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Prof. Bobby Bourbon · (09-13-2017)

Lookit what Barney says.

I can get anybody, anywhere, to fight four former special, part time dink who rear their head when convenient.

Ergo a worthless pair of belts.

I sm after living prey, not the carcasses of the talentless. Been a while since the Kings were alive and kicking.

Held for a year, defended how many times?

Who got that win in during your impressive reign, there, Yesteryear? Right when you realized you needed help to keep the tag titles?

Or right when you realized I was right around the corner like an unleashed god damned pit bull. Pig scared you the best, old man. I don't care if you fear me. Show me your balls, they're going in a cinch. I will rip them off and feed them to Cadryn. That what the Kings idolize like children. He's going to feast, Maddy will marvel at the notion someone ate balls. Doc will feel the beating I give same as he gives.

Took it before.

Alive and breathing.

I beat you. I took the very worst you could ever hope to dish out.

You flexed and were perplexed.

Now you ask who's coming to beat your ass like eggs ready for a Saturday morning omelette?

I will never assume you're losing a step. I'm just here to do one simple thing.

Beat you.

The more you agree, the more you concede, remember that Robbie Bourbon doesn't give up.

Robbie holds up a picture of Louis D'Ville. He spits on it. He then drops it to the ground.

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