"Unkown Soldier, you must be the ugliest fucking chick I've ever seen in my godforsaken life. Even my girlfriend Ophelia looks better than your sewer dwelling, feces smelling, semen swallowing little cockroach infested corpse you chimney sweeping twerp! You should thank your fucking non-existant cock gobling savior, Satan, becase it MUST have been through a devil-deemed miracle that you pried that putrid fucking title away from the hands of my little pet Ophelia's friend Reeve. You pray to some supposedly 'evil' deity, which anyone with half a working brain cell knows is about as real as your chances of ever becoming more than a glorified curtain/cock jerker. I mean, look at the great things he's done for you, like leading you to teaming with a certified like Dimmy or being shacked up with a fat john in a seedy motel for crack money. You're pathetic, you're pitiful, and you're a petty j0bber on a roster already filled to the brim with your ilk. You want true darkness? Just take a look into my eyes and see the face of earthly evil incarnate, the only evil that truly exists.

"I care for no one but myself and my sweet, darling Ophelia. Of course, he'll let you know that at the end of the day, he may be good, but I am the ONLY star that matters in the Midnight Sky that is the XWF. I know that YOU know I've been in this company for about the same length of time as you, and look at my resume compared to yours. You've wallowed in the undercard, fighting for scraps, while I've made impact after impact, shaking this company to its motherloving core, and returning from death after our 'beloved' WarFare GM fucked me to death. Literally. Soldier, you are one of the skankiest, bottom-feeding, bullshit spewing, mediocre COCK HOLSTERS I have ever met in my life. I'd rather take a sweater, cut it to ribbons, tie the pieces together, and use it as a noose to hang myself from a tree than watch another one of those ABOMINATIONZ you call a promo.

You're the male equivelant to Ginger Snaps, if she worshipped Saddam Hussein's gay lover. If that doesn't ring a bell for anyone, watch an episode of South Park. Satan's more of a than raYneBow Dash himself, and that's saying a lot. You fucking queer as folk fucker, I'm going to take my fucking leather boot, shove it down your throat and make you choke on the heel you little bitch. You couldn't handle Ophelia's jock strap, much less face him in the ring, which is why I'm doing this instead of him. You just aren't worth his time, sweetheart. After everything you've been through in your career, the hell you've endured in life, I hope you can take one more loss-- namely, that strap you felt so proud to hold over Reeve when you tossed him over the top. Let's pray, shall we? Lord... kill this man. Amen. PIN, fuckwit."

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