Post by "The Outsider" Bill Yankowy on Dec 3, 2004 14:44:00 GMT -5
(Bill Yankowy is in his locker room.) Taz, this Sunday night is going to be the end of this entire war between you and me. And you see, for the last five or six months we've been down our throats so much that it would be hard for us to talk to this day. But this Sunday night I promise you, will be the final confrontation between the both of us. Now, I hear you earlier talk about how I've had a nice life. Well your damn wrong. Just because I live right near the capital of this great nation of ours doesn't mean that it's been a nice life. I'm the youngest of four kids, and I really didn't go to the best schools that you say that I have, hell, we weren't as "rich" as you think we are ten years ago.
But yeah, I know your story. Hell, every single person who has stepped foot in this business knows your story, so don't say it again because I'm starting to get sick and tired of your story. What you don't know is this, my life was difficult. I didn't talk until I was five and didn't become potty trained until I was five. Hell, I had to do the second grade again because they didn't think that I was ready for the third grade. You come live in my area back in 2002 when the snipers were around and try to go outside without thinking to yourself "am I gonna get shot today?" Taz, if you ignore how we live, there is one thing that I agree with you on.
And that's the fact that we're gonna be in a fight. It's gonna be the fight of all mother f**king fights. And you know what, you better watch that tape of me crushing your neck and your throat three weeks ago because the damage you got then, will be nothing like the one you get this Sunday. And it's not going to be pyshical, it's going to be mental. Because the scar your gonna get is the fact that you could not beat me after I injured you and your gonna live with that fact for the rest of your career. And you know what, after this Sunday night I might shake your hand in a sign of respect, but then again, I might not. Taz, this Sunday night we're gonna go to hell and back.
And on this ride, I'm the conductor and your the passenger, and the conductor in a fight always wins, so you better get used to that losing feeling, because this Sunday night, that's the taste your GONNA GET!!! (Camera fades to black.)
But yeah, I know your story. Hell, every single person who has stepped foot in this business knows your story, so don't say it again because I'm starting to get sick and tired of your story. What you don't know is this, my life was difficult. I didn't talk until I was five and didn't become potty trained until I was five. Hell, I had to do the second grade again because they didn't think that I was ready for the third grade. You come live in my area back in 2002 when the snipers were around and try to go outside without thinking to yourself "am I gonna get shot today?" Taz, if you ignore how we live, there is one thing that I agree with you on.
And that's the fact that we're gonna be in a fight. It's gonna be the fight of all mother f**king fights. And you know what, you better watch that tape of me crushing your neck and your throat three weeks ago because the damage you got then, will be nothing like the one you get this Sunday. And it's not going to be pyshical, it's going to be mental. Because the scar your gonna get is the fact that you could not beat me after I injured you and your gonna live with that fact for the rest of your career. And you know what, after this Sunday night I might shake your hand in a sign of respect, but then again, I might not. Taz, this Sunday night we're gonna go to hell and back.
And on this ride, I'm the conductor and your the passenger, and the conductor in a fight always wins, so you better get used to that losing feeling, because this Sunday night, that's the taste your GONNA GET!!! (Camera fades to black.)