Well look it here, we see a man who gets off to little girls who are restrained in their potty seat with no where to go. I seen the likes of you in my life, and sometimes I laugh like a manic when I see people like you with that beard who makes Pedo Bear look like Carlton form Fresh Prince. You're no worse than Pest, and you are no better than a man who gave you that Championship belt neither.

You're just a transitional champ who got lucky when you pinned Dolly for about week and then he came in a week later to count your sorry ass attempt. If I was him, I would have just told you get the fuck off of Dolly and made her retain that belt.

Now, you stand there all proud for what you just done to Dolly, who in return gave you the belt cuz she felt sorry for getting you charged for rape against a eleven year old.

Black just beats the crap out of Ruckus with a baseball bat with full force until the man fell on the ground. He grabs the belt, and places it on his shoulder and turns him to his gut and pins him with his foot.

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Boy, what in the fuck are you talking about?

You sound like you got too much shrimp crammed into your mouth, Bubba Gump. Listen real good now, son, because I ain't a man who likes to repeat himself. You are nothing. You do not matter. You aren't even a statistic. You're the kind of guy who can go to a good old down home Texas pool party and get himself taken out of the gene pool by the boys in blue, and no one will bat an eye. Someday soon, someone with an itchy trigger finger is gonna see you walking out of whatever convenience store will accept your food stamps and decide to stand his ground, and not a single person anywhere will give a fart in a windstorm. You understand, boy?

You ain't gonna ever be anyone's poster boy. You ain't ever gonna make headlines. You lost the genetic lottery when you slid out of a zambo twat, and you've been losing ever since. And that ain't my fault, boy, so don't go trying to call me racist or whatever else you social justice dipshits feel like throwing around these days, trying to get more hits on your blogs or whatever you do. That's society. Things was that way before my daddy's daddy was born, and before YOUR daddy's daddy avoided gettin' dragged behind a truck long enough to throw some rapeseed into your grandmaw. This is just the way things is.

What you need to do is read yourself your bible, and read yourself your United States Constitution. The real one, not the one they've done edited in the years since in an effort to give everyone a pussy where their cocks should be. The way I see it, and the way God sees it, is I'm 40% more of a man than you can ever wish to be, son. I'm a human being and you're an animal. I have dominion over you as described in the book of Genesis.

Now, we can sit here all day waiting for your monkey ass to evolve, or we can just move along with our lives. I'm sure you got a bunch of kids to feed somewhere, right?




Kickout.

Winner via taking too goddamn long to kick out AND NEW CHAMPION: John Black!

So it might take a fortnight for Old Man Tickler to show up and make a three count, but heaven forbid ol' Ruckus takes his time in response. Good to know.

I say if John Colored wants to live up to the stereotype of his race bein' a bunch of thieves, then he should also live up to the one where they supposedly got bigger dicks and get in the ring with me.

If Tickler has enough Cialis left in his prescription to get out of bed and show up on time this week, he can even be the referee.

This had to be the worst win of all time.

2x KWA Unified Southern Glory Champion
6x KWA Middleweight Champion
4x KWA Tag Team Champion
1x XWF XTreme Champion


-Dumb Dolly records that no one cares about-

3x XTreme Champion
2x Tag Team Champion (w/ Vita Valenteen, w/ Charlie Nickles)
2x Hart Champion
3x Television Champion

3x Star Of The Month
August ‘21, May ‘17, October ‘16

3x RP Of The Month
What light through sonder... my perception breaks.
Tranquility: For Old Times Sake
Manifest Victory