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Maverick · **02-20-2015, 10:21 PM**

"Ohhh shit, have we got ourselves an epidemic. Not one match for all competitors here, but two matches. Their own personal one- on- one match, then to wrap things up, a five- on- five tag team match to wrap things up."

"My personal one- on- one match is against the Goat Face Killa, who will be my primary focus for today. As for the other four, however, they'll still be getting their turns."

"So, Mister... Phlin? I heard in one of your promos your last name was Phlin, though I could be wrong. I'm still calling you Phlin though.

"Soooo, you go on to recite your favorite poems in your promo, but yet your reciting some crappy generic Google poem. I might as well call you out on plagiarism, you fucking scrub. Now, I can just hear what your going to say. 'But Maverick, I never said these are poems I wrote, blah blah, blah.' Well guess what? You never said these were just quoted poems either. And besides, even if you did just quote that poem, you didn't say what the source author was, therefore committing plagiarism, you fucking leech."

"Those poems you wrote on Gilmour and I? Pffft, please. You pretty much just took what everyone has said about us before, and just mashed it into two big poems. Wow. Way to be original. And putting it in poem form isn't making you original nor creative at all. In fact, your pretty much just moving backwards you goat fucking

! Also, it's not like you were even right as well! Lookie here, this piece of evidence will knock down two of your claims."

Quote:John Madison: "Bah, fine! But if you ever need some advice, you can come to me and Peter. Now, without further adieu, it's time to answer the question on everyone's mind right now. 'Who is the X-Treme Champion?' Well the answer to that question weighed heavily on the outcome of the match up that we just saw. Maverick, welcome to the XWF, buddy. You've made an impact faster than anyone else I've seen around here (besides Peter of course), and so I'm rewarding you with this."

John picks up a bag, unzips it, and shows Maverick what's inside...

It's the X-TREME TITLE!

John Madison: "That's right! Ladies and gentlemen, your new X-Treme Champion is none other than MAVERICK!"

John throws down the bag and begins to celebrate on the stage as Maverick nods his head in approval from the middle of the ring. John's attention has been taken off of the X-Treme Title completely as it remains inside of the gym bag behind him.

Wait a minute...

Who's that coming up behind John?

Oh my God, it's X-PAC!

What the fuck is Sean Waltman doing here?

X-Pac is carrying a Wendy's cup. John doesn't see Pac behind him.

X-Pac shows us the inside of the Wendy's cup. It's filled all the way to the top with SHIT!

Maverick is yelling at John to turn around as X-Pac holds the cup of feces over the gym back that contains the X-Treme Title.

But instead John is walking towards the ring to congratulate Maverick. Maverick runs out of the ring and tries to run past John, but John grabs him and hugs him.

John Madison: "Good job, buddy! You're gonna go far!"

X-Pac laughs at Maverick as he POURS THE CUP FULL OF SHIT INTO THE BAG THAT CONTAINS MAVERICK'S X-TREME TITLE! This is happening while John Madison's back is turned.

But Maverick is finally able to break free from John's bro hug, and runs past him.

X-Pac runs away as Maverick chases him off. Maverick is left with the bag that contains his shit covered X-Treme Title.

"See that? In there, you see X-Pac pouring his shit onto the title, and that not ONLY did I have to pin the X-treme Champion like all others before and after me, but I also had to technically compete in a match for it. Granted, I didn't have much in the way of competition, but you see where I'm getting at, no?"

"Also, can't help but notice that in the world of animals, you're backing the wrong horse. Everyone knows goats are fucking gay, hell, you even implied your goats are gay by saying that you'll have your goat, Boer, bullfrog Scully right in his anus, and if Scully wimps out of your challenge, then you'll have all of your goats rape him in an alley. Sounds quite gay, yeah? Besides, everyone knows sheep are where it's at. They give you comfy wool, and slaughtering lambs can give you Lamb Chops!"

"Mmmmm... lamb chops..."

"Oh, right. Also, Gay Goat Guy, have to ask, does your mother smell of Elderberries? Sorry, just had to ask. Really been bugging me for a long while. Another thing bugging me, your beard, does it have goat cum in it? Because, I mean, it'd make perfect sense, you being obsessed with goats and me already proving your goats are gay."

"Oh, one last thing. The final nail in the coffin of proving why goats suck, I actually Googled what goats mean in other languages. Check it:"

"Russian: mean, annoying,
Turkish: stubborn,
French: incompetent,
Spanish: wife unfaithful; subjugated by his wife,
Greek: ugly woman,
Catalan: crazy,
Catalan: [buck] someone who's wife isn't faithful, nasty man,
Catalan: [nanny] nasty woman,
German: [nanny] nasty/spiteful/totalitarian/balky female,
Russian: [nanny] annoying (old) (ugly) female,
Portugese: [nanny] nasty/immoral female."

"Credit goes to Word Reference for that. Anywho, moving on..."

"Caroline O'Hara Burchill. The self- proclaimed 'Queen' of the XWF. Load of bullshit, in my opinion, since we already have D'ville as the 'King' of the XWF, but that isn't the point here. What is the point is how I'm surprised how remarkably quiet you've been. Usually, we find that you just can't want to open your cum- filled mouth and just spew whatever bullshit you have in store for us. Now, I know what your going to say. 'But Maverick, you actually copied my trash talk style for the Rumble!' That, I will concede, is true. However, I only said that because I was in a hurry to investigate the inside of Dotty's house. Hence, the horrible trash talk."

"Trent Gein."

"..."

"Zzzzzzzz...."

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....."

"Oh, sorry! I forgot I was in a promo, and I fell asleep just by mentioning this guy's name. Next!"

"LH Harrison. Ah, now we're starting to get into some semi- decent names. What to say, what to say..."

"Oh! Pretty much, you're what everyone thinks of me in the shit department, minus the title shitting. I mean, you have a damn scat fetish. Just... ew. Like, really? I'm all for freedom of what you like and enjoy, but... how can someone enjoy that?"

"What else we got here... You seem to be like a poorly written fan fiction character. I mean, you have the tragic backstory- Morbid Angel killed your wife, and your daughters- which actually happened when we were on the same team, heading into War Games! People seem to be magically attracted to you, for some odd reason. I mean, you just talk to some chicks, and already they get a bit hot under the collar. Now, sure, it could just be that, you're, well, LH Harrison, but what has LH Harrison really done? Except for getting killed by Peter Gilmour and rising from the ashes thanks to Louis D'Ville, nothing really. They just seem to gravitate towards you for no reason, since you're a fucking good- for- nothing lazy, arrogant scrub, who has some sick scat fetish, but hasn't done anything important."

"And now, for the final stop on this journey. Hello, Vincent. We meet again."

"Well, I could state the obvious and just say you have a massive pussy, which is true, as you constantly kept ducking Frodo, and when you finally faced him on MY Shove- It, you were about to lose. But then, you were saved...! By Real Soviet fucking Damage, a wheelchair- bound former wrestler. You needed the help of that twat to beat Frodo. Really?"

"I could go with another obvious route, and call you a disgusting perv, which can also be supported by the fact you own a goddamn strip club, and the fact that you have performed vulgar acts to a slutty woman in front of a fucking CHILD, and then said child mimicked you in doing said vulgar acts to said slutty woman! Don't you remember, Vincent?"

Quote:Walking into the living room from the kitchen area, Roxy Cotton hands Bobby a plate with two steaming Hot Pockets on it. She then turns to Loverboy and hands him one as well.

“Thanks baby! You’re the best!”

Loverboy smiles and slaps Roxy across her ass, making it jiggle rhythmically. Roxy blushes and turns to walk away.

“Yeah, thanks New Mom!”

Bobby swats at Roxy’s ass as well, making it move a little. Loverboy bursts out laughing but tries to cover his mouth so as not to show it as Roxy turns back around, bright red with anger in the face.

"Must I even say anything for that?"

"So, in short, we have a delusional bitch who thinks she's a queen but has been tremendously silent, a gay man who seems to like goats, which are gay, a snoozefest of a man, some poorly written an fiction character who has a weird scat fetish, and a gaping vagina who just happens to be a sexist slob. Dear God, help me."

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