Post by Jake Titan on May 20, 2013 8:29:31 GMT -4
Feeling refreshed from the victory over Niobe Martin and Tommy Knox, Iron Nightmare their formerly most hated enemies, Jake Titan woke from his sleep in a hotel bed. A soft buzzing can be heard as Jake looked over to see it was almost 10:00 A.M. For the past month or so Jake Titan has lost most of his battles, so last night at Mayhem when he and his good friend, Leon Roberts, teamed up once more as the Natural Born Killaz to successfully defeat their hated rivals. Now that Iron Nightmare had finally been put in their place, it was time to party. That was exactly what Jake Titan did at his hotel room.
Like a true rock star, Jake had destroyed his entire hotel room. Brazilian hookers are passed out over a couch, half an eight ball of cocaine is open on the table with a Columbian Drug Dealer passed out in middle of a line, hard liquor bottles littered the entire floor of which half the contents are soaked into the carpet, but we come to find Jake Titan grudgingly waking up, his man thong hugging his ass tightly. It took a few minutes for Jake to remember where he was. His lips flapped as he tasted his mouth and realized that the previous night’s party was really killer. There were more people here sleeping off their hang overs or passed out still from their drug induced haze. A great end to a great night, but now that Iron Nightmare had been dealt with it was time for the Natural Born Killaz to regroup and take on their new adversaries: Foul Play.
The collective of Michael Lively, Jason Kash and Johnny Knuckles… or as he’s now known: Reaver. Coughing up a lung from the other night, Jake nearly threw up on the floor. He side a pair of pants on and dragged his feet along the floor knocking around empty glass bottles and beer cans. Even though he had been in the hotel room for a single night, the room was officially JUST as trashed as he own home was. Noticing the fridge was still working, Jake opened it up and smelled a carton of milk. A rancid and putrid smell came out; obviously the milk was left out for a while and had spoiled over the course of the night. Whoever put this carton back wouldn’t stop Jake; he simply opened the carton of rancid, stale milk and took a long drink. He belched loudly and even let out some of the curdled milk into the carton. It didn’t stop him and he drank some more.
Suddenly his phone began to ring; L.R. appeared on the caller I.D. Jake already knew what this phone call was and what it was about. He simply texted the caller “Not now, talk later.” After making a quick trip to the rest room, Jake stumbled out and tripped over one black man that was sleeping on the floor.
“The fuck…” He looked down.
“Hey asshole…” The man got up slowly, rubbing his ribs. “I was sleeping, why’d you wake me up man?”
“Oh sorry, Bro… when DID you get her Tyrone?” Tyrone Titan, the younger brother of Jake Titan.
Letting out a loud yawn, Tyrone stretched up and moved a bit to start up his body. “Man you know me… after I got that multimillion dollar settlement; I left New York, Brother. My ass has been flying in style ‘round the world, suckin’ fine champagne of the tits of the most gorgeous women money can buy, smoking the fattest fatties that I can find and watching cock fights in the back alleys. Ya know, the same old shit just in different countries. America can get boring.”
“Eh, I guess. I’ve been doing a lot of shit with Action Packed Wrestling, Ty. First I was getting bent over like a cheap whore by Niobe Martin and Tommy Knox constantly getting involved in my matches then our glorious general manager decided that once we had left her office, that the Natural Born Killaz wouldn’t get their Inferno Match, WHICH she agreed to in the first place! Last time I believe a word that’ll come out of that bitch’s mouth. She’s lucky I didn’t just do a Richard Pryor and slap her in the mouth with my dick.” Then Jake reached down for his crotch and cupped his junk in front of his brother.
Not only is that disgusting but it was also embarrassing, assuming that someone else in the room was awake. Tyrone looked at his older brother. “You know man… that ain’t right. I know you’re not liking your boss at the moment because she didn’t hold up her end of the bargain but didn’t you get Iron Nightmare in the right the other night and kick their ass?”
‘Oh yeah’ thought Jake Titan, the sweet taste of victory was still in the air and it was definitely still in Jake’s mouth. Either that or the shame of the night before, but did it really matter? “Hell yeah, Bro. Yeah we didn’t have the easiest road going into Mayhem and even if I called it wrong a few times, the Natural Born Killaz still ended up winning at Mayhem. The only bad thing about that match is that it wasn’t for a number one contender’s spot for the Tag Team Championship but you know what, it doesn’t matter. Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin finally bounced a check their mouths just flat out couldn’t cash this time, me and Leon just put those two loud mouth sons of bitches into their place, on the street corner making me money. I don’t want to see either of those mother fuckers in the same God damn ring me any time soon. I swear to God, I’ll go back to jail before I have to fight them again. We PROVED at a Pay Per View that Iron Nightmare is all talk, if we face them again I won’t even go to jail. I’ll just go to prison for stabbin’ their asses!”
“Ouch, that’s pretty harsh man. I take it you don’t like either one for them do you?”
“That’s putting it mildly, Bro. We fucking hate one another guts. I know for fact if any of us were on fire, neither person on the other team would piss on us to save our lives. I don’t give a shit about them, Niobe can go scurry around and take in her ass for Larry Flint now and Tommy can go back to living in the shadow of Johnny Knoxville. Because I got some bigger and badder fish that I need to fry up.” Jake smiled thinking about his next move.
The day was passing by fast; it was already almost quarter to eleven. If he didn’t get his stuff packed and get going soon, Jake would miss his match on the Meltdown Super Show and flight to Santiago, Chile. Feeling the flames on his butt, Jake moved quickly in the room and started to pack up all his clothes quickly while swearing under his breath. Even though Tyrone wasn’t a part of Action Packed Wrestling, it was a good time as any to leave. Because both men knew whoever was the last person in this room would most likely end up getting not only banned from the hotel but would also have to pay for all the damages done to the room as well as pay for any guest complaints.
The two brothers were working at a feverish pace to pack up all their belongings. Neither one of them knew anyone else in the room so it was of the utmost importance to pack quickly but also to do it quietly. However the sheer amount of drug paraphernalia, glass bottles, beer cans and foot containers would make that most difficult to do. Like a mouse trying to creep through a field of sleepy snakes, the Titan Brothers would have to make slowly and carefully. Luckily both brothers spent most of their lives as criminals, so sneaking out of a room came as second nature. But trying not to break a code of silence was much more difficult. Fully dressed and their clothes packed, Tyrone and Jake slowly got out of the room and they ran down the hall towards the elevators.
Their little escape was successful and both Jake and Tyrone would be gone soon. But one thing still bothered APW’s Original Gangsta. “Okay, you dodged me last time. But how did you find me? Of all places, how did we catch up? I seriously don’t remember how I ran into your pathetic ass.”
“Oh that’s easy, you were drinking at a bar titty bar last night after your match. Against all odds I was visiting the same one. Why do you ask?”
“No real reason. Just a lot of things were blur after my match at Mayhem man, ya know? I’m still pretty freaking psyched up over the big ass win over Iron Nightmare. I just want them to know this: You couldn’t win the Tag Team Titles as GoochVille, you couldn’t win the North American Championship and you couldn’t beat us. Now you two fucked your future and you two will get forgotten about while me and Leon will go on to success. You know that feeling in your throat? That would be MY dick, and it’s forcing you to swallow your pride. ” Pride: That is a hard pillow for anyone to swallow, rather it be Jake Titan & Leon Roberts or Niobe “The Nightmare” Martin and Tommy Knox.
“And I’ll tell you this; I got me a show in Santiago, Chile man. I know you’re probably going to head somewhere else and blow dudes for coke or something. But I and my boy Leon Roberts FINALLY have a chance to get our hands on Foul Play. Those mother fuckers have an epic beating coming to them, they ran off at the mouth one too many times like Tommy Knox and Niobe “The Nightmare” Martin did. Now look where it got Iron Nightmare? They got our feet in their asses for trying to cash a check that was just too fuckin’ big for them to pay. After that win last night, my confidence is up and I know those ass hats know what pride and confidence can do to a man. Pride might be a difficult pill to swallow but if I can knock down two raising stars with cock traps the size of West Hollywood, the Natural Born Killaz ain’t got no problem having to take apart more seasoned guys like Reaver, Jason Kash and Michael Lively.
“Leon pointed something pretty cool out to me, it seems that we’ve got more in common than we’re actually letting on. All of us are use one another to get our own ends, I admit, I’m only using Leon Roberts as a paycheck while Leon is using me as a baby sitter. Michael Lively needs two people to stick it in, Reaver was so embarrassed of his name and reputation as Johnny Knuckles came up with a new name and became Reaver so he can always go back to being Johnny Knuckles when he’s on his hands and knees for Michael of course. Then we got Jason Kash, another chump that’s riding of the name of someone more famous than him who happens to have a name that’s like his how: Johnny Cash. I don’t know what it is with Action Packed Wrestling’s Management, but they’re clearly something wrong here. A guy who thinks he’s Johnny Knoxville and another guy who thinks he’s Johnny Cash. Now I ain’t no fan of Johnny Cash but I’m pretty sure unlike the musician, Jason Kash can’t play a guitar or sing.
“Anyways I’m not sure if you know or remember, but some weeks back Foul Play had a match against the Natural Born Killaz. But that shit ended in a draw and no one lost but ain’t anyone won. I ain’t rulin’ out that this match will end the EXACT same way because I don’t care if I get counted out to a draw. Leon doesn’t care if he gets counted out to a draw. I know that you bitches don’t care about fighting to a draw, but just because we get counted out doesn’t mean you’re safe. You chose to fuck with the wrong people and try NOT to be victims. The fact remains this, Foul Play. You guys ARE victims and there isn’t shit you can do about it.
“Michael Lively, I’m thinking you’re the leader of Fowl Play, I mean Foul Play. I don’t know what the fuck happened to you man. You use to be one of the absolute best in this business. But now look at you! You have to scratch and beg for anyone to take you in, just like some sort of diseased homeless dog. But I like this, I read up that you & your man Twister once threw out an open challenge to anyone so Julian Bale and Streets Wilson came out and shut you two the Hell up. Instead of becoming one of the greatest tag teams period, you guys disappeared into nothingness. I’ll give credit to where it’s due and you’re still here. Thing is, you bit off way more than you could chew and you suffered for it. But here’s something that I think was really funny, The White Lion lost the APW Overdrive Championship to Katrina Olivetti. Because of your mistake, you caused a surge of women to come in, become one hit wonders and leave as nothings. This little faux pas yours is still being felt in Action Packed Wrestling today. Aubrey J. Parker, Niobe Martin, Robina Hood, Amy Zing, and Kaylyn James Evans ALL think they have a right to compete in Action Packed Wrestling and inside a man’s world. I ain’t a sexist, I’m just a realist. Because of you fucked up and opened Pandora’s Box, we’re suffering for it still today. Thanks for absolutely nothing asshole. But I could keep going on and on about you for a while! You’re not in this match; I just wanted everyone to know how much of “Our Jesus” has done to us to make us suffer. We will meet in the ring one day Mike, and when that day comes your ass is going to get knocked the fuck out.”
Having gotten worked up, Jake punched his luggage bag to get rid of some stress. The elevator was taking longer than he had hoped to reach the ground floor. Tyrone was still there to listen to his brother.
“Let me talk about that asshole, Jason Kash. Like I was talking with my main man Leon the other day, what the fuck happened to you? Jason Kash use to be the pinnacle of success in Action Packed Wrestling, Hell even Michael Lively was the standard in which you’d measured greatness with in APW. Now look at the two of them, clutching onto other old fossils and attempt to not only remain alive but also to ensure no one forgets about them. I hate to break this to them, but they fucked up. Not only don’t anyone care about them but they’re best days are long since dead. I mean shit man: Two time World Heavyweight Champion, one time Suicidal Champion, and one time Tap Out Champion. Yeah I know Michael Lively has way more championships in APW behind his name than you. But his bitch ass isn’t involved. I just want to know, what the fuck happened to you? Did you give up on yourself and settle for mediocrity? You ain’t ghetto, I’m fuckin’ ghetto. If you ain’t seen the way I live or do shit, you have to be blind. I’m ghetto; I take what I want whenever I want. I don’t know why you and Michael are carrying a turd Johnny “Reaver” Knuckes. But because your ass is dumb enough to think that you’re not only ghetto enough with a chance you be believing you’re a white gangsta, I’ll make sure when I start beating your ass at Meltdown, it’s hard enough to beat the right shit in your head. Otherwise I’ll stomp you skull in and get my ding dong wet in your wife because she’ll be a widow.
“As for you Reaver… you know what? Fuck you, I’m going to call you Johnny Knuckles because you ain’t reavin’ shit! You at no fate weaver and you sure as shit ain’t no soul reaver. You’re just a chump, I know I’m new here and shouldn’t be speaking mad shit like this but you’re a penniless and title less chump ass bitch. I’ve checked all the championships out and you ain’t never one any of them or been involved in a title change. I ain’t sure if you’ve even seen a title match, I know I and Leon haven’t but it’s only a matter of time before we get the Tag Team Championships around our waists. All you are is a leech. Not only can you not become a big name on your own but you need other people to drag you to success. Because you and Jason Kash piss me off so fuckin much, at Meltdown I’m going to make sure I bust your fuckin’ skulls open with a lead pipe. It’s only way you jar squatters are going to learn anything. When you guys are in your comas, don’t worry. Your bitches’ll be getting fucked by winners; their names are the Natural Born Killaz. We be stealin’ your lives, your woman and your lives!”
Like a true rock star, Jake had destroyed his entire hotel room. Brazilian hookers are passed out over a couch, half an eight ball of cocaine is open on the table with a Columbian Drug Dealer passed out in middle of a line, hard liquor bottles littered the entire floor of which half the contents are soaked into the carpet, but we come to find Jake Titan grudgingly waking up, his man thong hugging his ass tightly. It took a few minutes for Jake to remember where he was. His lips flapped as he tasted his mouth and realized that the previous night’s party was really killer. There were more people here sleeping off their hang overs or passed out still from their drug induced haze. A great end to a great night, but now that Iron Nightmare had been dealt with it was time for the Natural Born Killaz to regroup and take on their new adversaries: Foul Play.
The collective of Michael Lively, Jason Kash and Johnny Knuckles… or as he’s now known: Reaver. Coughing up a lung from the other night, Jake nearly threw up on the floor. He side a pair of pants on and dragged his feet along the floor knocking around empty glass bottles and beer cans. Even though he had been in the hotel room for a single night, the room was officially JUST as trashed as he own home was. Noticing the fridge was still working, Jake opened it up and smelled a carton of milk. A rancid and putrid smell came out; obviously the milk was left out for a while and had spoiled over the course of the night. Whoever put this carton back wouldn’t stop Jake; he simply opened the carton of rancid, stale milk and took a long drink. He belched loudly and even let out some of the curdled milk into the carton. It didn’t stop him and he drank some more.
Suddenly his phone began to ring; L.R. appeared on the caller I.D. Jake already knew what this phone call was and what it was about. He simply texted the caller “Not now, talk later.” After making a quick trip to the rest room, Jake stumbled out and tripped over one black man that was sleeping on the floor.
“The fuck…” He looked down.
“Hey asshole…” The man got up slowly, rubbing his ribs. “I was sleeping, why’d you wake me up man?”
“Oh sorry, Bro… when DID you get her Tyrone?” Tyrone Titan, the younger brother of Jake Titan.
Letting out a loud yawn, Tyrone stretched up and moved a bit to start up his body. “Man you know me… after I got that multimillion dollar settlement; I left New York, Brother. My ass has been flying in style ‘round the world, suckin’ fine champagne of the tits of the most gorgeous women money can buy, smoking the fattest fatties that I can find and watching cock fights in the back alleys. Ya know, the same old shit just in different countries. America can get boring.”
“Eh, I guess. I’ve been doing a lot of shit with Action Packed Wrestling, Ty. First I was getting bent over like a cheap whore by Niobe Martin and Tommy Knox constantly getting involved in my matches then our glorious general manager decided that once we had left her office, that the Natural Born Killaz wouldn’t get their Inferno Match, WHICH she agreed to in the first place! Last time I believe a word that’ll come out of that bitch’s mouth. She’s lucky I didn’t just do a Richard Pryor and slap her in the mouth with my dick.” Then Jake reached down for his crotch and cupped his junk in front of his brother.
Not only is that disgusting but it was also embarrassing, assuming that someone else in the room was awake. Tyrone looked at his older brother. “You know man… that ain’t right. I know you’re not liking your boss at the moment because she didn’t hold up her end of the bargain but didn’t you get Iron Nightmare in the right the other night and kick their ass?”
‘Oh yeah’ thought Jake Titan, the sweet taste of victory was still in the air and it was definitely still in Jake’s mouth. Either that or the shame of the night before, but did it really matter? “Hell yeah, Bro. Yeah we didn’t have the easiest road going into Mayhem and even if I called it wrong a few times, the Natural Born Killaz still ended up winning at Mayhem. The only bad thing about that match is that it wasn’t for a number one contender’s spot for the Tag Team Championship but you know what, it doesn’t matter. Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin finally bounced a check their mouths just flat out couldn’t cash this time, me and Leon just put those two loud mouth sons of bitches into their place, on the street corner making me money. I don’t want to see either of those mother fuckers in the same God damn ring me any time soon. I swear to God, I’ll go back to jail before I have to fight them again. We PROVED at a Pay Per View that Iron Nightmare is all talk, if we face them again I won’t even go to jail. I’ll just go to prison for stabbin’ their asses!”
“Ouch, that’s pretty harsh man. I take it you don’t like either one for them do you?”
“That’s putting it mildly, Bro. We fucking hate one another guts. I know for fact if any of us were on fire, neither person on the other team would piss on us to save our lives. I don’t give a shit about them, Niobe can go scurry around and take in her ass for Larry Flint now and Tommy can go back to living in the shadow of Johnny Knoxville. Because I got some bigger and badder fish that I need to fry up.” Jake smiled thinking about his next move.
The day was passing by fast; it was already almost quarter to eleven. If he didn’t get his stuff packed and get going soon, Jake would miss his match on the Meltdown Super Show and flight to Santiago, Chile. Feeling the flames on his butt, Jake moved quickly in the room and started to pack up all his clothes quickly while swearing under his breath. Even though Tyrone wasn’t a part of Action Packed Wrestling, it was a good time as any to leave. Because both men knew whoever was the last person in this room would most likely end up getting not only banned from the hotel but would also have to pay for all the damages done to the room as well as pay for any guest complaints.
The two brothers were working at a feverish pace to pack up all their belongings. Neither one of them knew anyone else in the room so it was of the utmost importance to pack quickly but also to do it quietly. However the sheer amount of drug paraphernalia, glass bottles, beer cans and foot containers would make that most difficult to do. Like a mouse trying to creep through a field of sleepy snakes, the Titan Brothers would have to make slowly and carefully. Luckily both brothers spent most of their lives as criminals, so sneaking out of a room came as second nature. But trying not to break a code of silence was much more difficult. Fully dressed and their clothes packed, Tyrone and Jake slowly got out of the room and they ran down the hall towards the elevators.
Their little escape was successful and both Jake and Tyrone would be gone soon. But one thing still bothered APW’s Original Gangsta. “Okay, you dodged me last time. But how did you find me? Of all places, how did we catch up? I seriously don’t remember how I ran into your pathetic ass.”
“Oh that’s easy, you were drinking at a bar titty bar last night after your match. Against all odds I was visiting the same one. Why do you ask?”
“No real reason. Just a lot of things were blur after my match at Mayhem man, ya know? I’m still pretty freaking psyched up over the big ass win over Iron Nightmare. I just want them to know this: You couldn’t win the Tag Team Titles as GoochVille, you couldn’t win the North American Championship and you couldn’t beat us. Now you two fucked your future and you two will get forgotten about while me and Leon will go on to success. You know that feeling in your throat? That would be MY dick, and it’s forcing you to swallow your pride. ” Pride: That is a hard pillow for anyone to swallow, rather it be Jake Titan & Leon Roberts or Niobe “The Nightmare” Martin and Tommy Knox.
“And I’ll tell you this; I got me a show in Santiago, Chile man. I know you’re probably going to head somewhere else and blow dudes for coke or something. But I and my boy Leon Roberts FINALLY have a chance to get our hands on Foul Play. Those mother fuckers have an epic beating coming to them, they ran off at the mouth one too many times like Tommy Knox and Niobe “The Nightmare” Martin did. Now look where it got Iron Nightmare? They got our feet in their asses for trying to cash a check that was just too fuckin’ big for them to pay. After that win last night, my confidence is up and I know those ass hats know what pride and confidence can do to a man. Pride might be a difficult pill to swallow but if I can knock down two raising stars with cock traps the size of West Hollywood, the Natural Born Killaz ain’t got no problem having to take apart more seasoned guys like Reaver, Jason Kash and Michael Lively.
“Leon pointed something pretty cool out to me, it seems that we’ve got more in common than we’re actually letting on. All of us are use one another to get our own ends, I admit, I’m only using Leon Roberts as a paycheck while Leon is using me as a baby sitter. Michael Lively needs two people to stick it in, Reaver was so embarrassed of his name and reputation as Johnny Knuckles came up with a new name and became Reaver so he can always go back to being Johnny Knuckles when he’s on his hands and knees for Michael of course. Then we got Jason Kash, another chump that’s riding of the name of someone more famous than him who happens to have a name that’s like his how: Johnny Cash. I don’t know what it is with Action Packed Wrestling’s Management, but they’re clearly something wrong here. A guy who thinks he’s Johnny Knoxville and another guy who thinks he’s Johnny Cash. Now I ain’t no fan of Johnny Cash but I’m pretty sure unlike the musician, Jason Kash can’t play a guitar or sing.
“Anyways I’m not sure if you know or remember, but some weeks back Foul Play had a match against the Natural Born Killaz. But that shit ended in a draw and no one lost but ain’t anyone won. I ain’t rulin’ out that this match will end the EXACT same way because I don’t care if I get counted out to a draw. Leon doesn’t care if he gets counted out to a draw. I know that you bitches don’t care about fighting to a draw, but just because we get counted out doesn’t mean you’re safe. You chose to fuck with the wrong people and try NOT to be victims. The fact remains this, Foul Play. You guys ARE victims and there isn’t shit you can do about it.
“Michael Lively, I’m thinking you’re the leader of Fowl Play, I mean Foul Play. I don’t know what the fuck happened to you man. You use to be one of the absolute best in this business. But now look at you! You have to scratch and beg for anyone to take you in, just like some sort of diseased homeless dog. But I like this, I read up that you & your man Twister once threw out an open challenge to anyone so Julian Bale and Streets Wilson came out and shut you two the Hell up. Instead of becoming one of the greatest tag teams period, you guys disappeared into nothingness. I’ll give credit to where it’s due and you’re still here. Thing is, you bit off way more than you could chew and you suffered for it. But here’s something that I think was really funny, The White Lion lost the APW Overdrive Championship to Katrina Olivetti. Because of your mistake, you caused a surge of women to come in, become one hit wonders and leave as nothings. This little faux pas yours is still being felt in Action Packed Wrestling today. Aubrey J. Parker, Niobe Martin, Robina Hood, Amy Zing, and Kaylyn James Evans ALL think they have a right to compete in Action Packed Wrestling and inside a man’s world. I ain’t a sexist, I’m just a realist. Because of you fucked up and opened Pandora’s Box, we’re suffering for it still today. Thanks for absolutely nothing asshole. But I could keep going on and on about you for a while! You’re not in this match; I just wanted everyone to know how much of “Our Jesus” has done to us to make us suffer. We will meet in the ring one day Mike, and when that day comes your ass is going to get knocked the fuck out.”
Having gotten worked up, Jake punched his luggage bag to get rid of some stress. The elevator was taking longer than he had hoped to reach the ground floor. Tyrone was still there to listen to his brother.
“Let me talk about that asshole, Jason Kash. Like I was talking with my main man Leon the other day, what the fuck happened to you? Jason Kash use to be the pinnacle of success in Action Packed Wrestling, Hell even Michael Lively was the standard in which you’d measured greatness with in APW. Now look at the two of them, clutching onto other old fossils and attempt to not only remain alive but also to ensure no one forgets about them. I hate to break this to them, but they fucked up. Not only don’t anyone care about them but they’re best days are long since dead. I mean shit man: Two time World Heavyweight Champion, one time Suicidal Champion, and one time Tap Out Champion. Yeah I know Michael Lively has way more championships in APW behind his name than you. But his bitch ass isn’t involved. I just want to know, what the fuck happened to you? Did you give up on yourself and settle for mediocrity? You ain’t ghetto, I’m fuckin’ ghetto. If you ain’t seen the way I live or do shit, you have to be blind. I’m ghetto; I take what I want whenever I want. I don’t know why you and Michael are carrying a turd Johnny “Reaver” Knuckes. But because your ass is dumb enough to think that you’re not only ghetto enough with a chance you be believing you’re a white gangsta, I’ll make sure when I start beating your ass at Meltdown, it’s hard enough to beat the right shit in your head. Otherwise I’ll stomp you skull in and get my ding dong wet in your wife because she’ll be a widow.
“As for you Reaver… you know what? Fuck you, I’m going to call you Johnny Knuckles because you ain’t reavin’ shit! You at no fate weaver and you sure as shit ain’t no soul reaver. You’re just a chump, I know I’m new here and shouldn’t be speaking mad shit like this but you’re a penniless and title less chump ass bitch. I’ve checked all the championships out and you ain’t never one any of them or been involved in a title change. I ain’t sure if you’ve even seen a title match, I know I and Leon haven’t but it’s only a matter of time before we get the Tag Team Championships around our waists. All you are is a leech. Not only can you not become a big name on your own but you need other people to drag you to success. Because you and Jason Kash piss me off so fuckin much, at Meltdown I’m going to make sure I bust your fuckin’ skulls open with a lead pipe. It’s only way you jar squatters are going to learn anything. When you guys are in your comas, don’t worry. Your bitches’ll be getting fucked by winners; their names are the Natural Born Killaz. We be stealin’ your lives, your woman and your lives!”
