Oh, Little Heyman.


Do me a favor, will you buddy?


Repeat what you said about my campaign.

Quote: He's so sure he's losing in two days to Hillary Clinton, that he's gone and thrown his name on the ballot for Championship President, again, a position that does not exist.

Quote:Wouldn't you be better off in, oh I don't know, maybe North Carolina? Or Florida? Or Ohio? You know, places that are still up for grabs. Mr. Trump, perhaps you should have hired me as your campaign manager. At least you'd be in the right place.

I took all three of those states

by the pussy.

You little bitch.

Quote:You have failed.

You indeed have failed, Mr. Trump. No matter how you try to rationalize it, failure is failure. You're failing to defeat Hillary Clinton and you're not going to defeat Paul Heyman.

The inevitable is approaching, Little Heyman. It's time for you, the corrupt political system, and the liberal media to accept the future of America is in my hyuuuge hands.

Next stop; XWF

Hey Hunter Payne, get me a burrito, and show me your green card