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Tommy Wish · **07-01-2020, 06:04 AM**

Within the 2.999 second of the count, Tommy with all his power and might kicks out of the attempt. As he gets on his feet, he grabs the title and looks at the faceplate on it.

“You know what, this belt isn’t in my own image. It should have your face on it since you are the billion dollar princess, we haven’t heard of Sid Feder in like five or six years before you came into this place, so that wasn’t me just propping the belt onto you as a gift, it was a mere way of saying “fuk this shit” to higher ups. For all the times you keep emphasizing that I can’t say anything, is laughable. I mean, you could have just gotten away from this whole situation; there are many other titles in your tunnel vision.”

He shoves the title on her pretty little face.

“Since you are comparing me to Konrad Raab… Du bist der Pommes und ich bin der Cheeseburger. While you keep on saying that i can’t do anything worth while, then you are totally right; by now i should be elsewhere not being a trash talking champion, i should be making music in my studio; maybe this the time to admit defeat. You are giving me such an existential crisis, that you make my head hurt.

Plus, i don’t fuck with mayo at all, so your point is invalided beyond reasonable doubt. I don’t eat those fancy mayo sandwiches like your great ansectors did, those nasty mother fuckers would be likely the ones, who be screaming on top of their lungs at a local trader joes right now.”

Tommy pulls back from her, and in an act of defiance he does this…

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“Have fun with it Sarah, i won’t be needing it at this point.”

Tommy walks away from the belt, as someone "counts" it.

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