Did you say I'm milking fake ass millions? Ha! Tommy one day you'll see the power of your paycheck. Too bad, I didn't give you a chance to pay me to go away because the streets don't matter right now Tommy. You have to deal with me right here right now. In a short amount of time someone is going to come in here declare me, 'Ol thunder Knuckles the winner and you're gonna have to deal with that. You know your not fast enough to keep up with me...so why drag it out? JUST STAY DOWN! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! It's not like your going hold his bitch for long anyway. The worst thing that's going to happen is when you show up to the next show you're booked on. Who the fuck knows when that'll be. You'll look just as sad as you did when you lost the tag team championships...It's unbecoming for a man of your stature. As far as being everyone's favorite huckster, it's better than being everyone's favorite cuckster like you. Again, your girlfriend tells me a lot more than I need to know, fucking weirdo. You don't even know why the Federweight Championship is the only belt that fucking matters! Get the fuck outta here.


Thunder Knuckles then pokes Tommy in the eyes with two fingers like in the three stooges and rolls him up in an inside cradle from the chair he's sitting in.


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