your night. All it takes is a quick flight and a hard grounding. Punch your ass, leave you feeling Thor with the thunder I got in these hands.
I don’t give a fuck what else y’all gotta say. It ain’t about your words. It’s about what we fuckin’ do. Draw that number for me, I don’t give a fuck. Number one, number thirty, anything in between, end result’s gonna be the same. Team Diversity Hire gonna run this town. No matter how many jaws we gotta loosen, teeth we gonna knock out, blood we gotta spill, tears y’all gonna cry. The Roulette’s calling our number. And if y’’all had any questions, little bit of gambling advice. Call it an insider tip.
Always bet on black.
Any of y’all getting asked to host the preshows? Any of y’all getting the kind of attention we do just for existing? Nah. Team Diversity Hire redefines what it means to be a needle-mover, an eye-catcher. Look at my boy Pax Stormcrow. He stole the show with what, a minute of TV time? Ol’ Jimmy-boy can’t stop running his mouth about him. Look at Gabriela Luna. Held every title she could get her hands on. Went coast-to-coast in Last Rites. Look at your boys, the Bourbon Street Saints. Ain’t nobody gets a night off with us.
We grind, we move, we push, we fucking make this shit work. We ain’t gotta get someone else to give us material, we bring it ourselves. More bars than Roppongi, more style than Paris, hit you harder than moonshine and leave you twice as fucked up. When you have the drive we do, the need to make it, you find that next gear. You find that extra gas tank, you find one more rep, one more mile, because that’s the difference between success and failure. That’s the difference between three and two point nine. That’s what leaves you getting that W instead of eating a L.
All those motherfuckers who talk about respect, they just ask for it ‘cause they ain’t gonna give it to you. Angel demands respect? Motherfucker, you sneer down on everyone you see. And your shitstain of a son does the same fuckin’ thing. Bouncing from cult to cult, wanting to be the special one everywhere he fuckin’ goes. You don’t have a son, Angel, you have a fuckin’ weapon. You have a praise-starved weapon. And if either of your asses try to stop us from what we want, I’m gonna respect your ass right over the top rope. You understand me?
I don’t give a shit if you understand me, you’re gonna. We’re gonna make ourselves nice and understood, anyone even thinks of questioning us. Ulf Hednir wanna run his mouth, talk about how big his dick is? Motherfucker, you don’t wanna go size for size with us. You got skills, you got fists, you got hops, but you ain’t got it like we got it. And I don’t have to pin your ass to end your night. All it takes is a quick flight and a hard grounding. Punch your ass, leave you feeling Thor with the thunder I got in these hands.
I don’t give a fuck what else y’all gotta say. It ain’t about your words. It’s about what we fuckin’ do. Draw that number for me, I don’t give a fuck. Number one, number thirty, anything in between, end result’s gonna be the same. Team Diversity Hire gonna run this town. No matter how many jaws we gotta loosen, teeth we gonna knock out, blood we gotta spill, tears y’all gonna cry. The Roulette’s calling our number. And if y’’all had any questions, little bit of gambling advice. Call it an insider tip.
Always bet on black.
Well howdy there pardner.