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**01-06-2017, 11:41 AM**

We all deserve... more...

More of a champion to admire,

More of an example which to aspire,

More of a man that doesn't stutter when he talks,

More of a Federweight icon to make us all walk the walk,

And still,

More in the way they carry themself,

More in ability to put would-be challengers on the shelf,

More in community service to make us proud,

More in looking less like a teenage girl who likes to go down,

Even still,

More is needed to fulfill the role without generic quips,

More is necessary so Brandon can take vacation with her kids,

More is delightful when it comes from an actual man,

More is premature, if it is left to the creamy load in Moore's hands.

MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!!!!!!

We all deserve more, than Brandon Moore... and I'mmmm... gonna give it to ya.

Bad Attitude walks by, as Cage and Stone tell Moore they will catch him later. They do an awkward three-way fist pound, then "CHAA CHAA CHAA' can be heard in a vague whisper in the background. A trash can lid next to Moore opens as he shakes a candy machine that refuses to drop his paid for Mentos, the freshmaker. The masked luchador in one motion jumps straight into the air out of the trash can and slams Moore heads with the silver lid into the candy machine before finishing with a perfect landing on his fallen body for a pin. Chaz Bobo hears the commotion, and wanders outside just in time to slide over.

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~~Brandon Moore~~ · **01-06-2017, 01:14 PM**

Brandon Moore kicks out and gets to his feet to see who it was that fucking dared come after his Federweight Championship.

"Gabe Reno, you greasy cocksucker! Don't you have shit else to do? I mean, like, you're so fucking 'radical,' right? Was that you I heard spouting a fucking poem or some shit just a second ago? Let's set the record straight, homie. This here Federweight Championship belt is mine until I say so. I've got way more pressing matters than dealing with you and your fucking trash can lid.

I've got a TV title to win. I'll tell you what. When I win the Television Championship, I'll have to vacate the Federweight. If you're a good fucking boy, maybe...just MAYBE, I'll put in a good word for you. You can have this when I'm done with it. If I never need it again, I don't expect it to still be in your possession, but just in case, you can keep it warm for me.

So, what do you say Gabe Reno? Gabarino? Gabesky Renito? Radicizzle Gabe Rizzle? Basically, what I'm saying is...fuck off, dude."

**01-06-2017, 07:52 PM**

Can you say that one more time?

Hey, don't let it pierce your armor.

Or tear down your sycamore.

We are gonna need more from you.

Oh, and don't feel bad, the odds are on me with Philmore,

Just like Peter Fucking Gilmore,

Moreover,

You can always start over like a sophmore.

Just because you aren't the champion anymore.

Radical,

Forevermore.

Thomas Nixon · (01-06-2017)

"I'm not one to cheer for Brandon Moore, but fuck those rhymes sound forced."

~~Brandon Moore~~ · (01-06-2017)

Brandon stands there with a confused as fuck expression on his face as he nods in agreement with Thomas Nixon.

"Fuck you, Nixon, but thanks. Now, for you, EdGabe Allen RenPoe. What in the blue fuck are you actually doing? Aren't you the Heavymetalweight Champion? Don't you have more pressing fucking matters to attend to? And like, you're just reading poetry. This isn't a pizza joint on a Thursday with an open mic, Gabey. This is XWF where you either put up or apparently get fucked in the mouth and/or ass. Plus, you didn't even pin me dude? Are you high? You're totally fucking high. Get out of here, nerd."

Brandon turns Gabe Reno around and gives him a swift kick in the ass, sending him down the hallway to dwell in his own greasy fuckery.

**01-07-2017, 12:54 AM**

Will this go on evermore?

Do you feel like you've stepped on a claymore?

Are you too enamored to respond with aggression?

Maybe you're too humored to attack?

More.... more... more...

And that is exactly what Brandon gave...

Should he roll out ad admit he lost a moral game?

Does he think about me when he wets his MoorePantyHanes?

Does he fuck Nixon in the back of a Moore stationwagon while suttering again as he came?

~~Brandon Moore~~ · **01-07-2017, 07:13 AM**

Brandon is still mad fucking confused.

"Gabe, dude. Are you trying to take my Federweight Title or what? Standing there and reciting your shitty poetry is seriously fucking enraging. It's not even good. You'd lose in a first grade poetry contest, bro. You're not intimidating me if that's what you think is happening here. I'm just fucking confused and was on my way to get some fucking tacos.

So, I mean, fuck you, you're not coming with me to get any tacos, that's for sure. I bet Steve Sayors is around here somewhere. Maybe Nixon will stick around. Hell, go find Tig. I'm sure any of those lousy cockbites would love to hear your ill rhymes, bro. I'll leave you with a rhyme of my own just to be a nice fucking guy, you know?

Gabe, Gabe go away.
Fuck off until another day."

Brandon flips Gabe Reno the double bird and heads off to get some bomb fucking tacos.

**01-07-2017, 08:50 AM**

NOPE

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~~Brandon Moore~~ · (01-07-2017)

"Where the fuck is Lane to tell you to shove off? Holy shit, bro. I need my fucking tacos and you aren't stopping me."

**01-07-2017, 11:02 AM**

More of them?

~~Brandon Moore~~ · **01-07-2017, 09:00 PM**

"You bitch! Tacos all the fucking time!"

**01-08-2017, 11:18 AM**

tacos el more

~~Brandon Moore~~ · (01-08-2017)

"You should really go now, man."

Jefferson Jackson · (01-18-2017)

Jefferson Jackson walks through the Federweight hallway carrying a small paper sack of chalupa's from Taco Bell.

"All you guys did was make me hungry and sleepy."

JJ takes a closer look at the situation as he takes a bite. He tosses a chalupa to Brandon Moore as he kicks out at two.

"Chew on this."

Still XWF Federweight Champion - Brandon Moore

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