"Classic Iceman bullshit. Lies about shitting on titles, lies about the weather, lies about anyone wanting to be him. Lies about everything. Even about his plan to go after Gator. You had no intention, because you're a massive pussy. Fucking massive. Hell, you're even a huge enough to drive a Porsche. And you don't even say it right. You da it Porsch, like one syllable. Fucking piece of shit. Two syllables. Porsch-ah. Say it with me. Or just gargle on your own vomit, you know like always.
Oh, and two rumbles, a ladder match, and the the shove it for Wallace, plus I'ma be on next week's Madness. Nigga, I got a string of matches ahead of me. Most within two weeks. Like I fucking said. Detective dipshit. Lern2attention. Or, you know, flop around like a . Your choice. Why do you even bother to show up for shit? You're never the winner. You're not even taken serious. By anyone. You title shitting back of Archie's cum."