C’mon Chuck, I mean, why did you even bother to show up. All that hype and I knew at the weigh in that you were done, and man, you should have seen it too. Rampage bounced up and down in front of you and asked you if you were ready. Repeatedly. Were you ready? Considering the minute and fifty odd second beating you took, no, you weren’t ready.
See I knew you were done like six months ago, when a friend handed me Quinton Jackson’s business card and you know what picture graced the card that he handed to people on a daily basis? You, Chuck Liddell getting your ass kicked. I don’t know about you, but that seems like complete and total ownership to me. How could you let that happen? Twice.
Why would you bother holding a press conference, parading around all the ‘revenge’ matches you had, how you’ve rectified all your previous loses. Yeah, you beat Tito Ortiz, but he never made business cards of your complete and total destruction. What are you going to do now Chuck? If Rampage made business cards of your beating before I cringe at what he might do this time. I wonder how much a sky writer costs these days? Wouldn’t it be awesome to see a giant cloud image of you being pummeled unconscious by a giant black guy in the sky over your house. And of course under the image there will be a caption that reads: ‘Are you ready?’
I really hope you won’t be scarred for life by this. What we don’t need is another Oliver McCall like incident in the UFC, where you burst into tears simple because Herb Dean asks you if you are ready before the fight begins. Or maybe when you get ready to order food at the drive-thru, all of the sudden the police have to come and get you out of your car because you are no longer able to move out of paralyzing fear.
Just do us all a favor, and let this be the last and final beating you receive at the hands of Rampage Jackson, the next time he asks you if you’re ready for anything, dammit man, just say no.
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