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~~Sid Feder~~ · (06-25-2014)

Blah blah blah, Tony; get the shit outta yer mouth. What are you? Another member of the Green family?

How big of a stale (not steaming; that would mean you were fresh instead of a has been) piece of shit does it take to sit there and make fun of themselves fer bein' a burnt (not flamming; again, that would mean you were hot in this industry right now which we all know isn't the case) homosexual cockblower? I'd imagine in yer constantly drug induced, or drunk, or whatever you always are state; you've got no clue what I'm even talkin' about by this point in the conversation.

It's simple -- you know that you can't talk the talk when it comes to dealing with anyone with the Feder name so you just roll over and take a dick in yer ass and pretend like ya like it. We both know, Tonya Softing, that you don't like suckin' those dicks you got punchin' you in yer tonsils -- yer doin' it because in yer partially sedated mind you think it fucks with my strategy of calling ya a big !

Uh, der, gee, golly; if Sid's gonna go around callin' everybody a then I better start suckin' dicks day and night and takin' loads up the ass from big bad just so Sid will sit there and scratch his head in confusion. Uh huh huh uh her her hardy harrr; what a gulping good idea.

Not only are ya a , and you were one before you started claiming your love for cocks, but yer also a man with very little (if any) wrestling talent. Wow; you won a title in a match where all you had to do was fall to win. Who knew? Who knew a drunken slapass could stumble his way into a match and fall to the ring? It's like the company decided it was time to just turn the TV title into a joke title so they created a match in which you just could not fail.

Well, then again, putting you in a match with Theo Pryce and Steve Davids also pretty much guaranteed that you couldn't fail. So take the combo of their zero talent, divide it by your fraction of talent, and multiply it by the odds of you falling at least once if not multiple times in the match and you've got a formula for a Winning Santos on the Rocks -- one of the most rare and elusive alcoholic beverages known to all bar kind.

That makes me think that when you and I do step into the ring we should bring some rocks into it -- no, not fuckin' ice cubes you drugged up cockblower. No, not even a crack rock, you drunken rape victim. I'm just talkin' about yer old fashioned rocks. I want you in a match where the only way to win is to stone the opponent into submission or enough blood loss that they pass out!

Come on you inebriated ! We can even invite Theo Pryce to get involved in the match. How about it, Theo? Would yer pink vagina like to be in the presence of yours truly when I stone Stoney Santos into fuckin' kingdom come? I'd be fine with your broke ass bein' the referee or bein' in the match as a compet--

hahahahahahaha I almost called you a competitor.

Theo; I'm saying this -- you can join us for the match as the official or as the other guy who can't and won't beat me.

You like the sound of that match, Tonya sweetheart? Is that match type one that you'd have the stones to accept?

And how about you, Mrs. Pryce? Funny how you call yerself 'Theo' which is actually the only honest thing to ever come from yer mouth. You are, without a shadow of doubt, the...O. Oh? Yeah as in zero. You're the biggest "o" on this side of the toilet b0wl that you enjoy talking about so much when you fantasize about Tonya's used up asshole. Haha, "the" o. What a fuckin' loser. You wanna be in the match or just be the fuckin' ref? Pick one or I'll shove my boat down yer throat -- that's got a perty nice ring to it; The-O Boat Throat.

What's it gonna be, ?

Walking away while he shakes his head in disgust, he says one last thing we all need to hear.

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