Post by Jeremy Starling on Jul 17, 2018 21:13:32 GMT -5
”Yes peons, tremble and bow down with respect because it is finally time for ‘Living Greatness’ to grace your presence once again. Have you missed me yet in the time I’ve been gone? Have you noticed the absolute lack of class or any resemblance thereof? This place just had a war fought within it between several factions and it threatened to tear the entire place apart. All because they are all a bunch of classless fools who would rather trade in insults or trading cards rather than put any money or action where there mouths put them.
I, on the other hand, have every intention of proving exactly how much class this place is in desperate need of. Short of my Living Perfection, Jessa Jane of course. But there is no greater example of the absolute need for the establishment of higher echelons in NGW than Bill Barnhart. Excuse me, ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart and every bit of that name is as appropriate to him as the Southern backwards nature he hails from, no matter what ‘city folk’ tendencies he may be given to. Whatever delusions Bill has in his head that I am here on a simple whim will be corrected in mere moments once he’s in the ring with me. Oh there’s nothing sweeter than watching the realization in the eyes of the inferior when they realize their superior stands across from them.
“Are you able to comprehend all this Bill? Or shall I send this to you in little snippets of redneck drawl? The only kind of face you have is the one that needs to be sent back into the fields. The only thing you’ve impressed so far is your own precious ego. Which by all means I encourage you to hold on to because once I hit that ring, the only game that will be played is the one where I prove I am born better. I know you’re hoping for a cash-in at this table, but I would rather flip the table and drive your head into it repeatedly. You’ve stepped into the ring with the Era of Excellence on the rise. And you will be found wanting.”
I, on the other hand, have every intention of proving exactly how much class this place is in desperate need of. Short of my Living Perfection, Jessa Jane of course. But there is no greater example of the absolute need for the establishment of higher echelons in NGW than Bill Barnhart. Excuse me, ‘Bulldog’ Bill Barnhart and every bit of that name is as appropriate to him as the Southern backwards nature he hails from, no matter what ‘city folk’ tendencies he may be given to. Whatever delusions Bill has in his head that I am here on a simple whim will be corrected in mere moments once he’s in the ring with me. Oh there’s nothing sweeter than watching the realization in the eyes of the inferior when they realize their superior stands across from them.
“Are you able to comprehend all this Bill? Or shall I send this to you in little snippets of redneck drawl? The only kind of face you have is the one that needs to be sent back into the fields. The only thing you’ve impressed so far is your own precious ego. Which by all means I encourage you to hold on to because once I hit that ring, the only game that will be played is the one where I prove I am born better. I know you’re hoping for a cash-in at this table, but I would rather flip the table and drive your head into it repeatedly. You’ve stepped into the ring with the Era of Excellence on the rise. And you will be found wanting.”