Early this morning – and I mean early enough that I never should have seen this – Cesaro appeared to be having letting loose some with some serious candor towards his current employers.
Well…yes, it really is, as is the quality. See, I could only get a few of these on my phone, and some of them were disappearing as quickly as they had magically come into our lives.
Whoa, okay, slow down there, Swiss Miss. I don’t like his decisions either, but the Undertaker’s not real and Vince can’t push you from beyond the grave. Also, way harsh.
And then things started to make a little more sense. Some embiggened Cesaro fan, hopped up on stolen passwords and the unmitigated gall seemed to think that posing as your favourite wrestler and publicly wishing cancer on him and his shit company would help slingshot Cesaro into the main event picture. Well, that or they couldn’t find any dick pics and this was Plan B.
Okay, well, at least he was right about the theme. The only siren song I need from Cesaro are those sweet sweet uppercuts.
The hacker ended on a kinder note, if not betraying that Cesaro’s password is now Tyson-kun!1. Unfortunately, we can’t all live in good intentions, so hopefully there won’t be too much blowback on Cesaro himself. The tweets have all been deleted, but I’m not seeing any grand WrestleMania plans announced for Cesaro either. I’m also hoping I didn’t just exacerbate the situation, and my next post isn’t “Cesaro future-endeavoured, set to appear in NJPW next week.”
…okay, I’m only kind of hoping.
