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"Do you even have a family, or did they disown you for being a fat disgusting newhalf?"
Yeah, I've got a family, you little pissant. I've got your wife and my kids. Say hello to my daughter Katie, fuckface.
'You do know my wife has a penis, right? You're now claiming to be heterosexual but say you're boning someone with a penis. I smell bullshit. Either that, or like usual you decided to run your mouth and are too stupid to know what you're talking about. Dick sucker."
Ex wife. Whatever. Ex bitch that somehow got conned or drugged into getting fucked by you, allegedly. I forgot you actually got married recently, dude. Hard to keep track of your day to day life when I don't give a shit about it.

Either way, I bet your little manlady of a whore wife would rather me over you too. Too bad she's stuck with someone literally half the man I am.
"And yet you're the one ducking challenges. Also, fun fact as well. Gwen was born a man as well. It looks like you keep going for chicks with dick. Because you're too fucking stupid to check shit out. Joseph-Gordon was adopted. But hey, keep making shit up and getting it thrown back in your face. You're worse than Maverick."
Yeah, so, again - I don't give a fuck about your life. But, good news for me, I guess, if you've never actually passed your DNA along down the line. Well, good luck for the human race, really.

But at least now when I have Katie gagging on my shaft I won't have to worry that you passed anything nasty to her in utero.

You think I'm ducking you? I'm just not interested, dude. I've got way better things going on than midget wrestling, man. But I tell you what, since you're so fucking obsessed, we can go toe to toe sometime soon. Then yo can shut your god damn mouth for good.
"See, you keep trying to run your mouth without knowing shit. It's a re-occuring issue. Katie did not come out of the relationship with Gwen. I cheated on Gwen with Katie's mom. Hence why it keeps coming up that she's only a half sister to JG. But, hey. Keep trying to sound like you've got even half a clue what's going on around here.

And yes, you've ducked challenges. Did I throw one out, and you turn it down? That's ducking, you fucking pussy. The reason you're ducking isn't because you're uninterested in the midget wrestling, it's because you know you're going to get the shit kicked out of you. You can't keep up with me verbally, and you got the fuck knocked out of you at War Games by someone less than I am, and I'm not talking about Scully. Even though he did fuck you up as well.

It just took you a fucking week for you to actually say maybe some day I might get to kick your ass again. Oh wait, I can just throw some potatoes to my boy, Shane, and have him book it right away. Or, you know, I could talk to Theo and see if he wants to give me a spot on his side for a bag of Coke. You forgot one important thing, when you decided to duck me. Shane doesn't like you, and I'm pretty well connected. Fucking pussy."
(11-02-2014, 05:45 PM)Fordo Swagkins Said: [ -> ]"See, you keep trying to run your mouth without knowing shit. It's a re-occuring issue. Katie did not come out of the relationship with Gwen. I cheated on Gwen with Katie's mom. Hence why it keeps coming up that she's only a half sister to JG. But, hey. Keep trying to sound like you've got even half a clue what's going on around here."

Let me ask you something, dude... how many times have I told you I don't pay attention to you? How many? Like, what do you expect me to "get right" about your waste of a life when I've repeatedly told you I don't take the time to learn about it? Huh? Do I give a fuck who you did or didn't know up? Do I give a fuck which of your girlfriends have dicks? No. Not even a little. I don't give the slightest, tiniest shit about you. You want me to take the time to memorize your life and career like a stalker? Like you have to me and everything else here? You just have some sort of fucking disorder that makes you believe that knowing every minute detail about everything and everybody in the XWF somehow makes you superior to anyone else. Oh, you can cite facts and quote promos and you have the whole 15 year history of the titles memorized... big deal, dude! No one's impressed! You're just the living embodiment of a god damn YouTube comments section, man. A fucking troll with no use or purpose other than to piss people off. Get your little fuck ass back to 4chan and shut the fuck up.

Look, I'm ALREADY tired of talking to you. You want me to rush and spend another week forced to pay attention to you? You want to threaten me with your connections and your friendship with Shane? Tell you what, dude, you force the issue and get me booked before I decide I'm cool with it? I just won't show up for the match. I'll take the fine, take the loss, and move on with my life. Then you can brag about how dominantly you kicked my non-present ass. Sound good, fucker? Or is that ducking challenges too? I suppose any time anyone pipes up I'm supposed to put my life on hold and shut them up, otherwise I'm a coward, right?

Now you sit your ass down and wait your fucking turn to "kick my ass again" even though you never fucking have.
"You only say that after getting your ass verbally stomped as a means to cover up the fact that you're a fucking . I mean, it's pretty obvious. If you didn't pay attention you wouldn't be making comments about my kids, using names, or my wife and ex wife. See, that's the problem with someone like you Vinnie. You're a fucking bitch who cannot, and I mean you physically cannot, admit that you're wrong. You have to try and play it off like you just magically guess things. Instead of admitting the truth. You watch my shit, you pay attention to me, but you're too fucking stupid to keep shit straight. Instead you'd like to just piss and moan about being mean to you, and throw your support at the stop the bullying campaigns, hoping someone will step in on your behalf and beg me to stop. It's not going to happen, though. You're going to keep getting shit on by more than just me, because at the end of the fucking day, you're not good enough to not be bullied. You NEED bullying in your life. Without being bullied, how will you possibly know it's wrong to be the way you are?

What will teach you not to be a challenge ducking piece of fucking shit? How will you learn that literally no one wants you to compete here? I know, you'll throw something up about people challenging you, and that's true. People challenge you. But we do it because we're hoping you'll pull an ESP and take your ball and go home. I guess that might be too old of a reference for you. You'll be Plex and run home to mommy so she can tell you it's ok. Or is that too old still? Are you too stupid to fucking google this shit? Does a nigga gotta teach you how to use google? I'd imagine not, because like a fucking stalker you got Ryback's number and blasted it in your promo like you should be proud of it or something. But maybe I have to. Maybe I have to actually sit down beside you and show you how to operate a computer so you can do research on shit before you open your stupid fucking mouth only to get your fucking jaw busted by the fucking hobbit. That's me, you ignorant fuck. I'm the one gonna bust your jaw. MacAllister will leave you broken in a pool of your own piss, blood, potentially he'll beat you hard enough to separate the blood from the plasma, so plasma will be in that mix, and I'm sure there will be plenty of tears in it as well. But he will leave your jaw alone. But not me. I will fuck you up so hard you'll be left muter than Helen Keller before Anne Sullivan came along.

And do you know why? Because you're still not fucking good enough. When are you just going to break down and admit it? You're not fucking good enough to stop me. Not for a fucking second. Come up on me when I'm in a medically induced coma? I'll wake up just to kick your ass before going back into the coma. You only got me on the ground with help, and it still wasn't enough to beat me. You just ran like a bitch before you could get your ass kicked again. And of course that's after I pissed on you, and knocked you the fuck out. BY MYSELF. Let's throw that back up, you needed help to get me. I did that shit on my own. That should tell you something. Fucking ."
Oh, yeah, dude, you totally got me all by yourself. It's not like I had just been in a fight with two other men, and also the crooked ass referee, when you decided to run your short ass down to the ring. No, no, it was a totally fair one on one situation and you were just superior! Right!

And wow, I even know your name, and your kid's name, so obviously I'm swinging on your nuts and memorizing everything you say, otherwise I wouldn't have that tiny bit of info that you make sure everyone is reminded of, every single day, because you can't go fifteen minutes thinking someone other than you is getting any attention.

Yeah man, you got it all figured out. You're just a verbal juggernaut, right? Because after all, flapping your gums wins wrestling matches, doesn't it? And it isn't at all psychotic of you to constantly name drop me in everything to fucking have to say. Am I in the king of the ring tourney? Nope, I'm sure not, but there's my name all over your lips every time you release a new promo for it. I'm just over here, ducking challenges by eagerly setting up contests with MacAlister, showing up for a 2-on-1 fight, salivating at the idea of getting to pin Theo Pryce in a couple of weeks, and getting involved with the X-Treme Title match. Yup. Ducking all those challenges, just like you say! But of course nothing at all matter except Frodo Smackins, right man? If I'm not interested in dealing with you, I'm a pussy. Every minute of every day in the XWF is all about you and what you want, because the fucking world revolves around a genetic mistake who hasn't come any closer to winning an important championship than losing to Tony Santos.

Nobody wants me here? Fuck you, nobody wants you here. And if the don't want me around, fuck them too. Fuck your butt buddy Shane and his crooked ass company, fuck every one here who can't handle the fact that they aren't the only one in town who can kick ass in the ring. Get it, Frodo? Fuck you, buddy. Fuck. You. You probably jack off to pictures of yourself, you're so god damn in love with YOU. You probably fall asleep listening to recordings of your own promos, because oh my fucking god, nothing is more EPIC to Frodo Smackins than the sound of his own voice. I'm sick and tired of you and your bullshit. I accepted your challenge, I accepted Griffin's, I accepted Evertrust's, and I'm not ducking a damn thing. I'm not crying, I'm not complaining about... what did you say? You being MEAN to me? Have I ever even said anything close to that? What I want is for you to quit wasting my time. This match, like everything else in your narcissistic head, is all about YOU. I have nothing to gain from facing you, and it isn't even something I have any desire to do whatsoever, but here we are - Frodo getting his way like always, because Frodo is all that fucking matters.

Just shut your mouth and stay out of my way between now and when we have our match. Well, other than whatever bullshit last words I'm sure you'll have to say right here after I get done. Because, of course, you have to be the first and last person to get a word in edgewise. So go ahead. Call me a crybaby some more, or say I'm ducking you. Tell me I'm unpopular, tell me I'm no good. I don't give a fuck. You get a match. One. Then I'm done with you.
"Was it more of a fair shot than you coming down and having someone hold me while you attacked me? Of course, because like the crybaby cocksucker whiny ass you are, you're incapable of getting shit down on your own. You fucking slobjockey. You fucking cowardly piece of shit. Go ahead, tell us how you have nothing to gain some more. Tell us that's the reason why you turned it down, and not because you're a fucking fraid. You know you can't compete with me. You know you can't compete with Swagmire, and hell, I bet I could throw Joseph Gordon in and he'd kick your ass. Actually, let's dig Grammy Smackins out the old folks' home and have her come into stomp your ass.

Do you want to take a minute to try and compose yourself? Is your mascara starting to run from all of this cyring? It's ok, we know you're not half the man you claim to be. We know that at the end of the day you're nothing more than a cockscuking painted up whore without a dick. Fuck you don't even have a strapon between your legs to pretend is a dick. That'd be too scary and tough for you to manage. You just want to cry like a bitch and make up some stories about greatness, or importance. Listen, cupcake, the thing is, you're never going to look good getting into an argument with me. Because you're a shit wordsmith, you get caught lying too much, and you're just being shown to be a . Congrats, you can't even beat a fucking crackhead. And should we meet in the ring, if you don't back out like the dried up pussy you are, you'll surely lose to me, and I won't even break a sweat.


But, go on, tell us how you little you care. While still managing to respond to me constantly. ."
I'm responding to you because you said you wouldn't leave me be if I didn't accept your challenge. Well, I did. So take your ass home.

I'm not the one in here bragging about how I beat you down all on my own, am I? You haven't heard me say what a bad dude I am for pissing on your face, have you? I know I took advantage of a numbers game, that's the way I intended to do it. You think I'm stupid enough to walk in on two guys I know want to kick my ass and start fighting them simultaneously, right after already having a handicap match against two of the best the XWF has to offer? I don't think so, man. If I'd have walked in and just hit you, Pest would have come up from behind, and the same goes vice versa.

You keep saying you want me one on one, but you also keep trying to lean shit in your favor. Yeah, I'm real sure that if you reffed the match with Griff and I you'd be fair and impartial and I wouldn't have to watch my back, right? Give me a fucking break.

Sit your ass down, wait your damn turn, and get off my motherfuckin' dick.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna ignore everything you just said to laugh at you being done. And still coming back. Let's just take a look at this shit. Bitchtits here, claims he doesn't care or follow. Yet he knows some things, which means he follows, but isn't smart enough to get most things right. Strike one for the . Then he says he's going to ignore me. That lasts for like 25 seconds. Before he comes back for another verbal assault. Strike 2. Then he says he isn't ducking me, as he repeatedly refuses my challenge. Strike 3, and he's out of here. But he's back for more. Because strike four is when he says he's done, and comes back again for another verbal bashing. Because he's not done, he likes getting his ass kicked. It's the only way he can maintain any level of relevance. It's the only way he can get people to buy his shitty merchandise, is by associating himself with me. Fucking bitch ass piece of tampax shit."
(11-02-2014, 07:36 PM)LoverboyVinnieLane Said: [ -> ] You get a match. One. Then I'm done with you.


Read a book, you rape-baby .
"Right, because that's the only time you've expressed being done. I forgot. And go ahead, call me a again. But let's not forget, you're the one who claimed to fuck my wife and exwife. Both of which may or may not have dicks. You can't even figure it out. Because you're as much of a liar as Maverick, and you're as intelligent as Darren Dangerous. Except, Darren didn't threaten to run away like a bitch, he just ran away. And Maverick does enough research to make his lies seem slightly believable. You fucking can't. Hell, you can't even figure out how to google shit.

Actually, let's back track. Name a time I asked for a title shot. Except the one I entered into the trios tournament. Not once. I have never asked for a title match. I, in fact, specifically said I did not want that title shot. I didn't want to be booked in the match with Santos. I wanted to fight a ninja instead. This tournament I've entered, and will win, that's the closest I've come to asking for a singles title. For now. But you know what? I pinned Santos for the count. You wouldn't even manage to do that. Because you're a fucking joke. You're a fat, dickless, piece of homotrash, joke. And the sad thing is that you've convinced yourself that anyone wants you alive at all. So, some advice, cockmuffin. Go home, ask your mommy to buy you a gun, ask her to load it for you, put earplugs in, and take a deep breath. Put the gun under your chin, get that pussy ass lip tremble you're known for going on, let them tears flow, and then pull the trigger. It'll be over really quickly. Assuming you managed to not fuck that up. Which you probably will. Have your mom do it for you. She'll be happy to finally be rid of you."