You dumbass, you think you actually won? You think you can beat the "bullies" when they have proven time and time again that people like you are merely litter on the streets? I warned you not to make me laugh, and you know what I did when I heard your final thoughts? I laughed like there was no tomorrow. You know why? Because there won't be a tomorrow for you. No, in fact, You'll have to wait four months before tomorrow ever comes for your disrespectful ass. You know why four months? With every punch I give you, that's about five days removed from your lifespan. So, if I were to give you about, let's say, a good twenty something punches, you'll be out of my hair long enough for me to have an appointment with the Doctor. I'm sure yours will have quite a bit of questions when they see the baseball sized bruises all over your face. The best part is that I can stop whenever I want to in that cage. I can beat you until you turn as blue as the ocean and no one, not even Quinn, will stop the beat down I'll give you.

Since you seem to be dead set on revenge, I picked out a song that fits your nonsense. Maybe these lyrics will make more sense to you than they did for me.


Since you hardly put in any effort with smack talking me, I feel I might as well do the same for you.

Now where the fuck is that damn playback button again?

Trenchcoat Said:""You know what Ruben I've had about enough of you and the so called bullies. I got absolutely taken out on Monday Night Madness by the gutless Tommy Gunn by shooting me with fake bullets. I won't lie, I almost had Pest tapping out. I almost had the win had it not been for Tommy."

You did not, you weren't even close to 'having' Pest. You won't come close to 'having' anyone. Box Office Bust would've rushed in and saved him from tapping out. That, or he could have escaped and defeated you that way. It doesn't matter if you were shot. Well, yes, it does, but he shot you with a fake bullet. The fact that you're still alive means that you have no right to complain, you big baby. You know, maybe there's a reason why you're 'bullied' by the people that are better and higher up on the card. You want to know that reason? You're nothing more than a stepping stool everyone else uses to better their careers. And you think you're stepping on everyone else? The only thing you're stepping on are dust bunnies, because you're too afraid to step on bugs.

Manchild Said:"But I am livid enough to come out to the cage, and place every single fiber of your being inside those four walls. You and everyone else have pushed me too far."

Do you listen to yourself? Because I heard nothing but gibberish come out of your mouth just there. Maybe, just maybe, if you practice just what you're going to say, like I did before recording this, I would be able to understand just what the fuck you said just now.

Crybaby Said:"I KNOW I have a great shot against you in any sort of match. This time I am more prepared and more determined to take you on, and to take you out."

Oh you know this, do you? You also know that it's prison rules once you step inside that cage? Anything goes when I'm in there. I can rake your face across the cage, I can make sure your children don't make it to the living world, and I can pretty much do the worst I possibly can in a caged ring. You should also know that you're in a lot of trouble, Trenchcoat. While the staff were there waiting to pull me off of you once the match was over, no one is going to be able to do so when the cage is lowered. You wanted this, remember that.

Old Man Said:"I don't think age matters one bit. Age is just a number to me."

You're right, age is a number. You want to know what else it is? The age most people have the common sense to retire. Since you have no common sense, you'll keep going until you have a heart attack in the ring. The only thing I'll have to say to you then? "I told you so."

Hall Monitor Said:"You're not going to shut me up, I'm going to shut you up, and you can laugh all you want, but the moral of the story I've had enough of bullies like yourself."

{Sudden and uncontrolled laughter can be heard from the convict. This goes on for a little while until the laughter suddenly stops.}

What a childish retort. I don't feel like gracing that sentence with any other kind of response because...well why should I? There's very little consequence if I just skip it.

You know what, fuck it, the rest of this promo is full of nothing more than bullshit. As you said for yourself, actions speak louder than words. So,on Wednesday, I'll let my fists speak for themselves. In fact, they're screaming bloody murder on your part.

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