Quote:NOCMM, what I believe you’re failing to realize is that no one, not a single person here cares what you have to say anymore. You’ve lied to every person here, week after week they’ve watched your ‘client’ have his ass handed to him in dramatic fashion… the saddest thing about it, is I know you’ve only begin to scratch the surface of your stupidity. You’re but a waste of space, I’ve been in the ring with your client and there’s nothing God-like about him… you’re both frauds, and Wednesday night you’ll both be exposed again…

NOCMM: What you just heard were some words. That's all they are at this point when it come to Dylan George. He just stand there and says words. It's so boring. Hey, Dill, maybe you should only open your mouth when you have something to say? No one wants to watch you put emphasis on the word 'client' for no reason. It's just so boring and pointless.

NOCMM pours himself a glass of chicken blood.

NOCMM: What did putting emphasis on the word 'client' even imply there? Do you not believe I represent Hero Xtreme 7.9? That's pretty . If I didn't represent him why would we talk all the time and why would I do promos for him? Like seriously this is why all the old skool fans know your shit because you pad out your shitty promos with bullshit like that. If you don't make good promos the old skool fans will never respect you. Cutting promos is an art and maybe you should fucking treat it like one, Dylan.

NOCMM drinks some chicken blood. He sucks down on the glass like a vegetarian vampire.

NOCMM: Chicken blood is very nutritious. It keeps my brain juiced and my voice clear. It makes my diction perfect. Maybe you should try some and your promos won't be so brain-dead and stupid. You won't feel compelled to say stupid shit like, "I’ve been in the ring with your client and there’s nothing God-like about him", when God, my client, literally shot lightning bolts out of his hands and burned a man with a dead plant.

NOCMM throws the glass onto the ground and it shatters. A shard of glass hits a lazy Mexican man's dog killing it instantly. The spic mourns his dog and then takes a nap instead of trimming the bushes.

NOCMM: I don't know what kind of planet you live on Mr. George, but people on Earth don't shoot lightning bolts out of their hands unless there is something God-like about them. Four-leaf clovers don't burn Irish people unless God is the one pressing it into them. This is normal to you? There's nothing God-like about him? How about the fact that he created your dumb rookie ass?

NOCMM spits on the sleeping spic's stupid Mexican face.

NOCMM: You are right about something, Dylan. God didn't bless us all with functional brains it's obvious he made you a green as shit dumb fuck rookie. Go play with dead bodies . It's the only thing you're good at.

NOCMM leaves the park and takes the dead dog with him as the scene fades to an Xtreme shade of black.

Star of The Month (February 2002)
WXC Tag Team Champion x3 (/w Venom Explosion (2), DJ Death)
UWF X-Treme Champion x5
UWF No Limits Champion x2
UWF Tag Team Champion x1 (/w Shaker Jones)
BBCXR Heavyweight Champion x4
SOW World Champion x2
RXW World Champion x1
RXW X-Division Champion x1
NWPW Rapid Division Champion x 3
WFWD Intercontinental Champion x2
XWL United States Champion x2
XWL European Champion x1
XWL Tag Bowl Winner (/w White Abyss)
BLOOD Bleeding Champion x3

All Time Record: 912-32-4
Hero Xtreme Un Record: 0-3-0

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