(01-31-2020, 12:59 PM)Noah Jackson Said: "those rules you made for the TV title, the old one where the champ could do 2 promos a day and the challenger could only do 1 making it easier for you to not show what a salty little bitch you can be. Yeah that rules gone now so you have nothing. Just wanted to remind you, cunt. "

" I can go now if it'll make you feel any better?"

Do more than REMIND him.

Tell us ALL!

Noah, why in your experience, do you believe more promos help you? This sounds like a challenge exclusive to you, Grandson. Do you live in a world where you're not allowed to think about your opponent, watch footage of their matches, or go to the gym, or even be aware that you have a match unless you can do more promos before the DAY that event happens? In a dreadfully out of tune, sing-songy tone, Shane prances around and lets his wrists go all limp and bouncy as: How _could Noah ^possibly be prepared ^{for his} match if ^he can't do _more ^promos first!?^?_?

Starting to try and sound really angry, Shane shoves his face right up to the camera and starts to yell, I want details cunt!!!! And you SING them back to me! And tell your fake egomaniac dad I'm waiting for him to tell me he accepts that I'm his biggest fan and supporter, as well as quite possibly his fucking FATHER!!!!! MAKE him answer! NOW CUNT!!!!

Switching straight from yelling and being a dickbag, to smiling and appearing to be in good spirits... Shane winks again at Noah but this time with all THREE eyes.?.?.?

Under his breath we hear, Haha, man, I just can't get around the fact that I genuinely like these sick cunts. Even friendly banter with them is a blast. Wish I could say that about FAT ASS ROBBIE! Haha oh well.