Solomon hocks and spits right in the face of the FORMER Universal champion and current nobody Charlie Nickles. He slaps him hard and pushes him off, kicking out some space between him, the wall and that mouth breathing mutt that wandered into HIS space.

"I already have one former X-Treme champion calling her shot against me and now here's number two, back to the old playbook. You called yourself Universal champion before it was true and now it's once again false. Now you look to usurp the title of General Manager of Warfare? As the son of a former General Manager, and the current, reigning, defending, bloodletting second-generation X-Treme champion, I will repeat my words at the premature current Universal champion's "retirement ceremony".

"GO...

FUCK.

YOURSELF.

...Bitch."

The X-Treme champion brushes himself off and walks away, presumably to take a bath with bleach to wash away the stench of the rotting corpse of a former Universal and X-Treme champion, now back to where he belongs, at the bottom of the barrel. 

The Prodigal

1x UGWC Conquest Champion
1x XWF X-Treme Champion