Jesus Christ, what short bus did you just jump off of? Before we delve too far into this, here's a pro-tip for you; making your words bigger and gayer won't change the fact that there's nothing of substance behind them. You're right, I'm hotter than John Madisons urine stream and lighting up the company like Peter Gilmours face when you offer him a twinkie. What the hell are you doing, other than trying to become a (not three, not four) but five time Federweight champ off a guy that just had to fight through most of the roster and wants to go to bed?

This is your yard? Then where the fuck have you been? I've been right here, doing what's apparently your job and cashing your x-bux checks. Wherever you disappeared to, you clearly haven't been anywhere near the XWF or paying attention to the results lately. I took Vinnie for a ride? Sure, and the Cleveland Cavaliers were slightly outplayed. Vinnie can't handle the spotlight, as was clearly put on display by his attempt to steal it, and to be quite frank neither can you. If I'm the starting QB with a big swinging dick, where does that put you? Nosebleed section, elbow deep in nachos while your girlfriend tells you she's going to the bathroom but really sneaks down to field level to try and catch my eye? You spilled some cheese on your cargo shorts.

Made you look.

I don't drink appletinis, it's how I maintain the abs you're so envious of. Thanks for the offer though. Kickout.