08-27-2015, 03:51 AM
Tom Griffin is walking across Biscane Bay in South Beach, Florida, with 2 gorgeous ladies on each arm.
Griffin: Well Well Well, My first match, and by extension, Win. *laughs to self* I mean, my competition is really a joke. First up, there's Ghost Tank.
Ladies: Eww
Griffin: I know, he sounds the biggest nerd in existence. What a fucking dipshit name. Apparently, he's a big guy. But in a fat way, not in a Modern Adonis such as me. *Flexes* Well, he doesn't know what he's in for. *Smirks* And then we have Reeve Gordon
Ladies: Creep!
Griffin: Ladies, you couldn't be more right. Reeve has big time issues. But, instead of being a man about, he act like a child, bitches, moans and cries about how unfair life is. You might as well be a woman, because you have no balls. The fact is my tag team has way more balls than yours, and I have a little girl with daddy issues on my side. Fucking Dipshits. Now, excuse me, sluts, I've got REAL women to meet.
One of the Ladies: But you said you'd sleep with us.
Griffin: Sorry, I don't sleep with whores.
Griffin walks off, smirking
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