Contracts are written up to assimilate legitimacy. Contracts are signed in agreement to that legitimacy by both parties. But do both parties always know what sort of pot they're reaching their hand into? A pot that once ones hand is inside may indeed impale them with objects wrapped in bardwire, barbwire wrapped in objects, objects composed of barbwire.. the 'jist' certainly should be gotten. In this train of thought, questions arise. Why, oh why, on so called 'gods' green earth would an individual like Johnny Olympus, who wears designer everything, gets driven more than he drives, a man that primps more than the average woman, poses more than fights, under a pretty boy face and overly white pearly whites enter a tournament that commands violence from hardened competitors ready to shank out his eyesballs for offering to the Deathmatch gods? Simple. Attention. Which is exactly what this WWA sanctioned event is going to receive. The former WWA World Heavyweight champion knows good and well what attention gives you, acclaim, followed by further chances of acclaim. In finding out his allegiance to the Las Vegas held Violent Suicide Tournament we only had one question for him:
What kind of strategy does a man like yourself use in this type of match that seems quite out of your element?
Quote: Originally Posted by Johnny Olympus My element? People only assume I have an element because of my lifestyle. I enjoy the finer things in life, so sue me. I've always dealt with skeptics. My entire career has been drenched with doubt. I'd like you to tell me where that's ever gotten anyone? While everyone else is mean-mugging with intensity. Laying on beds of tacks. Hitting themselves with flaming baseball bats to prepare, whatever it is they do, I'll be smiling, sipping my goddamn martinis just as predicted, laughing at you savages while you flail around with your dicks out. Then, when it's time for business.. I'm gonna' break my martini glass and dissect someone's face with it. |
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