The Hart Championship and the standing as the Warfare MVP.

Come up with better for fucks sake.

KIERAN OVERTON COULDN'T EARN RENT SUCKING DICK

So, the meaning of the Warfare MVP. I held that distinction, and still do, because the Hart Championship meant diddly shit. Now it means something again, because it's also the Warfare MVP.

Sorry you didn't pay attention, Kieran. I set a fucking record for how fast I won the Hart Championship. Within a single minute I Bobbybombed someone so hard they went through the fucking ring.

What are you known for again?

I beat the Wizard, Charlie Nickles, and people buy tickets to see them.

They paid a lot of money to see me.

Bobby gives pause, the price of a ticket to see a wrestling show still a distinct memory from when he was a fan himself.

I better give them their fucking money's worth today.

For starters, there's Greggo.

Greggo, congrats. Go play the Oregon Trail as a banker and win, go play as the farmer and struggle, go play as yourself and enjoy all the drugs you want.

Not that you can handle.

When you face me, you took on too big of a buzz and are overdosing.

You don't fail, overdose, and die, you fail, get Bobbybombed, and are pretty much fucking dead.

Greggo is going to move on tomorrow spouting some horseshit.

Kieran will too.

Neither are poised to take my championship.

Frankly, I'm let down by the challenge given to me.

I was told if B.O.B. interfered I'd lose my belt.

Well, fuck, if B.O.B. interferes, I deserve to.

What a pair of fucking dorks.

See, here is this will go down.

Greggo is going to go on to have matches doing drugs and telling people how he associated with a Universal Champion while losing to the Hart Champion.

Kieran knows he's worth the shit between my toes when he doesn't even challenge for the Universal Championship at High Stakes.

Your claim to fucking fame being the guy who lost to me before losing to someone else.

Kieran Overton couldn't earn rent sucking dick.