[It shows up a grainy footage of Lilly Phillips (known for fuckin 100 men), in side a hotel room, with two men and one woman who are naked and donning paper cut outs of Roger, Marisol, and Razor’s faces on them. As the shoot was all scrambling and statically, we hear Tommy’s voice over the footage.]
T: Let me be honest, im shocked that they would want me to be back on with her. That her, is the Anarchy Championship. That same hoe who’s gettin fucked by Mike Grave’s is holding captive, who knows he might be the one who’s runnin Anarchy’s OnlySlams account. I mean, I anit gonna lie, I did subscribed to her page two years ago, she had that content I needed to get me by. She was on par with Roxy’s tits or even Dyson’s own mouth of hers; but at after that point I fell out of her page, once I saw how much it costed. You want to know how much it costed? Take a guess…
[Then we see “Anarchy” Lily laid on the bed, while fake Razor was doing his taunt as he went limp. Fake Marisol ended up eating her muffin, as fake Rodger kept on talking nonsense as T’s voices come back on the scene.]
T: …it costed more than what I had to deal with. I had to let her go, I had to unfollow her page, and move on from it. I had to move on from those wild times I let loose on my waist every now and again, but now, here I am getting a chance to get myself acclimated to her embrace. My mind is telling me no, but my body is telling me yes to her advances. I told myself to not fall for her charm, her style, her sense of rebellion. It’s like the title has awaken my dormant self of being all Anarchy, and being X-Treme on a show that runs every other two weeks. When I got In contact with JB’s cousin, she told me to jump into the PPV.
I took that a chance to show my mug on the screen again, I know everyone would rather see me out of the scene. To them, they all can go suck a dick until they lips fall off the grill, I guess I'm really feeling myself as I watch this scene of sex being shown, I know this promo might get me banned. But, who says that a thug like me is afraid of pushing boundaries?
[Then back on the scramble scene, we see fake Marisol still eating her out, but fake Razor push her off her onto the floor. Then T comes onto the scene, as he beats the three with the Kendo Stick, then we see the pornstar standing beside him, as he speaks to the camera.]
T: Let me tell you people at home, as I stand beside the personification of the Anarchy title, she and I might not get back on track. I don’t have sex appeal of Marisol, the confidence of rip off American Nightmare’s very own Razor Blade, and even down to what Ben Stein would been if he was a wrestler in the name of Roger. You see, those three people might have a chance with this hot piece of ass like the Anarchy title, they each have something to gain out of this cunt form what it stands for.
Look at Razor, all I seen from him was a copyright away from getting his whole stick token out before it has it legs, yes that man is bonafide legend in his own mind. All I see is a man who needs a really good ass kickin, so good that his neck tat is gonna be removed by my kendo stick before he could even hit the Razor kick from the corner. Razor, you know full well that you and your one time partner couldn’t get the job done to get the tag belt, so what makes you think for a second you get a contendership for this hot piece of ass like the Anarchy title? You need to fall back, and know where your own place is at in the Anarchy pecking order, or get burned in the process.
Roger, all I can say is all you are just walking billboard of what weekend at Bernie’s is like, the only thing is that you aren’t dead yet. I might make it happen, and you can walk among the dead as you speak on and on on nonsense, and that alone is what I hate about you. Not only I want to shut that mouth of your, I want you to remain in the obscurity realm as you do your stand up routine that even Chris Rock wouldn’t fuck with, you anit no Gary Owens unless you are down in the Apollo, but you’d be boo’ed out the building. What im sayin is, you borin speeches is what gonna kill ya by me.
Then Marisol, I don’t know shit about that girl, but all I know is that she better be ready for what I can do someone like her. Equal rights = Equal fists to all, don’t let my rusty nature be your way of getting one on me, I still can beat you and the other two men in this match. So better on your shit, cuz you gonna die by my hands in Canada.
Fuck, maybe I might win this shit…might not… but all I will say is this, no matter what happens in that match, ill be forever hers to be on my waist. She may be on Graves waist, but after that night is done, she’s gonna end up back to me. Back to a wild Whyte trash man who’s on his twilight phase of my meager career. Shit, what mo can I say…
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