But I'm MORE afraid of writing something stupid, or maybe working on a stupid project... THEN dying.
Like, if in TEN MINUTES FROM NOW I had some kind of accident or "medical situation", THE LAST THING I would have done would be this LWF Opinionation post for
FIRE MEISTER
So shove it in your ass, Concretta Ledwalker. You pancakey jerk. World doesn't revolve around your magic, huskiness OR your inability to properly apply makeup. World's about FIRE. And I, The Fire Meister, am coming to the LWF to burn asses and set fire to the scene. So, screw you, Concretta. I'm not even here for you. I've got my sights set on Jeb Rebetta.
Yeah. I'm callin' you out, Jeb. You bastard.
Back when we were members of OCTANE, I knew you had a chip on your shoulder. But when we fought on that bridge, you made sure that you had Bulemic Sheena with you. Aqua-Junkie told me you were going to fake your death by jumping off the bridge, and Sheena was IN on it.
But now I know, Jeb.
We have so much personal history. From us training together at The MusclePlex, to our debuting on the same card at GrappleBlast '04... From there we formed a team-- MuscleBlast, paying homage to our beginnings...
But then, you turned on me on an interview segment hosted by Stilt Faxblast.
I don't know WHY I'm relaying this history to you, Rebetta. And I ALSO don't know if I'm b###hing out Concretta Ledbetter, or challenging YOU to a match at Bloodbath 2034.
Either way, I-- Agggh. ehhhhp.
Hurrrn.
(clutching chest)
aaaf. Aaak......
hrooootghhh.....
(profuse sweating)
Ahhhgggg. errrrrmmmm.
DING
Whew. My foods ready. Thank God.
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