"Do you ever look at a corner, and think to yourself, 'That is a great spot to take a piss.'? If not, we have to start from the very beginning for you to understand what I'm about to say. Take a breather, check out the corner. Go, sniff it. Lick the walls a little. These are important things. Does it look and taste like it needs more piss? Does the lack of urine scent bother you? If that's the case, you need to piss in it. If not, then we're not friends. And if we're not friends, turn your tv off and quit watching this. If you do that, then forgo any chance of beating me in the ring, because you're so fucking we should just change your name to Vinnie Lane. Unless you are Vinnie Lane, then we should call you Vannie Lome, because that's how a would say the name.
The important thing about pissing in the corner is this, corners were meant for piss. And naughty children. It would befit some members of my team to piss on those kids. They are open about that fact. It would please some members of Team Shitty Dick Masters to piss on even younger children. That person tries to hide it, but honestly, Vannie Lome, it's obvious you're a creeper. You're a cheap, dirty dicked, tiny dicked, bitch titted, fat as fuck, baby raper. Look, it's not your fault. I mean, it is, but who am I to judge? It's society's fault for not accepting you for who you are, right? Since people hate you for loving newborns, you had to eat the shame away. Right? It's cool, Bitch Tits. But you know who else Society shat on? Carrot Top. Look what he did with his life. He went from this.
To this.
Good for him. What have you done in your life? Gone from this
To this
Somehow managing to get a sparkly jacket made in 12XL so you could pretend to be Scorpio. Hey, I get it man. When you've got nothing in your life but Bacon Double Cheeseburgers, a large stack of Child Porn, and a cake, you gotta do something to not feel like a loser. Sometimes, that means wearing your mom's panties, and make up while you pretend to be a wrestler. It's ok. Some people kill themselves. Some actually rape kids, but you? You just jerk off to Gerber Commercials in your mother's make up. Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and just say?
Because, I would if I were you. I mean, look at the stupid fucking smile you have. Seriously, it looks like you just caught a toddler in a tiara playing around in Cake Batter. Did you just find that stash of home movies your mom has? It makes sense.
Look, I don't pay attention to most of what you say, because at the end of the day, I'm the one who has to look myself in the mirror and say, 'Today I was not enough to listen to Vannie Lome. Today I had self respect.' I can't do that to myself if I actually have to sit and listen to a on a porch with a banjo. And I'd rather do that than listen to you. Hell, I'd rather staple my dick to the back of that Shelby Cobra Daytonna Coupe that Frodo bought and have someone gun it than listen to you. I paid someone to give me the gist of most of your promos, but not this last one. Because I realised, it's just gonna be you whining and crying some more. It's just sad when a 29 year old supposed man, crying like a huge fucking baby over everything. Just go change your tampon, and stop being a . You probably thought I was gonna go this entire time without calling you a . You were wrong. Almost as wrong as when you thought we'd believe the stories about you sleeping with tonnes of women. The fact is, that any man who has to constantly brag about getting laid like that, isn't. You're not actually swimming in pussy, you didn't sleep with those women, you're just a fucking fraud. But you are the Scully of your team. If Scully went full on and had to get a lobotomy and could only communicate by painting with shit."
Simon is just sitting there rubbing his eyeballs.
"Mastermind, I need to remind you of something. You actually have to leave a mark to call it a Salvo. Really. Honestly. Why are you so fucking ? Seriously, can you just fucking get anything right? Ever? I mean, fucking christ. You actually think that the real Frodo had anything to do with me being here? No, if he did then he wouldn't have called a Code Pachinko. And I think I would have admitted it. I swear, there's only one fucking brain amongst the lot of you. And Gator seems to possess it most of the time. Tell me, something Master of Minds, how in the fuck can you possibly call yourself that when you are constantly getting everything wrong, and have absolutely nothing of value to add to anything ever? Unless your job was to stand there holding up the targets at a firing range. But then you might actually find a way to fuck that up. Fuck it up so badly we'd have to call you Vannie Lome Jr. Sad to fucking say, you've been here longer, and you're still only the junior fuck up on the team. You can't even get simple phrases fucking right. He doesn't measure up to me, but I'm not nearly as good as real Frodo? Too contradictory ideas, mate. Get your shit straight, then come back and suck my nuts some more. . Again, I bet you thought I'd go without calling you one, eh? No chance, bitch boy. You're a fat old . It's like I'm squaring off with Danny DeVito over here. Hey, tough guy, you think you're the Taxi Driver? Wrong guy, cocksucker. Move the fuck on.
And Zeke, shut the fuck up. No one fucking cares about you or anything you say or do. Seriously. No one. Go die in a gutter somewhere. Goddamn, we're tired of you and your lame ass routine. 'Oh, Zeke thinks he's so cool. Zeke thinks he's so hot. All the ladies want Zeke.' Except they don't. No one does. Because he's an AIDs riddled piece of shit stuck to the bottom of Elton John's ballsack after he got done pounding Eminem's asshole. Fuck, no. That shit would be worth a lot more than Ezekiel. Fucking sick of looking at this dude. Go die in a car crash or something. Ugly ass mother fucker.
And McBride, FUCK YOU! You rancid fucking irish . Can't get it up to save your life. Can't fucking succeed at shit, except getting your ass kicked. Why the fuck are you even alive still? Fucking useless bitch. God, I wanna hop in Radio's WABAC machine and kick your mother down a flight of stairs. Oh shit, I mentioned Radio, Vannie Lome is crying now. How dare I discuss anything he doesn't know about. Maybe I should stick to shoving Matchbox cars up my pisshole pretending I'm mother taking a cock. That'd be more Vannie's speed. Great fucking team you got here, ."
Simon's just sitting there on a stool in the basement of Gwen's house. He keeps rubbing his eyeballs. Before turning the Camera to face the ground.
"Fuck, I'm getting tired of stomping so many fucking into the dirt all the time. I have no idea how Fred handles it. I'm gonna go upstairs, make myself a Spaghetti and Turkey Sandwich and take a nap. Fuck this shit."
The camera gets turned off and he does actually go upstairs and make a spaghetti and turkey sandwich before napping. No big surprise there. Not even when he gets woken up from his nap by Gwen wanting to fuck him before dinner. That shit is normal.
"Sup, niggas. It's me. Frodo. The real one. Not this Code Pachinko version of me running around. How you doing out there in XWF Land? See, I'm still in Belize on vacation, and was shocked to discover this cradle of monkey jism pretending to be me. Whatever. I'm not gonna come back and stop it. It's funny. You're all getting schooled by someone who's not even good at pretending to be the fed's biggest crack head. Fuck, you all suck dick. For real. I'm disgusted in most of you. Especially you, Zeke. Especially you. Anyway, just wanted to let you know, I'll be back in the U.S. soon, don't know if I'ma come back to wrestling, or just let One Eye run the show for a while, haven't decided. All I know is that there's rumors Mandii's back, I left her a video, so if I come back, it'll mostly only be for her. Yeah, Az is nifty, and he's my boy, but Mandii looks better in a thong. Who cares that I'm married? It's called a threesome, bitches. Eat my cock. Peace out, niggas."