Post by The Mongrel on Nov 10, 2016 12:07:47 GMT -6
"Kudos to you, Mister Raab, for legalizing the paperwork that finally binds us in earthly combat. Now we can pay witness to the belief that you are truly the opponent I have been craving."
The scarred bearded face of William Saint, better known as The Mongrel, appears upon the screen.
"It seems due to the social media rantings of Mister Joshua Samson, Esquire you have my character misconceived, Mister Raab. As emotional invoking Mister Samson can be, he in no way currently represents William Saint or The Mongrel, as you know me better as. He is by far one of the most brilliant heat magnets our sport has produced and he has garnered nothing but my utmost respect for what he has done for our culture and business as a whole. But that being said, Mister Samson is a businessman. He is a part of the interchangeable workings of the Machine. He is motived by the coffers of the elite and is more than willing to sell what little bit of soul and dignity he has left to obtain those riches."
"I, on the other hand, am far different. I am not your typical oversized bad guy monster devoid of independent thought and lack of articulation. You will receive, and have received, more than the stereotypical 'I will smash you!' 'I will destroy you!' when it comes to interaction with an opponent. There will be, and have not been, any idle threats or bloated egotistical promises. Within the occasions I have addressed you, Mister Raab, I have executed it with nothing but a cordial, professional manner. If you felt you were at anytime disrespected, the onus is upon you, sir. As the saying goes, 'the truth hurts.'"
The camera pulls back to capture the enormity of the near seven-footer.
"You wish to highlight a win streak that I have in Underground Zero for some unknown reason as if that is a feat that I myself have touted. Defeating sub par talent does not constitute a winning streak. Was I proclaimed the victory at the cessation of those matches? Of course, but the outcome was a far gone conclusion before the ink dried upon the paper the matches were contracted upon. But if what you need is a propped up win/loss result to encourage you to 'overcome the odds stacked against you', then by all means, continue with that strategy, Mister Raab. I fault no wrestler in utilizing whatever tools it takes to accomplish one's mission."
The largest wrestler on the UGZ roster smiles a toothless smile, his gaze never leaving the camera eye.
"On November Nineteenth at Underground Zero's Supercard Two: Vendetta, it will take all that you can muster mentally and physically to accomplish what you seek to do, Mister Raab. I am more than prepared to be 'Iceinated by The Iceman' if you are able to do so."
Fade.
The scarred bearded face of William Saint, better known as The Mongrel, appears upon the screen.
"It seems due to the social media rantings of Mister Joshua Samson, Esquire you have my character misconceived, Mister Raab. As emotional invoking Mister Samson can be, he in no way currently represents William Saint or The Mongrel, as you know me better as. He is by far one of the most brilliant heat magnets our sport has produced and he has garnered nothing but my utmost respect for what he has done for our culture and business as a whole. But that being said, Mister Samson is a businessman. He is a part of the interchangeable workings of the Machine. He is motived by the coffers of the elite and is more than willing to sell what little bit of soul and dignity he has left to obtain those riches."
"I, on the other hand, am far different. I am not your typical oversized bad guy monster devoid of independent thought and lack of articulation. You will receive, and have received, more than the stereotypical 'I will smash you!' 'I will destroy you!' when it comes to interaction with an opponent. There will be, and have not been, any idle threats or bloated egotistical promises. Within the occasions I have addressed you, Mister Raab, I have executed it with nothing but a cordial, professional manner. If you felt you were at anytime disrespected, the onus is upon you, sir. As the saying goes, 'the truth hurts.'"
The camera pulls back to capture the enormity of the near seven-footer.
"You wish to highlight a win streak that I have in Underground Zero for some unknown reason as if that is a feat that I myself have touted. Defeating sub par talent does not constitute a winning streak. Was I proclaimed the victory at the cessation of those matches? Of course, but the outcome was a far gone conclusion before the ink dried upon the paper the matches were contracted upon. But if what you need is a propped up win/loss result to encourage you to 'overcome the odds stacked against you', then by all means, continue with that strategy, Mister Raab. I fault no wrestler in utilizing whatever tools it takes to accomplish one's mission."
The largest wrestler on the UGZ roster smiles a toothless smile, his gaze never leaving the camera eye.
"On November Nineteenth at Underground Zero's Supercard Two: Vendetta, it will take all that you can muster mentally and physically to accomplish what you seek to do, Mister Raab. I am more than prepared to be 'Iceinated by The Iceman' if you are able to do so."
Fade.