Post by Ross Hanson on Jul 22, 2021 9:13:15 GMT -5
Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures. At least, none that would make sense to show you here. Just Google me and whatever pic comes up, look at that.
Two weeks ago on Tuesday Night Sin, I made the International Champion tap out on live TV to an armbar. How the fuck I managed that as quick as I did, I will never know. I mean, Mark Kelly didn't win the International Championship in a raffle. He had to fight for it. Beating him like that was not as easy as the assholes online think it is...and they're always welcome to call Kylie up and see if they can do any better.
So typically, when someone just walks in and beats the champion, they're usually penciled in to get a shot at that title. It would make sense that I would wind up being given that championship match, as soon as they figure out this whole three way nonsense.
"But no, Kylie, I'm not ready for a title run. No, Kylie, Ross Hanson doesn't need a title to get over. No, Kylie, defer my title shot to somebody else who's earned it."
That's what I almost said.
But I'm a broke bitch and the payout doubles on a title match. So I kept my mouth shut, and figured that whatever comes will come. Also, it would probably win me a couple brownie points if I showed up to Tara’s birthday cruise with some gold to show off,
While Mark Kelly gets paid more than me to get to deal with Jason Ryan and Angelo at the same time, I have my own problems to deal with in Knoxville.
You know who else might be getting a title shot soon?
Not Richard Dweck.
For real, that guy has been more places than Johnny Cash. This motherfucker doesn't even stay somewhere long enough to get a refill on his coffee. Dude just walks into random locker rooms and gets booked, everyone is just like "who the fuck was that guy?" and before you know it you gotta find someone on 20 minutes notice to replace him when be bails out faster than a Mafia capo because he didn't even stay long enough to fill out the direct deposit paperwork on his contract.
To be honest, he might actually have thought about showing up for this one, until he found out he's dealing with an economically handicapped former MMA world champion who brings his kid to work with him because Gorilla Position thinks it's cute when he tries to call out cues for camera angles. He might just throw his cell phone in the river and go apply for Steak n' Shake.
He might not make it and force Kylie to toss a coin between letting me beat up the winner of the triple threat because odds are someone with a shitty attitude is going to win it, or letting me beat up the winner of Khaos and Dream because I owe Dream about five or six ass whoopings for kidnapping my son before I knew he was my son. There is a reason that little punk makes himself scarce around the gym until he finds out I left to go be a father, something that he doesn't understand since he puts his own son in harm's way constantly by dragging him into his messes.
So when I get to Rebirth II, I don't know who I'm gonna be putting into an armbar.
But if I had to guess?
Not Richard Dweck.
I'm Ross Hanson, and thanks for reading my blog. Tune in next time, when hopefully I'm not confused as Gary Busey on LSD trying to order computer parts on Wish about who my next opponent is and I can spend all of my time and effort talking about how I'm going to fist them with their own hand thanks to this cool new technique I learned to get some sick leverage on my hammerlocks.
And as always, may your day kick ass.