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~~Mister Mystery 17 31707 1~~ · **03-28-2013, 12:07 AM**

I'm not surprised Corino tucked his tail and ran away like a scolded dog being beaten by a woman with a newspaper. He knew when he eventually stepped into the ring with real competition he was going to be flushed down the same toilet that leads to the sewer system where all of John Madison's bragging rights currently swim around.

Oh John -- I can't wait to hear yourself brag about losing at Gauntlet City not once but twice when you suddenly decide to reveal that it was all your plan to fail. You just wanted to get John Black's hopes up that you might hand him the crown but you knew you couldn't run a gauntlet; blah blah blah, predictable sack of shit.

Flo misses you, buddy. I hope you're ready to receive her with open arms when she's the official ringside representative of your team Sunday night. She's going to do everything in her power to make you proud of her, no matter how stiff her corps may be. How's it feel to know Flo's Feder is stiffer than you've ever been even when you're smearing your own shit all over your naked body and jacking it to pictures of Sid?

Sorry I didn't dedicate either of my recent promos to you, old pal, but you're just losing too much steam for me to even waste time talking about; Chris Macbeth and Sebastian Duke were much more qualified to receive my attention this evening.

Now as for who to add to the blood lust? We could always add that filthy slave John Bla-

-aaaah ha ha ha ha ha no.

Oh, John Black -- You are so void of heart and soul that you probably wouldn't even bleed if we whacked you senseless with a giant cactus and then shaved your face with a sandblaster! You've just got nothing to give -- you know they say you can't draw blood from a stone, but in your case, you can't draw blood from a wet paper bag filled with Madison's shit. That's what you are, John Black. At least you'd be fun to set on fire and leave on somebody's doorstep so they stomp the fuck out of you when they open their door and see you on fire. I feel bad for all the shit they get on their shoes though.

I'll tell you what, Soldier.

Let's make them sweat it out. Let's both beat the living fuck out of the newest member of the blood lust at Gauntlet City backstage sometime before our match.

Better start getting your safety measures ready, XWF roster -- one of you will be beaten to a pulp by us at Gauntlet City while you're in the back, thinking you're safe. Just take comfort in the fact that it was only your initiation phase, and that there will be so much more to come in the future.

And I know just the piece of excrement to induct, Soldier. You're going to love this.

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