CYREN: Had I not just retired and recognized my own mortality, I would deign to dance with you yet again in the middle of that ring, Neo - in absence of that, I'm more then happy to offer my clients up as suitable combatants. And if anyone has been the lascivious prostitute around here, it's yourself creating this illusion that you still some how matter and/or have prominence. You suck on the XWF's cock and expect it to shower honeymilk dew upon you? You're a sad excuse for a vagrant, indeed.... now move along, fore I'm forced to thrash you once again.

Taking a moment to dump some piss all over himself, shaking it off like 'Triple H', he gets a stern grimace set upon his face. 'The Sickness' continues to speak...

CYREN: And Madison, you pissed on me? I liked it, motherfucker! I drink Piss Juice for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Great source of salt! Hardens them arteries and helps me be more durable! Hell, I'd love to invite you to a 'fecal tea', later this afternoon, in fact! Would you like to accompany me? We can do goth meth and drink 'shitty tea.'