Post by Tough Talk Tony Spencer on Oct 30, 2009 12:31:26 GMT -5
It behooves me to believe that no matter how I try to explain to you people, about how Maverick Wild is broken down, how Maverick Wild is a veritable cacophony of rotting apendages, that you and the man himself refuse to heed my advice. What, was me almost murdering him in Rottenchester not enough? The master plan of Bruiser Costa to double cross Maverick in one of the most brilliant coups in recent memory? How much more abuse does Maverick Wild need to take before he realizes he's no longer cut out not only for wrestling, but for the title of being a man.
You see, while some might make the argument that Bruiser Costa is older and should have never come back, I'm going to just go ahead and stop you right there. Bruiser Costa may have a few years on old Maverick, but the fact of the matter is this: Bruiser Costa is a SMART wrestler while Maverick is not. Bruiser doesn't hobble from town to town, looking like a beaten old man. Look at the Bruiser; he wears a five thousand dollars suit and is treated like royalty in every town he ever visits. I am honored to call Bruiser Costa a friend and a confidante, a man who is, quite literally, the toughest and most dangerous man to ever bequeath himself to the world of professional wrestling.
Just for the record, Maverick, since I know you're reading this and are too big of a chicken to respond, you better get all your affairs in order. It doesn't matter I, or Panther Martin, or Joey Eastman have done to you in the past, because what Bruiser does to you November 6th in that Texas Death Match is going to be a hundred times worse. People have asked me "Are there going to be ambulances standing by?" to which I have answered, "Ambulances? I should hope there is a hearse in that parking lot." You're not just looking to leave Rottenchester with your pride intact, Maverick, you're looking to leave with yourself intact. And if Bruiser decides to be lenient, and you end up on life support in some hospital, I'll save your insurance the money, be the angel of mercy and come pull that plug out myself. And it will all be thanks to Bruiser Costa.
You see, while some might make the argument that Bruiser Costa is older and should have never come back, I'm going to just go ahead and stop you right there. Bruiser Costa may have a few years on old Maverick, but the fact of the matter is this: Bruiser Costa is a SMART wrestler while Maverick is not. Bruiser doesn't hobble from town to town, looking like a beaten old man. Look at the Bruiser; he wears a five thousand dollars suit and is treated like royalty in every town he ever visits. I am honored to call Bruiser Costa a friend and a confidante, a man who is, quite literally, the toughest and most dangerous man to ever bequeath himself to the world of professional wrestling.
Just for the record, Maverick, since I know you're reading this and are too big of a chicken to respond, you better get all your affairs in order. It doesn't matter I, or Panther Martin, or Joey Eastman have done to you in the past, because what Bruiser does to you November 6th in that Texas Death Match is going to be a hundred times worse. People have asked me "Are there going to be ambulances standing by?" to which I have answered, "Ambulances? I should hope there is a hearse in that parking lot." You're not just looking to leave Rottenchester with your pride intact, Maverick, you're looking to leave with yourself intact. And if Bruiser decides to be lenient, and you end up on life support in some hospital, I'll save your insurance the money, be the angel of mercy and come pull that plug out myself. And it will all be thanks to Bruiser Costa.