Post by Josh Kennedy on Oct 29, 2017 20:54:29 GMT -5
"Blade and Hixx? Again? Jesus fuckin' Christ..."
"I'm not gonna stand here and pull the same stunt everyone else does when their names are put against yours, I'm not gonna dignify any of the shit you say with any kinda response. You're fuckin' jokes, and this is coming from me."
"This ironically supporting you 'cause you're trash thing's gotten real old by now, too. I'm done with it. I'm done with you. Hipsters still buy your goddamn t-shirts and cheer your name and make stupid signs. I respect almost everyone on the goddamn NGW roster on some level. Because one way or another we've all had a path here. One way or another we've all fought, and bled and scraped our way here from nothing. You're the exceptions, and it honestly baffles me that you two would continue to have a place here when so many other people infinitely more talented than the two of you combined toil endlessly with nothing to show for it. I've had my bumps, and I'll continue to do so, but nobody can tell me I don't belong. Nobody can tell me I'm not fighting to be better. But you? You just coast along on your subpar... everything and somehow make more money in merch sales than I could have even crossed my fingers and wished for in the indies. You don't deserve a shred of recognition. You don't even deserve your names resting on my tongue."
"Truth is, I'm feeling lower and less motivated than I've been in probably over six months right now and I could still beat both of you alone with one hand tied behind my back. So yeah, I'm not wasting my time on you. I'm getting in that ring and tearing you both apart. I shouldn't have even wasted this much time thinking about you. Fuck you."
Josh walks away unceremoniously after a prompt middle finger to the camera.
"I'm not gonna stand here and pull the same stunt everyone else does when their names are put against yours, I'm not gonna dignify any of the shit you say with any kinda response. You're fuckin' jokes, and this is coming from me."
"This ironically supporting you 'cause you're trash thing's gotten real old by now, too. I'm done with it. I'm done with you. Hipsters still buy your goddamn t-shirts and cheer your name and make stupid signs. I respect almost everyone on the goddamn NGW roster on some level. Because one way or another we've all had a path here. One way or another we've all fought, and bled and scraped our way here from nothing. You're the exceptions, and it honestly baffles me that you two would continue to have a place here when so many other people infinitely more talented than the two of you combined toil endlessly with nothing to show for it. I've had my bumps, and I'll continue to do so, but nobody can tell me I don't belong. Nobody can tell me I'm not fighting to be better. But you? You just coast along on your subpar... everything and somehow make more money in merch sales than I could have even crossed my fingers and wished for in the indies. You don't deserve a shred of recognition. You don't even deserve your names resting on my tongue."
"Truth is, I'm feeling lower and less motivated than I've been in probably over six months right now and I could still beat both of you alone with one hand tied behind my back. So yeah, I'm not wasting my time on you. I'm getting in that ring and tearing you both apart. I shouldn't have even wasted this much time thinking about you. Fuck you."
Josh walks away unceremoniously after a prompt middle finger to the camera.
