…I see ya’ over there Vinnie Lane…
Watchin’ Mister Big videos, sweatin’ like a whore in church. Or is that really tears? Either way I feel some sorta’ homoerotic senses perforatin from Mr. Lane over there.
A belt on each shoulder, it’s makin’ right now about as much sense as screen door on a submarine.

…Why in the hell the Hart Champion is parading around with the Federweight title is beyond me…
But boy, oh boy, he’s wearin’ that there like some nice jewelry, and from the backside with that long blonde hair looks mighty purdy right now.

This boy has got a big ol’ match with MasterMind Wednesday, he orta’ not be worried about carrying around that there Federweight belt.
Always ah’ lookin’ over his shoulder, like he’d done robbed a little ol’ decrepit lady of her purse, well which is what he did by beatin’ up that Calypso feller. I mean yer’ runnin’ around challenging Doctor D’Ville, winnin’ Stampedes all that jive- to beatin’ up on Calypso?

Well just look at this silly sissy, don’t seem like he knows if he needs to check his ass or scratch his watch. Maybe I orta’ just beat this pretty boy in the back of the head now with this here beer bottle and take his precious little belt. After all I’d be doin’ her, I mean him a favor right?

Then again… do I even wanna’ run around with that ugly ass belt, fightin’ off the genuine like Tommy Wish and such? Hell yeah I do! It’s a fat ass pay check and Muddy loves his money!

Ahh fuck this guy, hair bangs lookin’ like a walrus-stache, as damn dumb as snake mittens… Hell if anyone ever wanted to off themselves, all they’d need to do is climb up this asshole’s ego and jump down to his IQ level.
Fucker orta’ eat some of that make up on his face so he can be as purdy on the inside as he is on the out.

Ol’ peter-nuts Lane, Suuuuuperstar of the Mooonth, Haaaarrrt Champion, Unnnniiiiversal Contender… Federweight Champion? Give Muddy Waters a goddamned break, why don’t he leave a little somethin’ here for the little guys? Guys tryin’ to make a name for themselves, and I aint talkin’ bout’ jackasses like Tommy Wish and Calypso who never book into shows and only run around back here pinin’ one another cause they like how it feels, I’m talkin’ bout the hard workers who wanna’ make somethin’ of themselves in XWF. Somebody like Muddy fuckin’ Waters

This fucker here got more money than he’d ever know how to spend it, and as much stupidity to boot, hell if the price of bein’ a dumb ass ever goes up to five dollars a barrel I wants’ me drillin’ rights to Vinnie Lane’s head. I’d imagine there’s some gay group of love ballad ferries floatin round in there performin’ some chipmunks rendition of Poison’s Every Rose Has It’s Thorn…
...Oh the hell with this...