(03-19-2016, 04:28 PM)NorthKoreanWarCriminal Said: KICKOUT! NKWC can’t help but giggle while hanging out with his teddy bear companion.

"Haha... Just dawned on me: you're from Hell AND a batch of brownie mix? Are you just spewing gibberish or were created by a batch of Hell brownies?"

"Are Americans so fat even their eternal torment comes with complimentary high-carb desserts?"

"Fat garbage unemployed Americans. You’re right. You don't force your children into sweatshops, you just let them live their dreams and fall into fake careers as street performers and food bloggers."

"And they slowly run out their parent’s money, starving on the streets pursuing their 'dreams' spawned by mental illness and children's television. En masse, they drain the government’s resources, which then causes the government to invade other countries to seize short-term wealth. More leech do-nothing Americans are born and the cycle of dream-generated destruction perpetuates into infinity."

“And yet Korea is the problem.”

"How do you make sense of that? The DPNK’s the hellhole but America's the country where the people who dress in fur suits with dick holes DON'T get shot on sight? That’s your claim... and you're calling me backwards?"

"Wait a second... Where’s 'here'? For someone ‘from Hell’, you sure are defensive of America?"

"WHICH IS IT, JERKBEAST?!? A brownie mix from Hell or a Brownie Mix from KENYA!?!?"

"I can't believe this is the third opponent in a row with questionable origin, but I need to see this stuffed animal's birth certificate."

"Doesn't the Build-A-Bear Factory give one to your owner? Was your tiny plush heart inserted in MEXICO?!?"

"Honestly, Jerkbeast? I love you, tiny dwarf comrade, but you're done."

"You're done. And everyone knows it."

"This belt has a little mercy rule implemented... When a fight is just so apparently one-sided that the contest becomes less of a competition and more of a televised mugging?"

"Girard steps in and calls it. Count to 3. And then tries to avert eye contact as the loser that got massacred quietly scoops himself off the floor and reconsiders his life choices.”

"And one back-n-forth in?"

"The bell rang. Girard, the same guy who let Robbie Bourbon leak ten gallons of a blood-drool-glue hybrid as I just wailed on his defenseless face for almost 24 hours. Called it off in the interest of not ending your career."

"See? That's the problem. Security's trying to escort off the mic. And you've handcuffed yourself to the podium."

Quote: I WASN'T FUCKIN' DONE!

"Yeah, you were, Jerkbeast."

"You were done the moment you took your lame-ass 'swearing-makes-me-tough' and 'random-words-make-me-funny' act."

"And ran it against the most dominant NORTHKOREANWARCRIMINALWEIGHT CHAMPION of all-time.”

“Don’t want to get mistaken for a children’s toy? Don’t get played in 30 seconds.”

“Want me to stop laughing? Stop being a joke.”

“Now pack up your Polly Pocket suitcase, move back into Barbie’s Dreamhouse.”

"And get the fuck out."

NKWC stuffs his stuffed bear friend into a packing crate and ships him back to the Toys ‘R Us he came from.

Jerkbeast busts through the crate and nearly kicks NKWC's head off. He then grabs him by the neck and goes to the fourth deck of the warehouse they broke into. Jerkbeast chokeslams NKWC off it through multiple stacked crates full of porcelain and glassware, leaving NKWC even bloodier than before.

BITCH, HOW IS THAT HELL? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HELL IS DO YA? THAT DEAD-ASS COMMIE BASTARD KIM IL SUNG BANNED RELIGION! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT HELL!

AND YES, KOREA IS THE PROBLEM! ON TOP OF ALL THAT BULLSHIT, WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR SHITTY LEADER'S CONSTANT HISSY FITS! LET ME REPHRASE THAT; YOUR ENTIRE COUNTRY'S HISSY FITS! YOU'VE HELD A GRUDGE FOR NEARLY 80 YEARS WHEN WE HAVEN'T DONE JACK SHIT TO YOU OUTSIDE OF THE KOREAN WAR! AND WE DIDN'T EVEN START THAT!

I'M BORN OUT OF A BOWL OF BROWNIE MIX, BUT I GREW UP IN HELL! GET IT THROUGH YOUR FUCKIN' THICK SKULL! I'VE KILLED SO MANY PEOPLE THAT I WENT TO HELL WHILE STILL ALIVE! I'VE SEEN DEMONS AND PEOPLE GETTING FUCKIN' TORTURED! YOU THINK I'M FUCKIN' AFRAID OF A COMMIE BASTARD WHO HAS RIBS I CAN SEE THROUGH HIS FUCKIN' SHIRT? NO! IT JUST MAKES ME HUNGRY FOR RIBS!

IF YOU WANT ME TO BE MORE SPECIFIC, THE BROWNIE MIX WAS IN ISSAQUAH, WASHINGTON! THE STATE, NOT THE D.C, YOU UNEDUCATED FUCKTARD!

THEY'RE GONNA NEED THAT MERCY RULE AFTER THE FUCKIN' BEATING I'M GONNA GIVE YA! YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE IN PYONGYANG SUCKIN' KIM JONG UN'S TRIPLE D MAN TITS!

AND HOW THE FUCK IS IT AN ACT? YOU THINK I'M MAD? BITCH, I'M HAVIN' A GOOD DAY! YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO BE NEAR ME WHEN I'M ACTUALLY PISSED! MY NAME IS LITERALLY JERKBEAST! I'M A BEAST THAT'S A JERK! SWEARING IS KIND OF WHAT I DO!

WHEN I'M DONE BEATING YOUR ASS BACK TO THAT COMMIE SHITHOLE, I'M RENAMING THIS BELT THE JERKWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN FUCKIN' DO ABOUT IT!

Jerkbeast throws his ID and Passport at NKWC's face before hitting a foot stomp to his groin from the balcony. He goes for another pin.

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1X FEDERWEIGHT CHAMPION! SOON TO BE 2X!