Post by Vladimir Vishnevsky on Nov 22, 2014 2:13:52 GMT
Sunday night, at Killshot 1, Vladimir Vishnevsky will be unleashed upon the city than never goes to bed. Mr. Martin Sunshine has called upon three men to take out one little girl, Ms. Grace Taylor. Yet when I look at my comrades, the men who have been assigned to assist Vladimir with this task, I do not believe they are, how do you say, up to par.
Mr. Kort, Mr. "White Trash Pride." This is, how you say, an ox-moron. I listen to you talk about how your pappa taught you to be a man, to be a fighter, but all I see is a man who excels at being quick and being a sneak. You like to run away, perhaps, or use the, how you say, cheap shot. That is not being a man, Jimmy Kort. Sunday night, I show you what it means to be a man.
I see you bring submission game. I like that. I like a man who looks to snap another's limbs or squeeze the air from his lungs. But, Jimmy Kort, how you to break Vladimir's limbs. if you do not get me to ground? I am trained in the art of Sambo, and Vladimir does not go to ground easy. How do you plan to do this, I ask. Will you knock me to to ground? This will not happen, my friend, as I have a iron chin. Weill you wrestle me to ground? This too will not happen, my friend-- as your technique, how you say, pales in comparison to my take down defense.
But you try, no? You burn that limited stamina you have, and when you are left huffing and puffing like an out of shape American, Vladimir will, how you say, take out the "White Trash."
Speaking of out of shape Americans, I am disgusted by the sight of my second opponent, Kodi Jackson. The only thing more repulsive than your big body is your small brain. Kodi, what kind of a man returns to the scene of the crome of his former mentor to boast about his mentor's destruction of Mr. Goodman's gym the very same time that Mr. Sunshine is trying to clear the name of Jack Owyns--Nincompoop!
Yet I see that you are a strong man, and perhaps used to being the bully. Vladimir too is the bully, and I will not be bullied by no man. You wish to put your pudgy hands on me, I invite you to get close enough to do so, so you can feel what real striking power feels like. Vladimir will test your chin-- in fact, man of much mass, I will test all of your chins. But let me give you a word of advice, Kodi Jackson-- you best conserve your energy, because you do not have much. And you can have all the power in the world-- when the gas tank runs out, you become nothing more than Vladimir's punching bag.
And this leaves, how you say, the best for last. Miss Grace Taylor. Former Internet Wrestling Alliance World Champion. Undefeated in her career. My dear, I fear for your safety, I fear for your life. You see, these fists-- they are not the fists of Travis Black; these legs-- they are not the legs of Manda Cooper; these elbows-- they are not the elbows of Ravyn Nightshade. I hit harder than anyone you have ever faced, and will hit you harder than you've ever been hit. And when the night is over-- you will need your own little bell, to match that of your man-friend, Carter Hayes
Mr. Kort, Mr. "White Trash Pride." This is, how you say, an ox-moron. I listen to you talk about how your pappa taught you to be a man, to be a fighter, but all I see is a man who excels at being quick and being a sneak. You like to run away, perhaps, or use the, how you say, cheap shot. That is not being a man, Jimmy Kort. Sunday night, I show you what it means to be a man.
I see you bring submission game. I like that. I like a man who looks to snap another's limbs or squeeze the air from his lungs. But, Jimmy Kort, how you to break Vladimir's limbs. if you do not get me to ground? I am trained in the art of Sambo, and Vladimir does not go to ground easy. How do you plan to do this, I ask. Will you knock me to to ground? This will not happen, my friend, as I have a iron chin. Weill you wrestle me to ground? This too will not happen, my friend-- as your technique, how you say, pales in comparison to my take down defense.
But you try, no? You burn that limited stamina you have, and when you are left huffing and puffing like an out of shape American, Vladimir will, how you say, take out the "White Trash."
Speaking of out of shape Americans, I am disgusted by the sight of my second opponent, Kodi Jackson. The only thing more repulsive than your big body is your small brain. Kodi, what kind of a man returns to the scene of the crome of his former mentor to boast about his mentor's destruction of Mr. Goodman's gym the very same time that Mr. Sunshine is trying to clear the name of Jack Owyns--Nincompoop!
Yet I see that you are a strong man, and perhaps used to being the bully. Vladimir too is the bully, and I will not be bullied by no man. You wish to put your pudgy hands on me, I invite you to get close enough to do so, so you can feel what real striking power feels like. Vladimir will test your chin-- in fact, man of much mass, I will test all of your chins. But let me give you a word of advice, Kodi Jackson-- you best conserve your energy, because you do not have much. And you can have all the power in the world-- when the gas tank runs out, you become nothing more than Vladimir's punching bag.
And this leaves, how you say, the best for last. Miss Grace Taylor. Former Internet Wrestling Alliance World Champion. Undefeated in her career. My dear, I fear for your safety, I fear for your life. You see, these fists-- they are not the fists of Travis Black; these legs-- they are not the legs of Manda Cooper; these elbows-- they are not the elbows of Ravyn Nightshade. I hit harder than anyone you have ever faced, and will hit you harder than you've ever been hit. And when the night is over-- you will need your own little bell, to match that of your man-friend, Carter Hayes
