Post by "Old School" Ollie on Mar 18, 2023 19:32:00 GMT -5
It wasn’t one of the good kind either. You know, those silent assassins in a crowded room where only you know it was you.
No. This one was loud. Really loud.
Everyone turned in my direction and there I was. I could have pretended to be sorry or even fain embarrassment. But that’s not me.
I’m Oliver Wendell Rhule, and I’ll fart wherever I darn well please.
I’ve apparently been booked on another of OCW’s many side projects in a War Games match. If these idiots spent half as much time making the main product a must see event as they do on this garbage Marcus Welsh wouldn’t have taken his chances with the native islanders.
But I digress. It is what it is. If I wanna pay the bills, I have to take these garbage jobs. It doesn’t get any more garbage than Dystopia.
To all my opponents, just stay the hell out of my way. I’m coming hard for all of you. Real hard. Ollie Rhule is tired of getting the shaft. It’s time to start giving more than I take. And believe me, I’ve taken a lot over the years.
Team Fanny is about to learn that lesson the hard way.
I don’t care who the people in the match are. It’s not even worth checking the card to find out.
When I’m in the ring, I’m going to destroy everyone in my path. And then when I’m done and there’s nothing left of those losers, everyone will know you’re playing by my rules.