Robbie's so insecure with his sexuality he watches gay porn just to call the performers between sobs.

Oh, sorry, Robbie, you were saying something about me being gay so you can convince yourself your wet dreams involving me have even the slightest chance of happening in the real world?

Dead that queer shit fat boy, and hop on a fuckin' treadmill before you lose both your feet to Diabetes.

Then go and fail spectacularly at pinning Yung Fern for the title, convincing other people to successfully pin Yung Fern for the title, and fuck it anything else involving you and pinning Yung Fern for the title you .

Shit, maybe read a book on the treadmill. Get some of that gut mass in-between your fuckin' ears.

Memewhile I'm just like


L-O-L come at me bro.

LeFuckFace Said:I do XWF the greatest favor and leave

(02-15-2016, 11:52 PM)Robbie Bourbon Said: Hiya Trax! I'll bring my Paypal info, bud, you can pay me that way. I do take credit cards, by the way.

LeStrange, I want you to come in Trax's burrito. I will pay you 5k Xbux to come in a burrito and make Trax eat it after you pin him at the show, unless he's just talking out his ass.

Welcome back to the Show, stud, some of us never left. Now put your big boy fucking boots on and get to stomping, and masturbating, and jizzing in a burrito, like the Dope I know you are, and then force feed it to Trax on live XWF broadcast.

(02-16-2016, 12:33 AM)Robbie Bourbon Said: LeStrange, hurry on up, I can hear this guy's mouth watering. He's so hungry he's thinking I blow title opportunities. You blew your shot at beating Lane harder than when your father blew his load into your mother, whom he was having sex with for an extra dose or seven down at the methadone clinic to get help coming off that heroin she was sucking five dicks a day to pay for, along with having something to eat and somewhere to sleep occasionally. You should have stayed in the family business. You know, banging addicts with shit-stained panties and polluting the world with bastard children, not this whole fighting bloodsport thing.

Go ask your mom, Trax, she'll explain the techniques to swallow LeStrange's daddy goop when mixed with shredded beef, rice, beans, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, cheese, ghost pepper, and cilantro and wrapped in a warm tortilla.

(02-16-2016, 01:53 AM)So scared he turned his hair into life saving rope Said: YOU trying to rib ME for losing the UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP,

(02-17-2016, 02:17 PM)LeStrange Said: Probably the same as knowing you can only obtain a championship throug a briefcase and an unsuspecting victim only to choke harder than Ron Jeremy's co-star in the rematch.

No, you god damned . Slacking as in being lazy. Trax is too lazy to get off his ass to fight me, so he's just going to talk about his past.

Damn stud, it was less than a month ago you were a contender. What, are you ready for a porch, some nice cold lemonade, and a rocking chair to talk about your fucking glory days like some wise old man?

Was that directed at me? Nobody knows what that screwball Carnage looks like under that facepaint, but considering the fact I don't have the power to change my skin color, accent or height, and considering the fact we where both seen and interacted at Lanes party, its obviously not me, are you actually TRYING to look ? All that Mountain Dew has fizzled your head man.


Trying to "shoot" but you missed me so much I thought your closure was going to be a hug, embarrassing.


By the way "Pop" is the exact sound that would be heard if someone was to take a pin to your massive gut, you goddamn walking talking hot air balloon, ask ten people about you? I think you overestimate how many people actually have an OPINION about you but whatever, peace out and see you soon.


Trax throws up some deuces and smiles before walking off.