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Charlie Nickles · **12-01-2020, 12:41 AM**

Every god damn day that I step into that locker room I get no respect. I don't get respect from the boys, I don't get respect from the fans, and I don't even get respect from the sorry son of a bitch that cleans Bourbon's shits off the toilet seat for a living (I think their name is Barney?). I main evented my first ever pay per view. I am the television champion. I've won seven fights in a row. But motherfuckers still put more stock in Betsy Granger and Marf Simpson than they do Charlie?

Predictable.

You're all a bunch of pussies, content to cower in the shadows and laugh at the misfortunes of the bold. You're all pathetic. You're nothing more than the dog shit I have to step on to get where I need to be. Where I deserve to be.

So which one of you turds wants to toughen up for a five minute squash match on the Savage Christmas Show? Give me your best shot. Name your best Christmas (NOT Hanukah or fucking Kwanza) stipulation and tell me why you deserve to get the shit kicked out of you by a champion. Whoever names the Xmas stipulation that will give me the highest television ratings will get to go one on one with the television champion.

Atty and Big D said the title won't be on the line, so don't even think about it. But if you last more than five minutes in that ring with me? Well then, I might just give you a shot at the gold after I smack down Israel Fairyboy.

Which one of you ninnies is up to the challenge?

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