”Hey, Joey Hawkins figures out how to cut a promo properly, and it’s still not enough to show that the man isn’t more than half . I mean, who the fuck makes fun of people for getting food brought to them? Seriously, that’s your big go to? That Katie brought me some food once? Oh shit. He’s still a fucking . He’s got nothing in his head, at least that’s what survey says. God, no wonder he can’t win a match to save his life. The fat jell-o mother fucker. When I kicked your ass in that pool, did you think it was filled with your blood? Were you nervous seeing all your bodily fluids puddled around you? Or were you all hot and bothered for the food stuffs? Don’t think I didn’t see that drool on the corner of your mouth, like you were waiting to pretend to be Scruff McGruff and take a bit out of the ring. You fat mother fucker. Do you have a mother, or did you absorb her in the womb? Is that how you got so fat? By being two people in one body? Are you part piggy? Can we call you Wilbur?
Listen, Wilbur, I’m 5’6”. That’s not little person. 150 for being 5’6” is normal, high end of normal, but normal. You’re considered obese at 5’11” and more than 215 pounds. Nigga, that’s a lot lower than you’re almost 260. You’re fat. You’re not in shape, you’re fat. And a side note, if you were as muscular as you say, you wouldn’t be allowed at Planet Fitness. That’s not for jacked up dudes, they have rules in place for stopping it. If you were that muscular you’d be doing what they consider “Gymtimidation” which is a bannable offense there. Jesus, you’re so full of shit it makes Maverick look honest. Jesus, what makes you think this is going to go with anything else besides me being declared the winner? Hmmm? You clearly didn’t get any better. In fact, you probably got worse. I’m not sure how it’s possible to get worse, but homeslice did it. He’s gone from mild , able to function at a 3rd grade level, down to barely able to spell out the word Two. Because he’s a fucking fat, jello-fucking, piece of bird shit. Yes, bruh’s birdshit. I’m not even sure this dude is a human, or just a heaping pile of Hawk shit that some poor Native American woman toiled helplessly to collect and shape into a man. Then with a bit of that Ole’ Native American Christmas Magic she brought that giant waste of existence to life.
For what reason, I do not know. I was not there, but I’m imagining it was just to the white man for the heinous crimes committed in the early 1800’s. Dear god, them Natives got smart enough to make new white people specifically to torture us. For fuck’s sake, is SARS, Smallpox, and everything else we supposedly did to them worth this level of mass torture? Should we begin attempting to apologize and hope they remove the stain of these birdshit creatures from our plane of reality? Is that why they call you Hawkins? Makes sense, but what doesn’t is where they found so much Hawkshit to make you. Or why they didn’t make you more skilled at life? Why are you so fucked up and useless. Hell, a better question should be what are you getting paid? Because I’m betting that whatever you’re getting paid is massively too much. If you were paying Shane 25000 dollars for the privilege of fighting in his federation, I’d say he’s still over paying. If Shane gave you a penny he found on the street one time in your entire lifetime, I’d say you’ve been massively overpaid. Are you fucking getting it yet, Hawkins?
You’re a fucking slob jockey. Why are you even here? You’re clearly not good enough to compete and win. Maybe you should go to one of these online E-Feds that Peter’s on about. No, fuck, you’d not be able to win there either. You need to not be functionally to win. Wait, you’re not functionally , that’d mean you’d be functional. Which is a fucking lie, bruh. You’re not functional for shit. Jesus, being Peter Gilmour stupid would be a step up for you. You still write letters to Santa, or ask your old Native American Creation Woman to write letters to Santa asking him to give you the gift of being 3 quarters a . It’d be a massive step up for you. Don’t worry, though, doll, I’ll help boost your intelligence level when I jam my fist up your ass. Yeah, the hole fist, dry. It’ll make you speak fucking Mandarin, you cocksniffing pussbabg.
Now, I want to point out a massive level of hypocrisy here. Hawkins goes on to talk about how me mentioning dicks makes me gay, while calling me a gay queer and other stupid shit like that. Seriously, bruh, you think it’s gay for me to call you gay, but you can call me gay? Really, bruh? You’re doing that shit? Being that fucking petty and stupid? Fuck. Here’s a massive revelation for you, though, bruh. I fuck dudes. Call me gay like it’s a revelation that I dig cock. You upset that I’m not lapping at your balls? Sorry, but I don’t go for giant fat piles of Hawk shit that animated via Native American Magic. Or whatever your fucking deal is. What the fuck is your deal fat boy? Come on, spill the beans. I’m really fucking curious to know what makes your fat jell-o body tick.
Oh, and puddle of fudge, a fact for you, Scorpio’s the one with Grease blood. His blood is Wendy’s Grease, not mine. I’m actually pretty healthy. I eat normally healthy stuff. Fancy Feast is way healthier than whatever the shit you’re filling yourself with. You fuckin rolley polley Ollie fat ass. Go kill yourself. Kay, see you in the ring, baby cakes."
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