As we see T getting pinned by Charlies The Champion hogger, T feels this heavy set guy who makes Ozwald look like Peewee Herman. T then kicksout, and he gets on his feet, and he stands up as he looks at Charlie.

You can kill, if you wanna kill..
You can steal, if you wanna steal...
You can get ill, if you wanna get ill...
That's alright, it's all right...

But you think you can take this belt off from me?

That's not alright, ya herd me?

I know those blows to the head got you more headsprung than a Sarah Lacklan promo she put on you. You the head honco of what? Being on your spamming shit, no wonder why Marf gave the belt up to you, since you know how to be an annoying little person with a size of an cow being ready for the slaugtherhouse. As much I would be offended by your meager words, they don't really faze me as much as you think they are. So what if people turn the TV off, they don't need to deal with your fifteen min stroke you put in the sack with your ex wife who left you.

You think you are more over than I? Well you're right, you are... but what does that really prove, it just prove you seem to worry what those say about you. I can easily say that a quarter is worth more than a nickel, so that means I am worth more than you in every way as possible.

I could lay down, and let you win this belt, but i much rather bust my nuts on your face in order to fix your cross eyes and to be able fix whatever deformities you got rockin for ya, since you need to come up with better insults than a little cum slut. Man, you think for a second i'm sweatin over a true paper champion?

I guess I have too... since you know deep inside... these two non belts are worth more than the main one you holding, which is so shameful. But oh well, what do I know?