Here’s a poem about Brian getting mad about Coach not sponsoring him.
The Getbig Betrayal
Joe, known as Coach, with a firm, steady hand,
Met Brian Hankins, the beast of the land.
Over burgers and steak, they talked of the game,
Of power, of legends, of building a name.
Brian leaned forward, eyes burning bright,
“Coach, you see it—I’m built for the fight.
Your clothing line needs a face that inspires,
A king, a menace, who never tires.”
Coach took a sip, let out a small sigh,
“Brian, you’re strong, no one denies.
But my brand’s got a vision, a path, a tone,
And right now, man, I ride it alone.”
Brian just nodded, calm as the sea,
Finished his meal, let Coach leave free.
But later that night, with a scroll and a click,
A fire ignited—burning and thick.
On Getbig.com, the truth was exposed,
Coach had denied him—his fury arose.
No private rejection, no words face to face,
Just cold, public silence—a fall from grace.
His fists clenched tight, his heartbeat loud,
A storm was forming, dark as a shroud.
“The world will know—I won’t be ignored,
You’ll regret the day you closed that door.”
The forum lit up, the whispers spread,
Brian’s wrath was far from dead.
For grudges like his don’t crumble or break—
They wait in the shadows, they coil, they wake.
And as Coach slept, his name on the thread,
Hankins was watching, his hunger unfed.
Some wars start with fists and might,
But some are sparked by a post late at night.
