Hey look Percy is here! For a second there I thought you just left your boy to die after he got embarrassed in the gauntlet by the dude he beat for this title but you got some conviction. Though in reality you would've been better off just telling Billy to #lookattheflowers and then putting him out of his misery but you aren't the brightest bulb in the box so it's no surprise you didn't. I figure you doubt you could even pull in another client.

Enough about that though, since Percy's trying to play every fuccboi's favorite game.

"I can't really come back to anything you said so I'm going to act like I've never heard of you."

So fine, I'll bite. I'm everything you want to be you walking blaxploitation caricature. I'm the man with the successful clients, unlike you. I'm the man who people recognize on the street, unlike you. I'm the man who actually gets people to listen, unlike you.

In short, I'm the opposite of you.

But please, keep on spitting weak rhymes about shit that doesn't matter, like me not having a roster page on the XWF website despite me being a fucking manager but wait shit, didn't that fuccboi from Detroit beat the other mute around these parts? Last I checked, he didn't have one either so I guess that little myth you half-assedly tried to get going about needing a roster page on the site beat mofos is #busted.

Just like everything out of your fuccboi mouth though ain't it? You can't make a decent point to save your life so you're just floundering throwing everything you got at the wall. Too bad all of it's bouncing right off and socking you in the mouth.

Also, stop rapping. You're shit at it. You sound like a fourteen year old trying to be clever, just throwing in a bunch of rhyming words with no sense of coherence.

Rat. Bat. Cat. Hat.

Badaboom bitch boy, I just ended your whole career and I'm not even a rapper. And I'm going to take your boy's title and I'm not even a rapper. I'm just a manager/agent/social media GOD man, and I'm laying you and your finest to rest.

Every time I inhale, you ought to brace yourself because unlike you, I'm spitting that hot fire all day, every day.

Once again, I ask, who the fuck did Billy Paladin ever beat?

That's right, the answer is absolutely #nobody.

Better manager right here.

Better fighter right here and I don't even get paid for that.

#BodiedbyZane and you best believe that fuccboi.

Zane gets up, dusts himself off, wraps his Jesus piece around his fist and decks Billy once more with that #OaklandSpecial before hitting up that pinfall again.