"Muddy, I seen you round these here parts before and I was none too impressed. You wasn't nothin' but a drunk and a pussy, gettin' beat up and overshadowed by your own 12 year old daughter. Shame, really, to see a good ol' boy and a fellow flag bearer of Christ's White Cross be such a got-dang disappointment.

I mean, sheeeit, son, we got us a mixed race mulatto fuck with gold teeth runnin' around here callin' himself a champion. We got SJW bullshit from management, led by notorious femqueer "Ladyboy" Vinnie Lane, like a brand new Bitch Title for whores who shoulda never left the kitchen or the bedroom without permission. What the fuck, man? Even a solid Republican like Engineer let his gash lead him around by the collar and hold a belt while he did fuckin' nothin'. Fuckin' embarrassing is what it is.

So here's the deal. You just go back to Kentucky and get yourself lost in a bottle, tryin' to find the balls you was most likely never bornt with, and leave the gold for the men like me. God's soldiers. Trump's warriors. Motherfuckin' Cowboys fans.

Deal?"



Nate scoops Waters up in a Samoan Driver, then covers him as a white referee makes the count.




1!


2!

PIN

Muddy kicks out

Wud'you say you wide eyed carpetbaggin' ?

Fuck boy, you ain't no goddamn man, nor a nair fuckin resemblance of one either.

More like'a fancy job havin duck dynasty fan boy who decided he was gunna scrounge up right wing talkin points fer' the 2016 election on his new wifi because his fuckin life sucks so he tries to blame it on the gays who give him these unexplained erections erry' time he accidentally stumbles two men fuckin on Porn hub.

Quit tryin ta' be scum cuz you ain't. Yer' worse. Yer' fake scum. Goddamn brand new -150 drivin, truck bed cleaner than yer' show wife's pussy, with a pristineified rebel flag wavin in the wind. You ain't no true piece of shit. Yer' just a dumb selfish prick with money who drags up the worst plays on the southern caricatures I'd ever seen.

Nate got'dam higgers? Really? Why not just Fumb Duck? Sick Ducker? Bake Fitch? You ain't a racist you fuckin clown, cause in reality you spend every day actin like you gotta be superior to the black man, a true racist fuck already knows it and sure as shit ain't gotta run around makin' names up to prove his worth to the Trumpers.

Yer' like a poser goth girl who's gotta bite on erry'damn stereotype just to try fittin in with the edgy kids, when in reality no one is really takin it as far as her so she ends up killin herself while erry one else just moved the fuck on.

Yer' a fuckin punk, and muddy don't like or respect ya, and I fuckin smell like beaver guts, dumbass. You don't know what it's like to be a true hick, let alone a hillbilly, nor do you know the difference. How about you go on have ye' another mouth poundin session at the church or Muddy can stay right here and keep feeding you his meat.

Either way yer' still a

Fatality.

Winner and STILL Federweight Champion - Muddy Waters