Post by aperfect0 on Aug 10, 2015 20:45:14 GMT -5
: A small gym is seen just a few blocks from the Amway Center in downtown Orlando, Fl. This small gym seems to be rather quiet at this late hour of the evening. The evening rush seems to have come and go and only a few people are seen in the gym. We notice one individual is seen weight lifting off to the side, by himself.
He is seen wearing purple gym shorts, purple Nike sneakers, and a purple t shirt, with the words written in white over a purple back ground, reading, “Simply Perfected”. He is seen weight lifting on the bench press before he notices us and stops lifting. He gets up and reaches for his purple towel before he begins to speak. :
“Another evening where I cant get any privacy from you leaches, uh? It figures the Front Office sends you lackeys to chase me down. You guys can’t go a single week without me being in your presence. Well, if we must, then, sure, here we go.
Dexter, I cannot believe how disgusting you really are. I mean you stood there on Sunday while Brewer manhandled poor Quimby. I know no one likes him because he runs his mouth and he sometimes has no idea what he is talking about, but man, he is just a journalist. Dexter, it makes me sick to think that you would let Brewer man handle someone like Quimby and not do anything. It just goes to show you of how much of a crybaby and a wimp you have turned into.
I can’t believe that I might say this, but the world maybe just maybe might need the old Dexter back. I could not careless if we never see that old Dexter or not, but your sorry ass is not human at all. I think you need to drop the crap, face me like a man and go back to the Dexter some people adore, otherwise, your guts will get filled with so much venom, no one will want to be around you or wrestle you.
This Sunday, it really is simple.
I am going to walk into Miami, Florida and beat the ever living crap out of you in front of twenty thousand strong and maybe more on national pay per view and then I am going to turn you inside out. BAWF rules is very simple: We beat the living crap out of you until you give up! This Sunday, I am not coming for blood. No, I am coming for something much more worth while to me. I am coming for your ego! This Sunday, when I beat you around like a little red headed stepchild, your ego will finally collapse and you will finally realize that you deserve to be at the bottom of the barrel and that you deserve to crawl back under same sewer cap where you came from.
This Sunday, you will quit and this Sunday, your ego will finally be destroyed and then you can get rid of that venom that is running through your veins and you will finally, finally do the right thing and walk up that aisle and never return again. This Sunday, the Perfect One will do what I always do: I will perfectly destroy you one more time because I am just Simply Perfected and you are plainly and pointed mistaken! Now, let me get back to my work out and leave me alone! Security, get these idiots out of here before someone loses their face!"
: Perfect turns around as we see two big mean wearing white security shirts walks up to the camera and smash the camera as it is seen fading to black. :
He is seen wearing purple gym shorts, purple Nike sneakers, and a purple t shirt, with the words written in white over a purple back ground, reading, “Simply Perfected”. He is seen weight lifting on the bench press before he notices us and stops lifting. He gets up and reaches for his purple towel before he begins to speak. :
“Another evening where I cant get any privacy from you leaches, uh? It figures the Front Office sends you lackeys to chase me down. You guys can’t go a single week without me being in your presence. Well, if we must, then, sure, here we go.
Dexter, I cannot believe how disgusting you really are. I mean you stood there on Sunday while Brewer manhandled poor Quimby. I know no one likes him because he runs his mouth and he sometimes has no idea what he is talking about, but man, he is just a journalist. Dexter, it makes me sick to think that you would let Brewer man handle someone like Quimby and not do anything. It just goes to show you of how much of a crybaby and a wimp you have turned into.
I can’t believe that I might say this, but the world maybe just maybe might need the old Dexter back. I could not careless if we never see that old Dexter or not, but your sorry ass is not human at all. I think you need to drop the crap, face me like a man and go back to the Dexter some people adore, otherwise, your guts will get filled with so much venom, no one will want to be around you or wrestle you.
This Sunday, it really is simple.
I am going to walk into Miami, Florida and beat the ever living crap out of you in front of twenty thousand strong and maybe more on national pay per view and then I am going to turn you inside out. BAWF rules is very simple: We beat the living crap out of you until you give up! This Sunday, I am not coming for blood. No, I am coming for something much more worth while to me. I am coming for your ego! This Sunday, when I beat you around like a little red headed stepchild, your ego will finally collapse and you will finally realize that you deserve to be at the bottom of the barrel and that you deserve to crawl back under same sewer cap where you came from.
This Sunday, you will quit and this Sunday, your ego will finally be destroyed and then you can get rid of that venom that is running through your veins and you will finally, finally do the right thing and walk up that aisle and never return again. This Sunday, the Perfect One will do what I always do: I will perfectly destroy you one more time because I am just Simply Perfected and you are plainly and pointed mistaken! Now, let me get back to my work out and leave me alone! Security, get these idiots out of here before someone loses their face!"
: Perfect turns around as we see two big mean wearing white security shirts walks up to the camera and smash the camera as it is seen fading to black. :