Brandon is still mad fucking confused.

"Gabe, dude. Are you trying to take my Federweight Title or what? Standing there and reciting your shitty poetry is seriously fucking enraging. It's not even good. You'd lose in a first grade poetry contest, bro. You're not intimidating me if that's what you think is happening here. I'm just fucking confused and was on my way to get some fucking tacos.

So, I mean, fuck you, you're not coming with me to get any tacos, that's for sure. I bet Steve Sayors is around here somewhere. Maybe Nixon will stick around. Hell, go find Tig. I'm sure any of those lousy cockbites would love to hear your ill rhymes, bro. I'll leave you with a rhyme of my own just to be a nice fucking guy, you know?

Gabe, Gabe go away.
Fuck off until another day."

Brandon flips Gabe Reno the double bird and heads off to get some bomb fucking tacos.

CURRENT Federweight Champion