I think too much semen has leaked into Carson's brain cause so far he's convinced himself that bein' a gives him a strategic advantage when it comes to forcing somethin' into someone's mouth. So according to logic, he probably doesn't think I can take this here Bowie Knife and force it into the inside of his cheek and slice his face like an orange. Of course, because to a 's simple mind, forcing an object into another man's mouth is a skill that only gays can pick up.

What a fuckin' moron, right?

I reckon that's the same train of thought that Kirk had when he planned all of this. Give the a match that he'll surely win since Dim ain't gonna want to touch something that use on a daily basis. That's why God invented gloves, boy.

Too bad Carson. In an ideal world it might be the case that yer' experience in suckin' dick would tip the scales. Hell, since yer' mouth is a magnet when it comes to dildos and gay sex, couldn't we flip that scenario around and say that yer' homosexuality is a weakness in this match since you are more likely to succumb to the temptation of havin' that shit shoved in yer' mouth?

God damn, boy, you are one dumb .

But you see, this world belongs to me and God.

And no matter how big of a you proudly claim to be, I'll always be a stronger man than you no matter what the circumstances are.

God sent me on a mission to massacre you and I'm willin' to do anything it takes. I'll whip that dildo across the arena like a boomerang and then drop kick it down yer' throat if that's what it takes. It's just a minor obstacle that I don't mind leaping over because God will protect me from yer' sickness. With these gloves that I've dipped in holy water, I can handle you however I need to in order to get the job done. It's like when you gotta put yer' gloves on to dispose of roadkill. Let's say you see that piece of roadkill on the ground. Now, the roadkill ain't gonna hurt you since you are better than it, but it would be wise of you to wear some gloves so you don't catch their diseases. It's the same thing with like Carson.

The way I see it, I want the world to see how pathetic you queers look, bloodied up with a big ol' Texas sized dildo shoved down yer throat. Bring in as many toys or stipulations you need, I'll find a place in yer sad little body to shove it into right before I end ya'.

I don't give a damn about yer' tag title situation because... Oh I don't know...BECAUSE IT'S NOT A FUCKIN TAG MATCH?!

Get a brain, moron!

You got yer' attention in the wrong place, you dumb cock sucker.

Yer' in singles action this week, .

So do ya' think you can get yer' boyfriend, Flynn, and Peter Gilmour off your mind for one week?

They ain't involved and by the looks of it, you won't be gettin' that tag match from me and Peter that yer' so desperate for, even after I am victorious over you. That's right, a win over you don't even spark my interest in competin' for yer' little belts. In fact, holdin' a victory over you and yer' loser boyfriend Bruce will clear up any disbelief people may have in that I can take whatever belts you carry around at any time I please. Since that's the case, I'm not gonna need to challenge you for yer' hardware. Take that shit and shove it up yer' ass.

As for yer' buddy Bruce. Well, it don't surprise me one bit that weeks later he's still got people makin' up excuses for him.

Like it's anyone fault but his own that Bruce chose to be a instead of a responsible adult. Hell, I don't blame him for what he did anyway.

You know why Bruce chose to get all doped up like a piece of shit that night? Cause he couldn't handle the reality of the situation he was in. He knew he was fucked the minute he saw ol' Dim's name across from his so he went on the biggest trip of his pathetic life so that he wouldn't have to be sober when I was kickin' his teeth down his little throat.

I reckon you'll do the same, Carson. In fact, yer' buddy Bruce would probably insist that you did it.

I reckon that a couple of hours before the match you'll start havin' butt sex with yer' buddy Flynn, probably snort a line of crack off his dick, and then hope you wake up in the mornin' with all yer' teeth still in place.

I can't promise you that you'll still have all yer' teeth.

But don't worry cause unlike Bruce, you'll still have yer' little belt to carry around with you even though it should be with me.

And you can make up all the excuses you like. Have yer' buddies find you passed out in yer' motel room naked with a dildo in yer' ass, check yer'self into rehab; the whole nine yards.

Cause it ain't gonna mean a damn thing to me when it's all said and done.

Cause after this week, The Brick Squad is back to bein' yesterday's trash and you boys ain't gonna have nothin' that I want.

Yer' nothin' but a squad of .

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