Micheal?

SHUT UP!

No, Micheal, you need to accept defeat and move on.

Fine, but everyone knows I only lost because of Fuzz bein' a fucking rat!

Yeah sure Mike, whatever.

What!? It's true! The fucker had her beat, but he didn't want that, he just wanted to an excuse to crawl up on that dirty old hag!

I thought that you told her that you thought she was stunning?

Well yeah, but not in a touchy kissy way! That's just gross! But back on point, since Fuzz was too big a bitch to follow through when miss ditsy fell asleep at the wheel, I decided to step in and rip this championship away from such an obviously unworthy champion. So what does bitch boy do? Straps on that shimmering armor and plays every trick in the book to try an protect his overly ripe obsession. And now, thanks to his efforts, I'm fresh outta chances to save the world of Xtreme from the clenches of a champion that relies so heavily on a crutch, and I can't even get vengance on the loudmouth goody-goody who has cost me every attempt?

I mean, If he Lacklan's your ass, what can you do?

If he what?

Oh right, you were in the bad gimmick closet when she was here. (THANK GOD!!!)

Anyway, it means to ignore you in every way possible while constantly taking little jabs in every outlet available instead of actually answering a challenge like a man. I heard that some hooded man shot himself over the frustration.

Yeah, that sounds about like what a bitch would do! Fortunately, I know other ways to get a man's attention.

He says with a gap-toothed snare.

One of you two are going to fight me one way or the other, and until you do, Fuzz is going to be cashing my receipts!

That didn't even make sense!

Come on Atari, man up and protect your bitch! You and me in the ring for that belt or Fuzz gets it!!