First.

AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

That's all you've got? Phew, and here I thought this might actually be a challenge.

" I have 90 XWF wins. 90. Let that rattle around your empty skull, blow what mind you have left, and let the dust settle. "

Tell me more about the wins you probably don't have, it must be fun to manifest an entire career out of thin air like that and think that it actually has some merit!

You beat Steve Jason? I highly doubt it. I love how you continue to tell me about your greatness and how amazing you are, when all I see is your brand new little 1-0 record against some other scrub that didn't have the type of mind to combat you like I do. If you're such a goddamn allstar, why you wearing a mask, pussy? You wanna step to me and talk to me about how fucking great you are? Take off the fuckin mask and show me who you are. Show me the legend you claim to be and show me the man behind the mask. You want my respect? You'll fuckin earn it like everyone else has.

Didn't you say something about being creative and not using tired, old incest/gay jokes?

You just called me inbred, you fuckin' tit. You can't even heed your own advice.

Like I said, you either prove to me you're worthy of a victory over me, or get steppin, scrub.

You can create a whole goddamn universe based around your "90" wins here in the XWF, but from what I gather, you're just another wannabe Cadryn looking to make a name for himself, and that isn't going to happen here.

I am a legend.

I'm the reason these people watch our shows.

And I'm the most respected man in the locker room today.

A real legend wouldn't run around in a mask with his pussy hanging out like you do.

So if anyone is disrespecting the word, it's you, my friend.