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Kaos Mckee · **03-19-2016, 06:06 AM**

We are in Las Vegas,Nevada for Shove It Weekend. The ring crew are getting everything ready. Kaos Mckee is not in the arena. He is sitting at the craps table in Caesar's Palace casino with a glass of vodka in his hand.
The other gamblers quietened down when the saw that he wanted to speak.

"In a few hours, I will enter the ring with Drezdin. I will entr the ring with Drezdin, I will destroy Drezdin in the ring and I will end the career of Drezdin in the ring." He drinks from his glass and calls to a waiter "bring a bottle of vodka. Then in five minutes you're gonna bring another one. Every three minutes after that you're gonna keep bringing another one until my face looks like a stroke victom's."

He laughs at his own joke,not giving a damn what the other gamblers made of his joke. He could kick their asses anyway.

"Not only will I end his career, I am going to make him regret that he ever laced up a pair of boots. I am going to make his wife rue the day that she agreed to marry the

who moonlights as a male prostitute taking it up the shitter from a 6ft, muscled up black man freshly out of prison. His son will be ashamed of his father when i'm finished. His father will write him out of his will and his mother will resort to getting fingered in a back alley by a jew named Legowits."

At this, security rushed over to Mckee and ordered him to leave the casino. He climbed into his Ford Mustang and decided to head over to the arena before he missed his match. He had won over $10,000 at the craps table,but then again-he did have the luck of the Irish.

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