Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney vs. Sean Michael Prime

[eavanmaloney]

Sean, Sean, Sean, you've disappointed me.

I thought surely with everything I said of you, turning the mirror in your head back onto you would have sparked something.

Gave you something to fight for. Gave you a reason to shut me up, prove me wrong.

Prove YOURSELF... wrong. Alas, that isn't what happened, was it?

Your silence proved me right. You are a shell of a man, and a hell of a fool. You're still mentally within the walls of that prison, and physically too broken to get free.

So, once again, you'll come, bringing a dull shiv to a gunfight.

Pathetic.

I expected more from you. I expected you to find a spine, stand on your own two feet, and tell me with your full chest how full of shit I am, and how you would prove it at Breakdown. I wanted that for you, Sean. I wanted you angry. I wanted you motivated.

Except... I got silence.

I had hoped you would be at least on the level of Wright, but I was so... so... Wrong.

All I can hope is that someone within the company reaches out to you to make sure you at LEAST make the show. I want to be able to be walking around backstage and be told you've arrived. I want you healthy; clean, sober, whatever vices you have I hope you haven't succumbed to them before our match. I want you at your best.

I want to NOT be disappointed. However, I fully expect to be because I already am.

You gave me silence. And in turn, I will finish the job that prison started.

I will break you. Over and over until I am satisfied.

I will make you bleed. I will make you suffer.

I will make you wish you were back on the Block. Selling your ramen and honey buns for protection.

Except, at Breakdown, there will be no protection from me.

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