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Post by Fauche on Sept 13, 2018 0:43:31 GMT -6
A dissonant, down-tuned hum buzzes through the PA, slowly taking sonic shape in harmony with a blur on titantron transforming into a highlight reel for wrestling's legendary daredevil... Jeff Hardy runs out on to the ramp, waving his arms around as the fans scream and chant his name. Strobe lights haphazardly illuminate his illustrated face, a mask of war paint that serves to highlight the intensity and devil-may-care nature of the soul beneath it.
Hardy slides under the bottom rope and quickly climbs to the turnbuckle, leaning precariously over the edge, arms spread as the Resistance fans cheer for him. Tool's rhythmic frenzy blares in the background as Jeff scans the arena, taking in the moment before hopping down, grabbing a microphone.How many of ya'll caught Resistance last week?The fans pop big time. Evidently they tuned it.Yeah... good show, right? Drew McIntyre became the first ever Prime Time Champion, we had all kinds of legends coming back, Drake Maverick made some big announcements, some real historic stuff. I can tell you from the bottom of my heart, it was honour to not only be in the very first match on UWF Resistance ever, but to get the win? Damn, that's special. That's real special. Now what came after that... I've got a lot to say about it, but I'm not a guy who talks to shadows or looks over my shoulder for somebody comin' my way, so everything that's on my mind can wait until the next time my brother is standing in front of me.
Besides, I've got something more important to deal with.
I might be starting to sound like a broken record here, but I'm gonna keep saying it cause I always need to remind myself, too. The only day that matters is today. It's the only one I can affect the outcome of. Today I get to fight Vinny Marseglia. He's the monster under the bed. He's the boogeyman in the closet. He's the scary voice on the other end of the phone. I guess Vinny's a big horror movie fan, huh? Maybe that explains why he'll show up on the TV screen there instead of coming down to the ring to talk this out face to face.Nah, I get it. All the theatrics and the smoke and mirrors. Hell, with you it's a little bit more than that too now, what with the axe murdering Jimmy Jacobs and all. You might just be a real life monster. But I'm not scared of monsters, Vinny. The demons I've lived with my whole life, the ones I fight to keep down every single day are a helluva lot worse than anything you can come up with. Take my word for it. I've been through a living hell. I walked out the other side and I stand here in this ring today as a man transformed. I've got my scars. I didn't make it through that fire without getting burned - but I made it through.
Seems like you've seen your share of hell too, except you've made your home there. You're a man who gave into the darkness and the evil and the insanity. I won't judge you for that. We're all on different paths, and in different places on those paths, but Vinny, I will tell you this... that ways dangerous, more to you than to me. A man who abandons all limits and reason is like a runaway train. Powerful, yeah. Lethal, sure. It's gonna take out most anything in it's path but there's only one way this story ends.
Now I know some of you are sayin to each other "But Jeff, you're the craziest S.O.B. around. You're always takin risks and putting it all on the line." Alright. I get that. But the difference between me and him.Jeff points up to the big screen where Vinny just wasIs this.He then points to his own chest.Soul. That man has a corrosion in him. It's a rotten sickness that's pourin out into everything he does and he's just letting it happen. Funny thing is, my being an adrenaline junkie and his being a total psychopath both ends up with us jumping off that top rope the same way. Huh. There's like a bizarre poetry here that I honestly don't quite understand yet... but what I do know is that Vinny Marseglia is a candle burnin at both ends. The guy's a ticking time bomb and sooner or later the luck he lives by is gonna catch up to him. I can't guarantee you that that's gonna happen tonight, but I assure you that when he steps into this ring to fight me, he's gonna fight the best Jeff Hardy there's ever been.While Jeff has been speaking to the fans about his opponent, his last line is delivered with eyes facing up the ramp, more or less directly to The Horror King.
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Post by Dres on Sept 13, 2018 3:50:53 GMT -6
As Jeff looks up, the lights go out and the familiar tune that accompanies the, “Horror King” begins to play with the music and the vocals starting at the same time.”I...am...your worst nightmare. I’ll get inside your head, You’ll see me before it ends.
I...am...your worst nightmare. Don’t worry, don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”At the conclusion of the word, ‘anywhere’ being sung, the vocalist begins to scream as the tempo of the song picks up with heavy guitar. Timed with the scream, the lights flicker to a dark blue as a fog shrouds the air and Vinny Marseglia appears at the top of the stage with a mask adorning his face and a group of red balloons as well as his trademark axe in his possession.Vinny makes his way down the ramp to the ring. As Vinny climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, he stops in the middle of the ring. As the lights return to their normal color and the fog fades, Vinny throws his arms upward and outward as he releases the balloons.Vinny now removes a microphone from his jacket as he raises it to address Jeff.Vinny Marseglia: The best Jeff Hardy there’s ever been isn’t saying much these days. Sure you can pander to this crowd and energize them up and have them eating out of the palm of your hand and make them believe whatever hype you’re shilling about yourself but realistically, you can’t go like you used to. Last week’s victory was over someone you knew, your own flesh and blood, someone who was competing but still had your best interest at heart.
Not this week, Jeff. You might think you’re still the same performer you once were but when you get in the ring with me, someone that isn’t your flesh and blood and is instead tearing at your flesh to get to the blood, that has your worst interest at heart, a real competitor, you’ll see that you’re just a nostalgia act failing to keep up with what people remember when they hear the name Jeff Hardy.
You think you’ve got me figured out, that courage in the face of all I’m trying to frighten you with is the key but you can go into either locker room and most of the men that have been in your shoes will tell you they tried that and it didn’t work for them. The truth is I am worse than any demons you’ve faced in the past, worse than any demons you’re facing now. I am everything you said: corroded. Evil. Sick. Dark. Insane.
But if you think I’m going to self-destruct and be my own downfall, you need to put down the psychology book and figure out how you’re going to survive this match. Because me being worse than your demons means you don’t have what it takes to keep me at bay or hold me down, so this story doesn’t end with my candle going up in flames until it’s just smoke and leftover wax, it ends with yours.Vinny snaps his fingers.Redrum.Vinny lowers his microphone.
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Post by George on Sept 13, 2018 11:20:13 GMT -6
“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK, TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY, TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK, TICKS COUNTING DOWN… TICK, TICK STOP!”
The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes harshly into the arena as everyone plays attention down the ramp, all awaiting the arrival of the villainous one.
Marty bursts out from the curtain with his umbrella held high with microphone held tightly in his other hand. He looks straight ahead at the men standing inside of the ring and then walks down directly to the ring, slides up onto the apron, climbs through the ropes and swings his umbrella over his head.
He raises his microphone up to his mouth as he looks over at these men. His face reads no expression, a poker face, a face of no emotion. A face that sees the pathway to glory and the men stopping him go forward.
“THE VILLAIN” Marty Scurll: “Ever since I lost my first and only title in the UWF I knew I needed more. I needed to maintain the amount of gold resting around my waist, and most importantly, I needed to kick up my game. I needed to be the best. And to be the best I had to get rid of the best.”
Marty Scurll holds his umbrella out in front of him and stares at it as he continues to speak to the audience and these men.
“And that’s what has been set against me and my rival. The new best of UWF. Samoa Joe and Kenny Omega. Two bonafide superstars before even hitting the shores of the grandest stage. Although I must admit, it will be an honor to share the ring with you two, I won’t take it easy on you. I’m not a joke despite to popular belief and underestimating me is just a common mistake. I am a grafter, I work day in and day out to improve my game. To improve my ability as a performer.”
“Speaking of being a performer, people look up to that art, that’s why you guys are such bonafide performers already right? You are constantly pushing limits, pushing your opponents and thriving. I mean look at a guy like Kenny, tall, athletic, likeable, charismatic and the list goes on and on and on. He’s a hero; to many. That’s what I don’t particularly like about you Kenny. I hate your perfection, because I know it’s faux. I hate that everyone in this arena is the #1 Kenny Omega fan and you know what? I hate that you think that you deserve this treatment.”
Marty then starts to pace in a line pattern when he’s talking as he is visibly getting impatient.
“You think that you’re past being the “Silver Bullet” but I know you’re not. You want to show everyone in this arena that you’ve changed otherwise you’d never be accepted. You don’t have to “snap” since you snapped all the way back to when you decided to act this way. I mean you don’t even try and pretend this fact, and more people need to realise it.”
“And what is this about being a minor league player? If anything you’re going to be sent straight back down to the bottom where you deserve to be after Dream pins you 1-2-3. And for you Joe, know that I’m more than looking forward to seeing you in my beautiful Crossface Chicken Wing. Don’t take it personal mates, it’s just a price you have to pay, since after all, I won’t forget you after I become the NEW UWF International Champion.”
Marty lowers his microphone as he allows someone else to speak their mind about this crazy main event matchup.
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Post by Destructo on Sept 13, 2018 11:46:34 GMT -6
BURN IT DOWN!!!
The fans all begin to get extremely antsy when a large amount of pyro goes off at the top of the stage shaking the entire arena. Seth Rollins soon emerges from behind a large cloud of smoke as the fans all begin to cheer and scream at the top of their voices. The ovation is ear splitting, earth rattling, and flat out deafening. Seth Rollins slowly steps out from the back, very slowly and methodically. A slight grin emerges from the corners of his mouth as he recognizes the fans adoring love for him. Seth walks down the ramp as the love from the fans continue to pour down upon his shoulders. He makes contact with a few fans in the form of handshakes and handclaps and he makes his way into the ring. He stands on second turnbuckle and throws both of his fists in the air as the crowd continues to scream until their lungs collapse.
Seth Rollins
It’s always a pleasure being out in front of the faithful and passionate UWF Universe. I know that you all keep up with the product, but I’ll still remind you of the recent events. Summer Slam and Heatwave has both come and gone, and I walked out of both events as a winner. In a few short weeks at Genesis, I’ll have the opportunity to compete for the International Championship against five other men. But before that event, the other men need to be revealed to the world. And before that even happens, I have to get through this week first. On Resistance, I’ll finally be making my long awaited in ring debut to take on the “Broken One” Matt Hardy.
The fans give a nice pop at the mention of Mat Hardy’s name. The UWF Universe is buzzing for the second installment of Resistance as not one, but two bigger names are making their in ring debut.
Although he came up short last week and suffered defeat to the hands of his own brother, Matt Hardy is not one to be taken lightly. He has been a brilliant acquisition to the company and he is an extremely hard worker. He generates a buzz when he appears and he has a massive following. However, when I step inside of these ropes and that bell gets rung, none of that is going to mean anything. I’m not going to be thinking about all the great things Matt brings to this company. No, at that particular moment, the only thing that’s going to be on my mind is finding a move that is going to incapacitate him for three seconds. It’ll be even better if I’m able to find his breaking point in that short span as well.
You see Matt, while you’re concerned with your riddles and speaking in gibberish, I can see the bigger picture. There’s a totem pole around here and I plan on getting to the top of it before anyone can even find the pole. And after being granted the luxury of getting to bypass the qualifier match for the Elimination Chamber, the last thing I’m going to do is let an old man off of his meds beat me in a fight. The Broken One vs. The Architect is a fight that everyone already knows the outcome too. Your destruction and defeat has already been created and the blueprint is sitting in my head as I speak now. You’ve already lost this fight and I’m not even sure if you’ve even decided to walk down the ramp yet to compete against me. But it doesn’t matter, because at the end of the week, I am going to be making my case that I am the only one that matters on this show.
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Post by yoloisfox on Sept 13, 2018 13:48:31 GMT -6
TEST YOUR MIGHT! MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!
Grado and Boar both come out, with Grado dancing and having fun. The Boar is cool, being all cool, like Diesel. Because i mean he’s basically Diesel if Diesel was a pig, the two get in the ring to meet their uh tag team championship rivals?
The Proletariat Boar:”Once again Low Ki will not be out here, the reason this time is and I quote”Billy Kidman sucks, he only won because of a Energy Drink fued. I can beat him in my sleep.” And then he goes on about how he’s a dangerous striker and shit but who cares. He always says the same stuff anyway. Me and Grado are out here because you two called us Imitators of You? Imitations? What?”
Boar sounds visibly annoyed about this.
“I know reit. Mah guid buddeh, Boar is reit! We are nae imitations! Ah mean The Miz brooght ye tois in fur protection. Ki brooght us in fur loch uh, Ah actually don’t know, but Ah know it wasn’t protection, coz look at me! Weel tae be fair Boar at leest hud a match an' looked pure guid in it.”
Boar looks at Grado with a quizzical look
Boar:”PRETTY GOOD?! I would have won if it wasn’t for, oh look at that if it wasn’t for the current champ of the Prime Time,Mr Drew McIntrye. But yeah Grado you’re right I mean it’s a lot better than getting pinned by Orange Cassidy, Right Gunn?”
Grado instantly jumps around the ring straight of a world star video.
Grado:“Oh holly jolly shite! He feckin' got ye! Ye got pinned by a skinny lad with' one of th' warst graplin records in UWF history! HAH! Man i’d hate tae be ye reit noo.”
Boar just chuckles
“I mean hell not only did you lose to the arrested bastard. The only reason you beat Marty The James Bond Villain but not a good Bond Villain Scurll, was because you took THE, play from Orange Cassidys one play Playbook. At least Ki actually beat Steiner plus he only lost the challenge by one second due to his dumb as watch scheme fucking him up.So as far as me and Grado are concerned K-Mans winning streak is gonna end, just like how Kinikuman ended while Sonic is still living. THAT’S RIGHT TAILS AND KNUCKLES ARE WAY COOLER THAN SPECIAL MAN AND CANADAMAN!”
Grado:“If ye really wanna gab abit imitations while yer ower haur bein' Road Dogg, 'then Ah guess there’s only one blody thin' tae say.”
Grado looks at Boar and they both nod at eachother.
The Proletariat Boar:”HE’S GOT TWO WORDS FOR YA!”
Grado:”IT’S YERSEL!”
The crowd goes nuts chanting Yersel with Grado just dancing until he’s stopped by.
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Post by Fauche on Sept 13, 2018 22:38:27 GMT -6
Jeff eyes Marseglia up and down, sizing him up and then nods, as if he now "gets it".Alright man. Alright. I see you now. Maybe a shower or two a trip to Walmart would fix up that matted hair and the hobo get-up, but there's not mistakin that there's a legitimate crazy behind your eyes. When you talk about violence, I can see it flaring up like it's fire you're throwing another log on to. You've put some practice into your insanity. Okay. There's a cost for everything, trust an "old man" like me. But you'll learn, yeah, you'll figure it out. Nobody who dances with the devil gets to lead for long, you can take my word on that.But I guess that debt isn't due yet, so I get the full-on, no holds barred crazy S.O.B. that is The Horror King. Vinny, I might have just got back, but I've been watching. I've seen what you've done. I've watched every match you've had in the UWF. I saw you not only win a championship, but go on to try and hold two at once. I saw all the blood you spilled trying to get there, too. You're a dangerous man, and now that you've lost all that and been sent to the back of the line again, maybe you're more desperate and deadly than ever. So what am I supposed to do? Run and hide? Beg you for mercy? Accept defeat and roll over? That's not who I am. Even on my worst day, I was never a coward.
Undertaker, Kane, Abyss - I've fought all the monsters. Hell, that lunatic Sami Callihan put me on the shelf for a while but I've always come back. I've seen 'em bigger and meaner then you, and unless you can figure out something that hurts more than a leg drop off a thirty-foot high scaffold or a dirt bike crash that shatters bone, then there's nothing you can do to me that's worse than what I've already survived. The fans cheer and affirm that. He pauses, waiting until they've settled down again before going on.You're a spooky little freak, I'll give ya that, but there's only so much harm flesh and bone can dish out, and only so much it can take. You talk real tough for a guy who's made a habit out of losing when it counts. Drake Maverick says he's got his eyes on you tonight - you sure you can handle that? But me? Hell, I've got nothing to lose. I'm just out here doing the only thing I know how to do. Win, lose or draw, I'm gonna come at you with everything I've got. I'm not a young man anymore, sure, but my soul is more alive than it's ever been. It's just bursting through me, man. When I paint myself up, hear that music and make the walk, I'm... more. I can't define it. I can't put a scope on it. All I can do is show you when it happens.
Throw everything you've got at me, Vinny. How much is, anyway? And what's your plan for when the little tricks don't shake me, your knock-off Swanton doesn't keep me down for three and you're arms go weak from punching a man who just won't stay down? There's darkness in you, but it's a shallow black. There's no depth to it. If there was an ounce of substance to hold steady beneath this "monster" here, well, you'd have something to show for. Truth is, when push comes to shove, you fold. You fail. That's the reason you're standing here talking to me instead of walkin around with the UWF Championship right now, and it's the reason I'm gonna beat you, Vinny.Jeff finishes with a tone of calm confidence. The fans rally behind him as he lowers his mic, chanting his name again, but Jeff tunes them out, more interested in what his opponent might have to say next.
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Post by Dres on Sept 13, 2018 23:50:16 GMT -6
Vinny raises his microphone to respond.
Vinny Marseglia: You think you’ve stumbled upon a discovery but from where I’m standing, you see about as clearly as you do with the eyes you paint onto your eyelids. You might have your strobe lights and face paint but the fact is, there is depth to my darkness so no matter how brightly you shine, no matter the reason why, I’m going to snuff it out.
And when I give threats like that I’m not pretending like the past didn’t happen. I know that I’ve lost before, that I’ve experienced failure. But in this match against you, I won’t fail again. In the Elimination Chamber, I won’t fail again. You stand there and tell me you have nothing to lose but you don’t have anything to gain either. You don’t have a title opportunity, you aren’t even in the conversation for any of them. And an adrenaline junkie with nothing to fulfill his fix will go looking for it elsewhere, much like me with my bloodlust.
And that’s when you do something like break your leg again. Then you’re back to the substance abuse issues and those demons you try to keep down win once more. But before you get to taking those measures because Resistance has nothing for you, you get one last rush of that adrenaline you crave when you face the, “Horror King”.
You might believe you’re fine because you’ve sized me up as just another monster. You might think you’re okay because you’ve assessed I can’t bring you pain worse than what you’ve already been through. You might have a lot of stock in that soul of yours. But believe me, those assessments aren’t going to protect you when it’s match time. In fact they’re going to get you hurt worse.
Eventually you’re going to stay down. So get up for as long as you can, I’m going to keep knocking you down. I’m going to keep hitting you and if my arms do get tired from punching, I’ll start kicking you. One way or the other, I’m going to win because the best Vinny Marseglia is far more impressive than the best Jeff Hardy.
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Post by Fauche on Sept 14, 2018 0:39:30 GMT -6
Yep. You sure got me figured out. Jeff Hardy. Just some good for nothin junkie in between screw ups. Nail on the head. Funny that a wannabe axe murderer would think he could find himself on a high road over me. Or maybe you think I'm just as bad as you, huh? Is that it? Is that how you see the world, everything as ugly and as horrible as you? Wow. That's bleak, man. That's real bleak. And it's awful. You've fed your soul poison for so long that it's broken you down and all you can see in the world are the worst parts. The parts that remind you of you. I have reason to feel sorry for you... thing is, I just don't.He shrugs and continues.Call me an idealiest, but if I were a betting man, I'd take the guy in the right who believed in something everything time. If it comes down to it and we're both as tough as we say we are and we're trading Swanton for Redrum 'till we're both beat to a bloody pulp, what's gonna keep you in this? What's motivating you? Just that "bloodlust"? That's pathetic. Grow and get over yourself. Learn how to love something or you're gonna die a lonely, miserable man. You appropriate yourself after all these horror movies, but you're missing the mark. All I see now is Lost Boy.Jeff flashes his teeth - like a vampire.As for what comes next, hell, I dunno. Come what may. Drake Maverick might just put me in that Elimination Chamber after I beat you. Makes sense to me. That make sense to you guys?Hardy turns his mic towards the crowd and their huge response makes it clear they'd like to see that.Yeah, that'd be cool. Seems like I might have some unfinished business with Matt, too. I don't know where his heads at, but sooner or later I'm gonna find out, that's for sure. Then there's the European title, that brand new, shiney Prime Time Championship... and oh yeah, a whole roster full of the world's best wrestlers, most of 'em I've never had the chance to test myself against before. Don't you tell me I've got nothing to gain. I could be in prison or a grave right now, but instead I'm in the UWF. Every opporunity I have to step in this ring again is its own blessing. It's always better than the alternative. But I don't look past the day I'm living, so whatever tomorrow has to offer can wait until I'm done with you.
Vinny, I don't need you to respect me, or like me, or believe when I say I'm the toughest man you'll ever fight. It's real though, and I know for a fact that if you look me in the eye right now, you'll see that I sure as hell believe in me. Horror movies never scared me, and neither does some clown who thinks he's in one. You're trying so damn hard to shock the world... I've hung around enough headshrinks to know that that means you're probably the most terrified guy here. What are you scared of, Vinny? What are you hiding from... underneath that costume of yours?
Ah, that's okay. You don't have to tell me. I figure I'll probably meet the man behined the curtain before I'm through with you tonight.Jeff ends in a much more dismissive way this time. He's getting tired, even bored of the games Vinny is trying to play. He's ready for a real fight.
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Post by Danny on Sept 14, 2018 4:23:32 GMT -6
The Mexicools music hits and the three men come riding down the ramp on their signature Juan Deere's not wanting to bring out their Mexican Limo for just anyone. The ride around the ring like a wannabe biker gang, revving their engines and trying to intimidate the Usos. They turn off their lawnmowers and Super Crazy grabs some mics and the trio enter the ring.
Juventud: Usos! Thank you for welcoming us to your penitentiary. I'm surprised you know the word but hey, I love what you've done with the place.
Psicosis: Juvy! Can I asks ju a question?
Juventud: Sure Renee, Why not.
The Mexicools bust out laughing, remembering back on the Usos of old. They've come a long way.
Juventud: Look at us. making fun of you guys once more, it's almost like the good ol' days back on Thunder. You remember Thunder right? Us defending the World Tag Team Championships against you. Sure you may have won some gold since then, congratulations by the way Jimmy, only one more title away from becoming a Grand Slam Champion. That's a big deal amigo. It's too bad you got stuck on a brand with us though. I mean lets make no bones about it, you may have been the first draft pick in a randomized draft pero us? We were specifically signed to help carry this brand.
The crowd boo Juvy but all it does is make him smile.
Juventud: Boo me all you want, you know it's true. The Usos, they got talent. There's no denying that. They're just not someone you build a brand off of. They're a good hand but Los Mexicools, we've carried a brand. We've also destroyed them. We've taken out anyone who has gotten in our way and Usos, you've only been around this long because we've let you. You're like our jesters. You make us laugh. Sure you may be annoying from time to time but so long as you know your place at the bottom of the card, we're fine with letting you carry on. Go on and call out Drew McIntyre. We've got an Elimination Chamber to prepare for.
Psicosis: Don worry Juvy, we can take dees pendejos wit mi osos closed!
Juventud: I know you can. You are former Tag Team Champions for a reason pero you know what? I don't think I've ever faced an Uso before. I've always let you two have all the fun but I might need a tune up. After all I let that loser Kenny Omega get pinned in our Triple Threat match so maybe I am a little bit rusty. I'll tell you what Usos, your match just got upgraded. One of your opponents this week will be none other than The Juice himself! As far as my partner is concerned, well you'll find out soon enough! Jajajaja!
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Post by Dres on Sept 14, 2018 6:11:44 GMT -6
Vinny raises his microphone again.
Vinny Marseglia: Then don’t feel sorry for me, because there’s no reason to and even if there was, I don’t go seeking pity. The way I see the world and want the world to me may be bleak to you, but that’s the whole point. I want the world to suffer, I want each and every last one of my opponents to be psychologically asunder. And it’s not because it reminds me of myself, I don’t create the world in my image but anything that sees a person not cowering in fright or someone completely pain free needs my paint brush to touch it up.
And to you that’s simple, but there’s more layers to it than you can possibly imagine. But you’re not someone I can convince of that, so I’ll have to make you an example. I’ll have to cut you open and turn you inside out so that the world can see that the soul you keep speaking of, the belief in something that you say motivates you, it was all telling them and yourself what you wanted to hear and that beneath the surface, there’s nothing unique setting you apart in the long run.
Now it would be all too convenient for your theory that I’m the one that’s afraid and that be the thread that unravels it all and sends me into a downward spiral but the fact is, there’s nothing to it. I hide nothing and I hide from nothing, Jeff. You say today is the only day you can do something about. Well today simply isn’t your day, because I’m going to clip the wings of the multi-colored daredevil, and then only I can take flight and when I do, I’m crashing into you like a fallen aircraft and when that happens, the world is going to see everything they know and love about Jeff Hardy burn to ash.
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