++J.P. Corino++
You want bombs Mystery? The dick sucking that runs rampant in XWF is about to come to an end! The next time I see the likes of Witasick or Heyman or whoever else getting there nob polished by the next guy trying to keep his title or get a leg up. I'm going to give them a redneck circumcision. One swift kick to the jaw and I'll turn these mother fuckers into a Ken doll. You run around as if you're someone to be afraid of. Talking about ripping heads off and throwing them around. Listen here bitch! How about I tear your body in half and count the rings like you were a fucking redwood tree. "Don't step foot in that ring Sunday!" FUCK YOU! You pray on all these new people as if you were something to be marveled at. I have done what I said I came here to do week after week. I have come in and destroyed everyone who these fucks have put in front of me. The only reason I have a L on my record is the simple fact that that fat piece of shit Paul Heyman can't control what goes on during his very own show. Buses being blown up, random Asian fellows hiding under the ring. I should have done more than just toss that tub of lard into a barricade. I should have snapped his fucking neck! Do you think I stand here and speak of storms because I love weather? FUCK NO! Punk, Thraxx and I are here for one purpose and that's to shut the collective COCK SUCKING mouths of all that reside here in XWF! I was screwed over once and it will not happen again. So you two keep taking it in the ass from each other, Paul, Wallace, Shane or whoever else you spread your cheeks for. Come Sunday you'll have to carry around a little notepad in order to tell people what you want to say. Because I'm going to beat you so bad you'll need your jaw wired shut. I wish I could say let's end the talk. But it won't happen. I wish I could say with 100% certainty that my associates and I will walk out of Gauntlet City as the Trio Champs! But I can't! And that's not for lack of confidence! That's because I don't know what or his bitches have in store to further fuck over my group and I. Gilmour, Mystery! Batten down the hatches! Because you're about to witness the power of the storm.


HOW'S THAT FOR A PIPEBOMB MOTHER FUCKER!