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Mr. Oz · (10-11-2016)

Ghost Tank pulls his wife's head off his dick, with the cum coating the mouth, and he soon closes it,

"You have to swallow, baby."

Soon white begins to spill from the hole in her neck, where her esophagus would be, and it dropped down onto the ground to join the streaks of white on the ground.

He then looks straight to the camera

"Looks like someone is maaaad..."

He grins and begins to sway, placing her down, before continuing his swaying,

"Looks like someone is maaaad! And it's not just me! It's McBitch, McBridle, McBoringasfuck.

McBride, you are pathetic. You can't even think of anything to say, can you? You're pissed because I take your words, warp them, and then sic them upon you like hellhounds in the night. You brought up Maverick, child. However, you didn't think I'd do my research into him, or rather, her, now.

You didn't think I'd not look into you and your title reigns. You think I'm ripping you off by calling you the King of Jokes? Well, it fits, doesn't it? Your life is a joke. You blow things up, but you look like a fucking

doing so. You use explosions to make you feel like a man. It makes you feel powerful. I bet it makes you hard, doesn't it? Makes you rock hard. So hard that your dick could be used to make a sword and it'd be able to cut even through the thickest building.

Too bad your dick is as big as a baby penis.

You call me a loser, yet I've won more than you have, haven't I? I've protected my title, save for a bitch denting it.

You think that with me crazed, I'd be easier to beat?"

He laughed out loudly before moving towards the background quickly. He'd examine each body on the ground. He'd find a thick lookin' black woman that had been a maid. He picked her up and moved over the rock.

"I remind you of Sloth, hm? That's cute. Yeah... that's cute. Do you know how I hear you? Like that Burn Notice episode in the beginning, probably the very first, where he meets with that one Irish chick, and she has probably the worst Irish accent I've ever heard.

That's what you remind me of. A fucking Hollywood bitch that can't do a fucking Irish accent to save her life.

I mean, it fits, doesn't it? Fake ass cunt trying to be something other than a wannabe. You're not worth my time, but I have to spend it being in the ring with you. I have to break you apart."

He placed the woman down, to rest against the rock before moving away, and grabbed Fuzen's head

"Daddy's enemy wants to hurt daddy, and not just for fun. Oh no. He wants to take my title away. he wants to demolish ALL THAT I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED! I don't think he understands how deranged and powerful your daddy is, sweetie. What do we do with people that come after Daddy?"

He moved her little jaw up and down

"You're right! Daddy WILL FUCKING DESTROY HIM! I'm going to kill him. I'm going to maim him and fucking wreck everything about him. I'm going to put him down like a rabid dog. Much like I had to put down your puppy. She kept biting me. Do you know how annoying that was? Biting me as I tore your head from your body, broke apart your spine until only your brain was left."

He tilted his head slowly as he spoke before looking up to the camera once more

"McBride... you can continue to say shit, rehashing everything you've been saying for the past promos, but, you aren't doing shit. You won't be able to say anything else.

Everything you say can and will be used in a court of Ghost Tank. You have the right to not be a fucking

. Oh, you're already using that right? Well, by all means, continue to be a gay fucking

.

You won't defend my belt, because IT IS MY BELT!"

He began to rock back and forth,

"MY BELT! MY BELT! MY BELT! MY BELT!"

He slowed to a stop

"I've not tarnished the belt, because I am doing better than you have ever done with a belt around your waist. If you get the title from me, much like Trump, you'll run the prestige of the Hart title straight into the ground! You're a mess of a human being! YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF SUNLIGHT! YOU FUCKING CAVE DWELLING PIECE OF SHIT!"

He snapped at the air like a dog, though looking off to the side

"YEAH! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! THIS IS MY HOME! NOT YOURS!"

Howling sounded out in the distance

"Yeah, go fuck yourselves! This is mine! I AM THE ALPHA, BITCH! DON'T MAKE ME FUCK YOU AND MAKE YOU INTO A FUCKTOY!"

The howling stopped and he looked into the camera once more

"McBride, this match is not going to be easy for you. You always talk about how fast you're going to win, and that's pretty much it. How dare you entertain the notion that YOU WILL BE BETTER SUITED FOR THE TASK OF CHAMPION!

You are the worst possible candidate to face me! I would rather fight Hillary Clinton. At least she would give me a fucking challenge unlike you! At least she'd have fought to actually be number one contender! YOU ARE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE TITLE PICTURE IN THIS COMPANY!

SLOBS AND LOW CARDERS TRYING TO BE MAIN EVENT STATUS BUT FAIL MISERABLY WHEN THEY ARE GIVEN TITLE SHOTS!

You are shit! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! You are the biggest piece of garbage in this heap, and you don't deserve this shot!"

He walked back to put down his daughter's head back to the dog's then walked back.

"McBride, come see me, when you come to realize how pitiful you are. When you realize that you are in low card hell. You need someone to help you elevate you.

NAHHH, I'm fucking with you. I WOULDN'T HELP A FUCKING BITCH LIKE YOU! HAHAHAHA! YOU ARE NOT WORTH TWO FUCKS! YOU ARE WORTH EXACTLY ZERO FUCKS! You are spineless, you are weak willed, you are pathetic.

This is what you want me to do:

McFagsalot Said:maybe you'll do us all a favor and kill yourself because you'll never beat me

See there? That proves your fucking weakness. How fucking much of a pussy you truly are. You want me to kill myself, so that you get my title.

I know I'm crazy, but that...

That right there?

That's just

crazy.

That's the thinking of someone who can't stand toe to toe against his opponent, so he decides he's gotta try and put into his enemy's mind that his enemy is worthless. That he is inadequate. That he is unfit to fight, so why not kill himself?

That's your thought process. To a T. You can't fight me, so you try mind games.

Bad news, Mikey, you can't play mind games with a crazed mind! A MIND THAT THINKS ABOUT FIFTY MILLION WAYS TO KILL PEOPLE WITH JUST A FUCKING SPORK!

They're nifty utensils, you see. They have the advantage of STABBING you in the face, then scoop out some flesh with it.

Then there's a couple of ways I could kill someone with a rubber duck. A dildo, a toy train, a bottle of paprika, olives, dice, ice cream, those acne pads, a tennis ball, a golf ball, my pink, my left foot, my pinky toe, my big toe, a fingernail, bubble wrap, fluffy horse dolls, an action figure, Mr. Potato Head, Mrs. Potato Head, a Lite Brite. a hot wheel, a nail clipper without the file attachment, a nail clipper with the nail file attachment, duct tape, a straw, a Subway toy set where you get to build toy sandwiches, an empty bottle pill bottle, paper bowl, paper plate, a sheet of paper, a box of Peeps, a neck massager...

These are the things I think of when I want to kill somebody. I think of so many things to try and kill people. To maim them. So yeah, keep trying the mind game bit. It only makes my dick hard. Makes me think of how small you truly are, how weak and pathetic and how inferior you are.

YOU NEVER TRY MIND GAMES ON A CRAZY PERSON! I WILL TEAR YOU APART AND EAT YOUR DICK WHOLE WITH JUST A BIT OF A1 STEAK SAUCE! I WILL EAT YOUR TESTICLES LIKE OLIVES! I WILL TEAR YOUR RECTUM OUT AND WHACK YOU IN THE FUCKING FACE WITH YOUR OWN PROLAPSED FUCKING ANUS!

YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH ME, YOU STUPID IRISH CUNT! I WILL EAT YOUR FACE, LET MY BODY DIGEST IT, THEN SHIT IT OUT AND SLAP YOUR SHITTY FACE BACK ON!

It would improve your looks BY A THOUSAND PERCENT!

So, McBride.

With new words, without repeating yourself.

Tell me why you think you're going to win against me? Or are you completely incapable of new words and rely on the same old fucking shit?

I'm going to make your stupid ass scream so loudly, that Dim will think of his mommy and start beating off because he's nothing more than trailer park trash. You two are a great team. The Irish garbage, full of alcohol and blasting caps. The American garbage, full of inbreeding and

, and alcohol."

He looked to the side,

"HEY! YOU! GET OUTTA HERE WITH MY EYE HOLES! I AM GOING TO BE FUCKING THEM! YEAH! I AM! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT!?"

He looked forward

"Hey, McBride, I gotta go, some asshole is trying to take the heads of everyone around me. All of the eye holes I can fuck. Just go UHN UHN UHN UHN! RIGHT THERE! FUCK YOU RIGHT IN THE EYE HOLE!

I can't wait to see some originality from you, McBride. Because you'll need it to face me. Unless you don't mind being a victim of my glorious domination!"

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