Do you need a hug girl? Do you?... is because your father wished you weren't born in predicament called life? I mean look at yourself, and realize how much a bitch you are in this company. You had the nerve to say how my run with the Federwight title was the worst, well it is no worse than you running numbers with Paul Heyman, I hope he ends up draining your bank account by the time you are eighteen, your going for broke with that jew on your corner.

But you know how much you need him, you fucking weaker than my niece who can hit harder than white girl like you, sweethart. You should be in the playground with those boys in your age bracket than fucking with Heyman. But I know you, and I know how much this belt means to you, more than your life it seems.

WELL, it's time let go of it... I want to see you run home to that drunken father of your bitchin how I stole your belt. Or better yet, have Heyman go fuck Vincent with no Vaseline to get it back from my hands. Either way Dolly, your commin to Papa!

Out of nowhere, we see JB swinging a bat to Dolly. Then he kept on swinging it at her body until she got bruised from the lashes. Then he kneels on the floor, looks at the downed champ, and takes the belt at suffocates her with whilst "fingering" her as the ref counts the pin.

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