Billy kicks out of the pin caused by Kingsley's limp wristed punch.

"What the hell is this, some mosquito still buzzing around? I heard of the Pest in the XWF, but this ain't what was advertised. A whiny motherfucker who blows himself out of proportion, you would have done the world better as a wire hangar abortion, but step up with your tray kid, I will cook you up a portion. You're outmatched, outclassed, outdone, and out maneuvered, going from suck to blow like a switch on a Hoover, still insisting your belong like a pesky younger brother, little child in a diaper, why don't you go and call your mother."

Billy takes a stroller that the magnet pulled and hits Kingsley with it.

"What's the matter, nobody brought your ba-ba? You miss your pacifier and your crib, dude, and the consternation of your bullshit dissertation can't beat my adlib, dude. Your words are weak and it's turning into gibberish, go give the goo-goo ga-ga to some stanky skanky chlamydia giver bitch. Your style is so shit that it can only impress yourself, so chin up, have your pride, not everybody can win, sir, and you tell yourself you're a winner, sir, but that shit's as empty as the tit you suck for dinner."

Billy slams Zane into the stroller and puts a bonnet on him as he cries.

"If you're butt hurt now, you better grab some tissues, it's high time we explored your little mommy issues. Was she too busy with a pipe, a dick, a bottle to give your attention? You strut yourself out to get your ass kicked in some Federweight contention, maybe that'll make your mommy step forth and give you a mention, but she's locked up for being a crack whore, call your lawyer on retention. Your mom, sir, is a filthy piece of shit, sir, who gave herpes to syphilis, sir, gave syphilis to AIDS, sir, and she ain't give AIDS the time of day since he didn't call her back after that exciting blowjob out behind the dumpster, sir. I would have that bitch turning tricks for hard candy if it wouldn't hurt my pimp game. Why'm I talking 'bout your momma? Garbage in, garbage out, you're the same."

Billy lets kicks off of the magnet and does a springboard moonsault onto Zane.

"Little bitch boy running errands for two, I'll have you running for one. Handjobs $50 a piece, Zane, I get $25, don't lick your hands clean.