Hey Tommy!

You greasy haired, limped dicked bastard! My dudes TK and Thug something or another wanted me to challenge for this bullshit title so here I am. Hope you had fun while it lasted because am about to neuter and spay you like a a stray cat from a New York alley way....

I dont even know if that makes sense but it sounds good. Better than anything that ever came from that cock trap at the front of your face. Literally, anything. I'd rather watch the same Geri Miller promo a hundred times over than listen to you. And trust me....I have. Almost as many times as I have watched Madison Dyson spout off some shit about winning blah blah this and managing blah blah that....but I digress....this about you and whatever the hell this belt called.

*dials Noah, ask what belt is called*

Oh yeah, the No Cunt Cares Anymore Belt because Tommy Wish snagged it from a walking talking Dick. Naturally I should ask who you sucked off but the question answers itself. Peter Gilmour's sentient severed dick.

I Repeat. Peter Gilmour's Severed Sentient Dick. You beat Peter Gilmour's Severed Sentient Dick!

To completion, I can't say, but the fact remains Tommy your a dick beater who likes to slide into gals DM with a brownie pick like thats suppose to garner my attention.

It didn't. It was weird. Please never do it again. Stick with what your best at. Beating Gilmour off....

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Tommy embraces Atara's body onto his, but then he immedaily kickout of her feeble attempt...

Well well well, if it isn't the girl that half the male roster had already fucked in the locker room behind the scenes, looks I may be a greasy long hair bastard, that that doesn't warrant you to call me a limped dick bastard. Last time i checked, Dyson had a better time spraying you out like a silly tramp you be, and I just was wondering why you think it was a great idea to go up against her, knowing damn well she can eat you up like cannibal.

But here's the thing sweet cheeks, i'm not her so I sense that she's going to be paralyzing your words towards me like if it something to be shocked about, and I could even careless about how you want to watch Geri Miller over hearing me speak, but from what JB told me, you anit nothing but a walking tramp who's gonna burn out once your career is over here... and i can't wait to see Atara's Side Up...

Oh what is with you and brining up dicks? first Fuzz's and now's Gilmour's... jesus you kinda make it seem like you are fiening for some dicks upside your pussy, and you need to go elsewhere with that shit, because it isn't going to get you far. But hey what the fuck do I know?

Also, you never seen me slide in your DMs, because it's not like you'd want a creep like me intervening with your climb with the top guys here, I don't want to ruin your little precious image here. I mean, if you wanted me to i'd slide in your DMs....

Then i wouldn't be sending brownie pics, only me questioning how you'd like your toes fucking sucked...

So if i were you Atara, i'd advise you to go back to bed with Fuzz, Centy, and everyone who you be leaving on Read... because you aren't even close enough to get on my level.

Correction. One of the male roster has, and all of the entire roster wants.

Is math hard for you? Let me simplify, on this hand there are five fingers. Open ya damn mouth again and find all five upside your fucking skull. Yeah, I said , not mentally challenged, because that's an insult to those capable of functioning on society.

And hey, If white power Maddy wants to munch this salad, more power to her. Unlike you, the way she works that mouth is something to be desired. I mean, honestly, besides Fuzz who else's tongue can do anything for anyone. Definately not yours. I'd have better luck digging up Edgar Allan and praying for that masterful prose to be applied to that place between my thighs.

Quote the Raven nevermore
Sorry ya mom was whore.
Look at me, a poet and didn't know it,
Tommy is still limp dicked
I dont care about a rhyme
cuzz ya getting your ass kicked.

I'm fucking drunk and still have the wherewithal to put up a solid fight,
you have no hope, that is your plight.
Shut hell up, that belt is mine, have a good night.

100 words or 500 words,
Tommy can't compete, he's getting served
Sit down bitch.

Yeah. Just sit down, because this no challenge now and you've played your only card.

Inertia Kickout...

Hey Atara, i am willing to admit that math wasn't my strongest subject as a grade school student, but you think your soft as butter hands smack my skull in? Man, that is just a fucking joke for me to even believe in a an AFTERTHOUGHT. So i'm not capable to function in society? Well guess what, you and the rest of the society can get sick by the Coronavirus, and die off into netherealm shit. Atara, you have the nerve be so explicit, i'm not surprised some COPPA parent isn't tracking you down, and straight up demonetizing your meek and moot words.

Oh so now you want to go that rhyme route shit with me...

Okay Atara, you can qoute the Raven Nevermore
But that Raven doesn't fly in the nest of deceit
You anit nothing more than a skeeza tease
I'm not shocked Jimbo or Drez tried to buck ya
You have this fascination being dicked down
I can't blame ya for having little to no daddy issues
Even ya mama wanted you off this earth
When ya fuck him over on sum incest shit
So Atara you can call me a limped dick bastard
but you don't know what you missin
All you gettin is some plate of dissin
wit a side of mentos to keep your breath clean

For all the guys you manage to play games
with I anit the one to fall for your games trick
You anit walking out with this belt
because you know your heart isn't in it
So don't lie to yourself and get to steepin
Bitch

You're a fucking idiot.

Let me seal this like the Cask of Amontillado,
Brick by brick your fate is sealed
I can taste the gold like a title belt aficionado.
Much like the Fall of the House of Usher
Your fear is clear and there is no bravado present or future
Enough that you could muster.
I am the red death of your Championship masquerade
You will find no help, friend, or aid.

Mine is the eye of your Tell-Tale heart
But it can't be shut, you wouldn't know where to start
If any of this escapes you, I wouldn't be surprised.
Your whole argument as been been aimed between my thighs.
You say you're different and you can't be tricked,
But I wont be the one getting judgements dick.

Be it rhetoric, poetry, no matter the prose,
I'm taking this belt from under your nose
Want me to continue, I hardly think not.

Because I am the champion, and you are the thot.

Tommy then forces her on top of him, and has the ref count to three.

"At this point, i'll let you have this title..... sorry Vincent."

Tommy takes the belt off his waist, and sprays a red X onto the title plate and dumps it on the floor.

"I'm too useless to hold this title.... i'm also too useless be in the mere presence of you... so congratulations."

Tommy walks off with a devilish smile...

K. Yay me I guess...

Winner - Atara Themis

Winer? I'm starting to think you don't like me Vinnie

Shaddup.