YOU HAVE GUESSED CORRECTLY |
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Let's face it: Your reminder in our hallowed halls that, after everyone jumped on you for being the DUMBEST fucker on the planet, I have never pinned you, is the most brittle straw there has EVER been grasped. Have I pinned you? Have I put your shoulders to the mat for three seconds?
No.
But have I ever BEEN in a situation where I have NEEDED to do so?
No.
Because the two times you and I have fought, both with championship stakes, the rules were of the 'Ladder' variety. I didn't NEED to pin you. I didn't NEED to make you submit. I just needed to beat you up so bad that you couldn't even so much as grasp my heeled boot to prevent me from climbing a ladder and pulling down a championship. Which I did. Both times.
And I know those images, particularly that first one, are so scaring to your psyche that you've spent years, literal years, obsessing over every moment of those matches, trying to figure out what went wrong. There are a few "something you need to realize" moments in this little quiz, and here is the first:
Relentless was THE moment that changed your life.
But me?
It was just a match that I won.
I never notice the bugs that go squish beneath my boots.
This week? You won't be able to grasp that straw any longer. It doesn't matter where you try to take our match with your everpresent, unyielding, idiotic edgelord garbage shit, I'm going to pull your bloated, useless carcass into the center of the ring and pin your shoulders to the mat.
For a five-count.