Hey Tommy!

You greasy haired, limped dicked bastard! My dudes TK and Thug something or another wanted me to challenge for this bullshit title so here I am. Hope you had fun while it lasted because am about to neuter and spay you like a a stray cat from a New York alley way....

I dont even know if that makes sense but it sounds good. Better than anything that ever came from that cock trap at the front of your face. Literally, anything. I'd rather watch the same Geri Miller promo a hundred times over than listen to you. And trust me....I have. Almost as many times as I have watched Madison Dyson spout off some shit about winning blah blah this and managing blah blah that....but I digress....this about you and whatever the hell this belt called.

*dials Noah, ask what belt is called*

Oh yeah, the No Cunt Cares Anymore Belt because Tommy Wish snagged it from a walking talking Dick. Naturally I should ask who you sucked off but the question answers itself. Peter Gilmour's sentient severed dick.

I Repeat. Peter Gilmour's Severed Sentient Dick. You beat Peter Gilmour's Severed Sentient Dick!

To completion, I can't say, but the fact remains Tommy your a dick beater who likes to slide into gals DM with a brownie pick like thats suppose to garner my attention.

It didn't. It was weird. Please never do it again. Stick with what your best at. Beating Gilmour off....

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