Boy oh boy, I don't know about the rest of ya'all but that sure sounded like a challenge to me!

Shark, rest assured, alllllllllll the smart money is on you winning the TV title.I know you're pretty new around here and all but Mastermind...is, well,...ya know....a fuckin' knob.

But if you're aiming to have your first defense against me, weh-heh-hell, I not only accept but I DEMAND it. I did, after all, just defeat Mastermind as you so cannily noticed. Making me the defacto Television Champion (fuck Summer Page sideways).

I'll see you at Warfare Sharky baby. Just don't be surprised to find that I bite too.

Chill with the baby word, baby.

I have a weakness for white blonde women but you look like you smell like a jar of mayonnaise 24/7 so I don’t know how I feel about you, yet.

Ain't nobody surprised you bite. I put the bait out there by briefly mentioning your name and you bit down so hard I’ll be surprised your teeth ain’t crack. 

Hear me out though.

You don’t demand a damn thing from me. I will do laps beating this entire roster and leave you till the very end if you think you can just demand shit from me.

In that time you can go be the defacto Champion all you want in make belief land. Maybe you can find some imaginary customers in that abandoned diner and you can tell them all about what a great Champion your mayo’ ass is.

But this is all silly talk, right?

Let’s see how our nights go tonight and reconvene back here.

Muak.

Hey guys, look at this thing I found, I think it's from the 80's, and...

Bobby looks up, seeing that people are really just openly flirting with each other but super publicly. Not to kink shame, but, kinda kink shaming.

Oh lawd. -_-

Oh let me be clear before you catch any ideas. My use of "baby" was sarcastic not romantic. I only have eyes for one man in the XWF. Though you look like you could be his remedial older brother who deffo won the award for most lead paint chips eaten. 

And here's the funny thing about title matches in the XWF. I don't need YOUR permission.  I need management's. So in spite of your furious backpedalling despite being the one who put MY name in your mouth, I think I'll get my shot at the TV championship. Feeling pretty good about that one actually.

HAHAHAHA, damn that is a funny thing about title matches. Tell me more fun facts, mayonnaise.

Save the best one for last though, like you losin’ your last title match. I ain’t even Champion yet and you already jumpin’ up and down for another one.

But you need management permission right? Jump on into they office and ask for it then like the good little employee you is. Please management can I please have your permission? I won’t lose again I promise.

If you still in the jumping mood when you done I want you to jump into oncoming traffic next and take that bozo bobby bourbon with you.

Baby.

Not romantic by the way.

God damn, I had no idea Madison Dyson was inflicted with the jungle fever! I wonder if she will be cleared to compete tonight in light of this new development…