Paul "BizNasty" Bissonnette Beats The Brakes Off Of That Rat Bastard, Blooper
Blooper, fat disgusting slob, has spent his entire career attempting to be something that he's not. All he's ever wanted to be was the Phillie Phanatic. But it's impossible to see him as anything but a cheap, lazy, desperate imitation.
Now he wants to act like a tough guy. First, he suckers Liam McHugh with that pie to the face. Puts himself into a situation that he has absolutely nothing to do with, and takes his shot when Liam is expecting it the least. Gutless stuff from a mascot who is best known for not lacking in the gut department. Then that Columbia protestor from Seattle comes in to sneak Biz. Buoy sucks in his/her own regard, but this blog isn't about that safe injection site experiment.
Because you see the fear instantly light up in Blooper the moment that Biz becomes uncaged. He runs away like a little bitch, throwing his hands up and pleading "not me! not me! not me!". He wants nothing to do with the smoke....until he sees Biz look the other way. Then he has another chance to get a sucker shot in there. But this ain't Biz's first rodeo. He knows this is the playoffs and that you need to keep your head on a swivel the whole night. So he catches Blooper with a reverse hit, takes him to the ground, and pounds the daylights out of that jabroni. He might be from Welland, Ontario, but Paul Bissonnette is an American hero for that beatdown.
Great to see Yands immediately rush in there to defend his guy, too. Once a teammate, always a teammate. He might let the chirps fly, but he's not going to just stand there and let his guy go 1v2.
Rude! Fair, but not nice!