Bron, you think you’re the future? Kid, you’re just the loudest guy in the room who still needs daddy’s help to finish the job. Come prove me wrong, baldy. A spear ain’t gonna cut it long-term wise.
And right when the moment was about to break your spine in half, here comes a spear from the past to bail you out.
Lucky you.
But don’t worry, ladies and gentlemen, it’s only a matter of time before I put this stupid mutt down and out of his misery permanently.
If anything, Gunther should give credit to that jerkoff, @NoBarkingOrders/@HoundBrokeLoose.
Congratulations, Bron. You used your hatred towards me for motivation. Let me take your absurd assault on me as thanking me for your will to return.
Bron Breakker is reportedly expected to be at the Performance Center next week as part of the process to be cleared for an in-ring return.
(via PWlnsider)
It's something I've put a lot of effort into since my return, and I'm not ready to let it go just yet. You’re big, you’re bad, you’re strong, you’re tough, you’re fast, you have the abilities required to be champion one day. However, January 5th simply won't be that day.
And speaking of men who don’t ask questions… you two decided to make your presence known.
I’ve heard the same thing everyone else has: you’re the future.
You’re destruction in motion.
You’re supposed to be the next big thing.
That’s what Paul’s been telling you, right?
And now I find myself surrounded by a two men supposedly led by @MySongNeverEnds/@TomorrowObeysMe/@MySongNeverEnds/@ToLeadByExample/@PlayMeThatTune, a man who’s too busy polishing his crown jewel to show up and handle his own business, to “remind” me of the danger I am in.
Acknowledge that I’m the predator here. No matter how many little puppies you house train they could only dream of taking down the biggest dog in the yard. #WWERaw
How many did I win, huh? That’s your big closer? That’s the question you want to leave #WWERaw on?
Typical.
You get handed the mic, and instead of rising to the occasion, you reduce everything we’ve done, every war we’ve fought, to a scorecard.
Seriously, real original stuff.