You know Sir, you are very very very hard to get like a two bit tranny like now the Dead Reeve was. I knew you would bring up something about my poems and what not, it wasn't me trying to fuck the likes of you in any shape or form; but as a tactic of getting you all worked up into a hissy fit. You are so much smarter than to keep that belt on that shoulders of yours, so yes; i'm so out of your non existent league you set your own childish mind to. You no more worse than my dead girl Lupita.

What is with you bringing up Darren Dangerous? I bet you rode the coattails of Seth's promo and decided to come up so uninspiring that wouldn't even offend me. The last match I had wasn't against a Drag Queen like you, hell even if I fought you; you'll been begging to take side on CCWF for your own weak ass protection from the likes of me.

Also your time is ALWAYS going to be wasted on the likes of either me, or a fucking cutout board of a godamn potatoes. So for you to tell me to not waste your time makes me want to waste it even more. That comprasion of my Voice to Freddy is what will happen when you sleep on that bed tonight; I won't be breathing heavy and slicing that chest of yours; i'll let a nursy rhyme that my own personal caregiver explain it.....

Lights out, Rhyme begins...

1,2 Tommy's cuming for you...

3,4 Better keep your heart...

5,6 He's gonna take your belt...

7,8 He--

He snatches the bat and beats the living nightmare out of Calix, then Tommy starts to stomp on him and goes for the pin again.

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