i'm still trying to find out who my teammates are.
Your real teammates are the Horsemen.
*cough*traitor*cough*
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i'm still trying to find out who my teammates are.
*throws the Lineage teammates hammers to break all of the Horsemen's fingers*
So you're ashamed of being Horsemen and you want to hide? You'd never see REAL Horsemen wearing a glove. Why don't you go dance to a pop song with those stupid gloves on?
What kind of gloves do you think these are? These aren't pussy gloves.
These are giant Hellboy-hand sized gloves that could crush your face in an instant.
These are the kind of gloves Iron Man would look at and say "Goddamn, I wish I had them."
Incidentally, I don't recall the original Horsemen ever being in real danger of having their fingers crushed.
So you're ashamed of being Horsemen and you want to hide? You'd never see REAL Horsemen wearing a glove. Why don't you go dance to a pop song with those stupid gloves on?
Lineage doesn't use gloves on your girlfriends' *****es either. They like skin on skin.
Great fighting force there. A comic book character that had awful movies. Come on. Flair and Anderson had women, champagne and limousines. You have a big red guy?
We don't need gloves. All we need are our own fists. They're stronger than iron.
See my point? You're admitting your defense isn't as good as theirs was. You're just tarnishing their legacy now.
I started with my fists. They wrapped around your heads and DDTed you.
Dirty tactics? The *scoff* leader, of THE, MOST, ELITE, GROUP, in wrestling history, the group started by RIC BY GOD FLAIR, the DIRTIEST player in the game, is complaining about dirty tactics?
That's rich, but not as rich as me.
So now, the leader of the EVOLUTIONary Horsemen is invoking HHH?
COME ON HARTHAN. I would say you're better than this, but that's a lie.
See? All you can do is talk abotu the old generation. DO SOMETHING.
Don't correct me bitch. *punch to the face*
You know you've got somethign green stuck between your teeth there.