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Christian_Andrews · **03-19-2018, 09:09 PM**

Staring at Madison...

I was planning on fighting with you, but winning that is like winning the special olympics. Even if I win I'm still

. I was going to punch you, but I'm scared what will come back once I get my hand treated for touching whatever that thing is you call a face.

See, we agree on one thing. I choose life just like you do... well, except if my baby looked like you. Then, death. I choose death. I mean face it, you're more useless than Anne Frank's drum set. Talking to you is like giving helen keller an eye test, it's not fair.

See, I hear you talk and wonder... Is your ass ever jealous from the shit that comes out of your mouth? I mean really, I hear you talk but what I see is like a dry steak. No offense, but after doing the research on you, you made me want to castrate myself.

I can see why your finisher is called "Dead Bitch Walking", did your parents have any children that actually lived? But hey I have to give it to them, you're impossible to underestimate! Madison, nah I'll call you Repunzel. But instead of letting your hair down, you let everyone else down.

But I like that you're holding my title. In fact, if you were a title, you define "Participation Trophy." But please, let me encourage you. You look like... your father would be disappointed in you if he stayed. See, take my lowest priority in life, and place you under it. While you're down there, realize this. The best part of you? Ran down your moms leg. That's why when you were born, you were so ugly the doctor slapped your mother. It isn't your fault, you probably looked the same as you do now... that is, like 2 pounds of dog shit in a 1 pound bag.

Though, that probably explain why your face looks like it was set on fire, hung upside down, beaten with a bat, and wrapped in chains before being thrown into the ocean. Ouch, am I hurting your feelings? You might want to get a colonoscopy for all that butt hurt.

I'll leave you with this, I will beat you, you....

Wait, I'd call you a cunt, but you have neither the warmth nor the depth. So instead, here.

Christian flicks off Madison.

Damn. You make me wish I had more middle fingers.

Christian grabs a nearby trash can, and hits Madison on the head with it. He lays it down next to her and puts his foot on top of her to pin while whispering to her...

Here you go little birdie, once I'm down you can fly home.... I moved it closer to you for safe keeping.

Pointing at the trash can, Christian laughs while waiting for the referee to count.

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