Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2014 12:04:46 GMT -5
Michael Steele walked away from Timebomb the winner of his match, much to the shock of both the fans and fellow wrestlers in Dallas that evening. It wasn't that big of a shock, however, to those who knew him best. With well over a dozen confirmed kills with his bare hands, it was a safe bet that anybody else who knew that information would not bet against a man like Steele.
The next morning, in the bowels of The Pentagon, two men and one woman met this time in the small conference room. Conspicuous by their absence is Director Reardon, who had decided to spearhead the investigation involving the incidents revolving around Steele, and Brigadier General Bell. However, Congressman Jenkins, Director Gill, and Director Jacobs were at this meeting, and it gets underway with...
Jenkins: So who saw it last night?
Both in attendance raise their hands, as the Congressman nods. Jacobs then pipes in with...
Jacobs: And that's not all, sir. He's started taking to the Twitter feeds a lot more. He's starting to call out people. A Dr. Remus Micayle. He holds a Ph. D in Physical Exercise Science.
Jenkins: That's a degree you can become a doctor in?
Jacobs: Apparently. Anyways, the doctor made an open challenge for his protege, which Steele answered. Perhaps not being that dumb, he declined in favor of some renowned beer drinker from Wisconsin. Steele, for lack of a better word, said that this Team Science feared Steele. Remus went on to call Steele a common criminal and himself more patriotic than Steele.
Everyone's eyes go wide with that last statement. Out of everything he could've said to Steele, or any veteran, for that matter, is to question their patriotism, even if said veteran is on bad terms with their country, is a bad idea. Especially one as well-trained as Steele. Jenkins then says...
Jenkins: So what kind of a shitstorm are we expecting from this?
Jacobs: Steele's goal is to now kick, and I'm quoting here, kick Dr. Remus Micayle's disrespectful balls up into his disrespectful mouth and make him eat his own balls.
Jenkins: Wow. Just wow... I don't even know what to say to that.
Jacobs: He's also called one of his upcoming opponents weak sauce, and it seems he's just daring the DOO to come after him. He's starting to get reckless. He's looking for a fight.
Gill: He's starting to get bored. Did you see him at the end of that match? I mean, the WCF is tossing guys at him, and he's just turning these guys into hamburger. That Jayden Thunder guy looked out of it in that match. Probably didn't help he got dropped on his head three times the week before. All at the hands of Colonel Steele.
Jenkins: Well, I wouldn't blame him. I'm sure it takes all the restraint in the world for him to not just outright kill everyone in that ring.
Gill: That's because he's never really been put in any real danger. I figure as long as nobody tries to make him feel he's in danger, he won't snap.
Jenkins: Do his next opponents pose any real threat?
Jacobs: Not really, sir. From what I know, Adam Young's best days are behind him, and Seifer Black Armstrong is reckless and erratic. Armstrong might hurt Steele, but it'll most likely be on accident during a high-risk move. And he'll probably hurt himself in the process. Hell, he couldn't even finish his match with Chase Michaels last night.
Jenkins: I saw that. It was a hell of a match. They went blow for blow, and raised the stakes each time. Reminded me of the Jordan and Bird commercial when they were matching each other shot for shot.
Gill: Yeah, that was a pretty good match.
The three of them smile at each other, before they catch themselves, and get back to business...
Jenkins: So anyways, where are they heading next?
Jacobs: Colorado Springs. Looks as if they might be doing a West Coast tour.
Jenkins: Well, this could be bad. California's not far from there, and there are a lot of Asian gangs there. Triads, Yakuza, Russians, and the cartels operate heavy in the West.
Gill: Reardon told me that the cartels have no interest in pursuing anything with Steele. If anything, being in Colorado, we might want to watch out for renegade soldiers up there. The 10th SFG is stationed in Fort Carson. And plenty of those guys retire around there. There's at least two men, according to Reardon and my own records that would try to pull off a hit like this out in Colorado.
Jenkins: Really? Two of our own going after another one of our own?
Gill: Well, not together, but yes. One of them was trained by Steele himself, before Steele had him booted out for an attempted fragging incident. He might have an axe to grind. A Staff Sergeant William Olivas.
Jenkins: And the other?
Gill: Gunnery Sergeant Finncannon. He's now a CIA freelancer and one of the best snipers this country has ever seen. Has over 70 confirmed kills between both Gulf Wars. He was Force Recon with the Marines before being recruited by Delta Force.
Jenkins: I know Finncannon. Was in attendance when he got pinned with a Navy Cross. I can get a hold of him and make him think better of that decision.
Gill: According to his VA records, he's on several anti-anxiety and depression medications. He's unstable at best. Probably the only reason the CIA uses him is that he hasn't missed. Ever.
Jenkins: Well, have Reardon put surveillance on both men. If they make a move on Steele, then maybe we can snag both of them in one fell swoop. This is starting to get out of hand.
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Meanwhile... in Colorado, the dishonorably discharged William Olivas had been paying attention to the news. At least the wrestling news, being that he is an avid fan of professional wrestling. He had about shit himself when he saw that his old C.O. was in the ring back in New Orleans. How he had wished that damn grenade wasn't a fucking dud when he tossed it into the TOC.
The Michael Steele he portrayed wasn't much different from the one he was back in the Special Forces. He was hard, mean, and cruel to everyone he dealt with. Nothing ever seemed good enough in his eyes. Most everyone just said that it was his way of showing that he cared and how he inspired excellence in his men. A bunch of horseshit was what Olivas thought it was, and it always seemed to him that the pile of horseshit always seemed to pile on Olivas. Hell, the only time he had ever shown Olivas any kindness was when he had initially promoted him to Staff Sergeant.
But now he was coming into his neck of the woods. Greeley wasn't too far away, and Olivas kept a stash of claymores and other explosives handy from his days in SF. Perhaps he'll have a surprise waiting for him when he comes to Colorado Springs in his hotel room. Something that'll literally knock him out of his shoes.
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Michael Steele had a cellphone in one hand, and the steering wheel in the other, as he went down US-287 en route to Colorado Springs. He was given a message before leaving to call a radio station local in Colorado Springs to discuss his matches from the evening before. Another one of those "contract stipulations" that Michael is becoming so fond of. So he bought a burner phone and some minutes.
The show was called "The Coon & Honky Show", which was by far the most racist name ever he'd ever heard, until he found out that the hosts of the show, David Allan Coon and Howard "Honky" White, were making a joke about their skin colors and taking a jab at racism. David Allan Coon was a white guy from Indiana, and Honky White was a black guy that got his nickname in high school for being the only black guy who played the trumpet and getting just about any noise out of his instrument he wanted. Seeing the ironic humor in this, Michael decided not to blow these guys off. He made the call and he got an answer after a few rings. The line went directly to the booth, as he heard Coon say...
Coon: Is this Michael Steele from the WCF?
Michael: It is.
Honky: Welcome to the Coon and Honky show. You know how this works?
Michael: Not really. I figure you guys shoot me some questions, and I answer them?
Coon: Pretty much, but we are going to make an emphasis on some of the racial comments that made it on YouTube that you said during your last interview with Hank Brown.
Michael was about to hang up the phone. This is going to be a huge mistake...
Honky: Don't worry about it. If you can laugh at the absurdity of this, it will put you in a better light. After all, we think Jordan Caliban is an emo fag, too.
Michael: Great to know.
Coon: And for the record, I'm more preferential to calling them hamper heads. You know, because of the laundry...
Michael: I get it.
Honky: Okay, we go live in three, two, one...
Coon: Hello fans, and welcome live to the Coon and Honky Show! And on the phone, we've got Michael Steele, fresh off a major four-way victory over Jayden Thunder, James Fatel, and the heavy favorite going into this match, Benjamin Atreyu.
Honky: I gots to admit, I was a bit shocked at the outcome of da match. I mean, Benjamin Atreyu, da boy jus' got hisself a victory over Jason Price, and dat one bad mo'fo, you feelin' me?
Coon: You betcha. I figured he had this one in the bag himself, but Michael Steele just dropped that guy on his head, and that was it for his evening. You dig, homie? So how did it feel when you won that match?
Michael: I was glad for the match to be over. I was getting bored.
Honky: You mean to tell me dat you gots bored up in that match? I mean, it looked as though for a minute there dat homeboy Atreyu's about to stuff his hand up in yo' ass. And you got bored?
Michael: All I've wanted since I came into the WCF is to be presented with a challenge. The WCF has failed in that mission. I was expecting more out of Atreyu myself. Maybe he blew himself up when he fought Price, just like Jayden didn't come into the match at 100%. That was obvious when I saw him in the ring. About the only guy who seemed to give a shit in that ring was James Fatel. Too bad that boy can't wrestle worth a damn. But in all, the match was a joke.
Coon: Tell us how you really feel there, guy. Don't hold back, especially with the new YouTube video where you go off on a racial tirade.
Michael: All I got to say on that is First Amendment. If you don't like it, I don't give a shit. And besides, its not like Fatel took offense to it at all. Hell, as nuts as he is, he's probably calling his own people that to their face. Ain't no different when black people call each other "Nigga", whatever the fuck that means. So Honky, is that your people's way of taking it back?
Honky: You'se lucky you on the damn phone, or I'd whoop dat ass...
Michael: I'd just love to see your cracker-ass try. See? I'm taking cracker back... Just like y'all took back that other word.
Coon: But camel-jockey? Come on! Why couldn't you have been more original? Like hamper-head?
Michael: Here's my bottom line. I'm an equal opportunist. I hate everyone the same. I don't give a shit if you're black, brown, yellow, red, green, pink, purple, or white, I'll kick the living shit out of anyone put in front of me. You know what? I'm going to take one of those back. Fuck purple people. They can eat a dick.
Both Honky and Coon get a laugh out of the last statement, as Coon directs the conversation to the next topic...
Coon: Now that we got that out of the way, our own racist, Mr. Michael Steele will face off next against Adam Young, who may be the only man in WCF that is hated more than even Steele, and Seifer Black Armstrong. What are you thinking, Honky?
Honky: Adam Young's best days are behind him. He a shell of a man he once wuz. Boy ain't gots no business in that ring! His boys done got their ass whooped, and he ain't takin' no credit for dey bein' trained like shit! The only mo'fo in this match who even gots a chance is Seifer Black Armstrong. Dat is if he can hold his shit together!
Coon: Well I feel that Michael's chances in this next match are pretty good. Seifer just got done with a wonderful match that may have stolen the show, but that match also took a lot out of him. Both him and Chase Michaels had to be carted away after they both went high-risk. I think that might be the downfall for Black Armstrong. As for Adam Young, he's still wrestling? Jeez, they'll let anybody in the WCF now. Especially racist assholes like that Michael Steele guy...
Michael gets a slight chuckle out of the excessive sarcasm from Coon, but he lets him continue...
Coon: I mean, when's the last time he held a title? 2008? Has he ever held a singles title? My prognosis for this one is Michael Steele crushes these guys in a squash match. How do you feel about it, Michael?
Michael: Well, I feel pretty good about my chances. And I have the same feelings about Seifer as both of you. He will provide my biggest challenge of the evening, but I don't know if he'll be 100% coming into the match. I'll have to keep that in mind. It probably won't stop him from doing something crazy or stupid if he thinks it'll win the match, so I just have to wait for him to screw up.
As for Adam Young, I've dealt with him before. Saw how he handled his team. The man has the attention span of a hamster, then loses his goddamn mind when he's the one to blame for any SNAFU that occurs. And he's a tag specialist, which means to me he can't hang in the ring by himself. And to top it all off, he's an asshole. An unwiped asshole, at that. And it will be my great pleasure to kick the shit out of him come Sunday in Colorado Springs.
Coon: Anything else you want to add?
Michael: I'm sure you guys follow that Twitter bullshit pretty close, so I'll go ahead and say this to that asshat that calls himself a Doctor. I fought for this country for 10 of my best years. I've seen things that would make your faggy stomach turn and your eyes explode. I've done things that make a man stay up all night for fifteen years straight, just thinking if there could've been another way. I've made sacrifices that you could never fathom, and you call yourself a bigger patriot than me? Well, all I've got to ask is can I buy some pot from you?
Coon and Honky get a laugh out of this, but Michael continues to talk...
Michael: I can respect the fact that you've dedicated your life to the pursuits that you have, but they don't mean nothing until you really put them to the test. And when I say test, I mean life or death. I've had to fight for my life with my bare hands, and so far, I'm still number one. So if you want to apply your "science" to me and see how you fare, well I'm not too far away. Or haven't you got the balls to take on a real challenge?
Honky: Yeah, bitch!
Coon: Strong words to the current United States Champion right there! Speaking of titles...
Michael: If I win the Internet Title, I'm selling it to Al Gore for hookers and blow. End of story.
Coon: And they say this man doesn't have a sense of humor. Well, that's all for this segment of the Coon and Honky Show. Stay tuned for more sports news in the Rocky Mountain Area...
The next morning, in the bowels of The Pentagon, two men and one woman met this time in the small conference room. Conspicuous by their absence is Director Reardon, who had decided to spearhead the investigation involving the incidents revolving around Steele, and Brigadier General Bell. However, Congressman Jenkins, Director Gill, and Director Jacobs were at this meeting, and it gets underway with...
Jenkins: So who saw it last night?
Both in attendance raise their hands, as the Congressman nods. Jacobs then pipes in with...
Jacobs: And that's not all, sir. He's started taking to the Twitter feeds a lot more. He's starting to call out people. A Dr. Remus Micayle. He holds a Ph. D in Physical Exercise Science.
Jenkins: That's a degree you can become a doctor in?
Jacobs: Apparently. Anyways, the doctor made an open challenge for his protege, which Steele answered. Perhaps not being that dumb, he declined in favor of some renowned beer drinker from Wisconsin. Steele, for lack of a better word, said that this Team Science feared Steele. Remus went on to call Steele a common criminal and himself more patriotic than Steele.
Everyone's eyes go wide with that last statement. Out of everything he could've said to Steele, or any veteran, for that matter, is to question their patriotism, even if said veteran is on bad terms with their country, is a bad idea. Especially one as well-trained as Steele. Jenkins then says...
Jenkins: So what kind of a shitstorm are we expecting from this?
Jacobs: Steele's goal is to now kick, and I'm quoting here, kick Dr. Remus Micayle's disrespectful balls up into his disrespectful mouth and make him eat his own balls.
Jenkins: Wow. Just wow... I don't even know what to say to that.
Jacobs: He's also called one of his upcoming opponents weak sauce, and it seems he's just daring the DOO to come after him. He's starting to get reckless. He's looking for a fight.
Gill: He's starting to get bored. Did you see him at the end of that match? I mean, the WCF is tossing guys at him, and he's just turning these guys into hamburger. That Jayden Thunder guy looked out of it in that match. Probably didn't help he got dropped on his head three times the week before. All at the hands of Colonel Steele.
Jenkins: Well, I wouldn't blame him. I'm sure it takes all the restraint in the world for him to not just outright kill everyone in that ring.
Gill: That's because he's never really been put in any real danger. I figure as long as nobody tries to make him feel he's in danger, he won't snap.
Jenkins: Do his next opponents pose any real threat?
Jacobs: Not really, sir. From what I know, Adam Young's best days are behind him, and Seifer Black Armstrong is reckless and erratic. Armstrong might hurt Steele, but it'll most likely be on accident during a high-risk move. And he'll probably hurt himself in the process. Hell, he couldn't even finish his match with Chase Michaels last night.
Jenkins: I saw that. It was a hell of a match. They went blow for blow, and raised the stakes each time. Reminded me of the Jordan and Bird commercial when they were matching each other shot for shot.
Gill: Yeah, that was a pretty good match.
The three of them smile at each other, before they catch themselves, and get back to business...
Jenkins: So anyways, where are they heading next?
Jacobs: Colorado Springs. Looks as if they might be doing a West Coast tour.
Jenkins: Well, this could be bad. California's not far from there, and there are a lot of Asian gangs there. Triads, Yakuza, Russians, and the cartels operate heavy in the West.
Gill: Reardon told me that the cartels have no interest in pursuing anything with Steele. If anything, being in Colorado, we might want to watch out for renegade soldiers up there. The 10th SFG is stationed in Fort Carson. And plenty of those guys retire around there. There's at least two men, according to Reardon and my own records that would try to pull off a hit like this out in Colorado.
Jenkins: Really? Two of our own going after another one of our own?
Gill: Well, not together, but yes. One of them was trained by Steele himself, before Steele had him booted out for an attempted fragging incident. He might have an axe to grind. A Staff Sergeant William Olivas.
Jenkins: And the other?
Gill: Gunnery Sergeant Finncannon. He's now a CIA freelancer and one of the best snipers this country has ever seen. Has over 70 confirmed kills between both Gulf Wars. He was Force Recon with the Marines before being recruited by Delta Force.
Jenkins: I know Finncannon. Was in attendance when he got pinned with a Navy Cross. I can get a hold of him and make him think better of that decision.
Gill: According to his VA records, he's on several anti-anxiety and depression medications. He's unstable at best. Probably the only reason the CIA uses him is that he hasn't missed. Ever.
Jenkins: Well, have Reardon put surveillance on both men. If they make a move on Steele, then maybe we can snag both of them in one fell swoop. This is starting to get out of hand.
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Meanwhile... in Colorado, the dishonorably discharged William Olivas had been paying attention to the news. At least the wrestling news, being that he is an avid fan of professional wrestling. He had about shit himself when he saw that his old C.O. was in the ring back in New Orleans. How he had wished that damn grenade wasn't a fucking dud when he tossed it into the TOC.
The Michael Steele he portrayed wasn't much different from the one he was back in the Special Forces. He was hard, mean, and cruel to everyone he dealt with. Nothing ever seemed good enough in his eyes. Most everyone just said that it was his way of showing that he cared and how he inspired excellence in his men. A bunch of horseshit was what Olivas thought it was, and it always seemed to him that the pile of horseshit always seemed to pile on Olivas. Hell, the only time he had ever shown Olivas any kindness was when he had initially promoted him to Staff Sergeant.
But now he was coming into his neck of the woods. Greeley wasn't too far away, and Olivas kept a stash of claymores and other explosives handy from his days in SF. Perhaps he'll have a surprise waiting for him when he comes to Colorado Springs in his hotel room. Something that'll literally knock him out of his shoes.
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Michael Steele had a cellphone in one hand, and the steering wheel in the other, as he went down US-287 en route to Colorado Springs. He was given a message before leaving to call a radio station local in Colorado Springs to discuss his matches from the evening before. Another one of those "contract stipulations" that Michael is becoming so fond of. So he bought a burner phone and some minutes.
The show was called "The Coon & Honky Show", which was by far the most racist name ever he'd ever heard, until he found out that the hosts of the show, David Allan Coon and Howard "Honky" White, were making a joke about their skin colors and taking a jab at racism. David Allan Coon was a white guy from Indiana, and Honky White was a black guy that got his nickname in high school for being the only black guy who played the trumpet and getting just about any noise out of his instrument he wanted. Seeing the ironic humor in this, Michael decided not to blow these guys off. He made the call and he got an answer after a few rings. The line went directly to the booth, as he heard Coon say...
Coon: Is this Michael Steele from the WCF?
Michael: It is.
Honky: Welcome to the Coon and Honky show. You know how this works?
Michael: Not really. I figure you guys shoot me some questions, and I answer them?
Coon: Pretty much, but we are going to make an emphasis on some of the racial comments that made it on YouTube that you said during your last interview with Hank Brown.
Michael was about to hang up the phone. This is going to be a huge mistake...
Honky: Don't worry about it. If you can laugh at the absurdity of this, it will put you in a better light. After all, we think Jordan Caliban is an emo fag, too.
Michael: Great to know.
Coon: And for the record, I'm more preferential to calling them hamper heads. You know, because of the laundry...
Michael: I get it.
Honky: Okay, we go live in three, two, one...
Coon: Hello fans, and welcome live to the Coon and Honky Show! And on the phone, we've got Michael Steele, fresh off a major four-way victory over Jayden Thunder, James Fatel, and the heavy favorite going into this match, Benjamin Atreyu.
Honky: I gots to admit, I was a bit shocked at the outcome of da match. I mean, Benjamin Atreyu, da boy jus' got hisself a victory over Jason Price, and dat one bad mo'fo, you feelin' me?
Coon: You betcha. I figured he had this one in the bag himself, but Michael Steele just dropped that guy on his head, and that was it for his evening. You dig, homie? So how did it feel when you won that match?
Michael: I was glad for the match to be over. I was getting bored.
Honky: You mean to tell me dat you gots bored up in that match? I mean, it looked as though for a minute there dat homeboy Atreyu's about to stuff his hand up in yo' ass. And you got bored?
Michael: All I've wanted since I came into the WCF is to be presented with a challenge. The WCF has failed in that mission. I was expecting more out of Atreyu myself. Maybe he blew himself up when he fought Price, just like Jayden didn't come into the match at 100%. That was obvious when I saw him in the ring. About the only guy who seemed to give a shit in that ring was James Fatel. Too bad that boy can't wrestle worth a damn. But in all, the match was a joke.
Coon: Tell us how you really feel there, guy. Don't hold back, especially with the new YouTube video where you go off on a racial tirade.
Michael: All I got to say on that is First Amendment. If you don't like it, I don't give a shit. And besides, its not like Fatel took offense to it at all. Hell, as nuts as he is, he's probably calling his own people that to their face. Ain't no different when black people call each other "Nigga", whatever the fuck that means. So Honky, is that your people's way of taking it back?
Honky: You'se lucky you on the damn phone, or I'd whoop dat ass...
Michael: I'd just love to see your cracker-ass try. See? I'm taking cracker back... Just like y'all took back that other word.
Coon: But camel-jockey? Come on! Why couldn't you have been more original? Like hamper-head?
Michael: Here's my bottom line. I'm an equal opportunist. I hate everyone the same. I don't give a shit if you're black, brown, yellow, red, green, pink, purple, or white, I'll kick the living shit out of anyone put in front of me. You know what? I'm going to take one of those back. Fuck purple people. They can eat a dick.
Both Honky and Coon get a laugh out of the last statement, as Coon directs the conversation to the next topic...
Coon: Now that we got that out of the way, our own racist, Mr. Michael Steele will face off next against Adam Young, who may be the only man in WCF that is hated more than even Steele, and Seifer Black Armstrong. What are you thinking, Honky?
Honky: Adam Young's best days are behind him. He a shell of a man he once wuz. Boy ain't gots no business in that ring! His boys done got their ass whooped, and he ain't takin' no credit for dey bein' trained like shit! The only mo'fo in this match who even gots a chance is Seifer Black Armstrong. Dat is if he can hold his shit together!
Coon: Well I feel that Michael's chances in this next match are pretty good. Seifer just got done with a wonderful match that may have stolen the show, but that match also took a lot out of him. Both him and Chase Michaels had to be carted away after they both went high-risk. I think that might be the downfall for Black Armstrong. As for Adam Young, he's still wrestling? Jeez, they'll let anybody in the WCF now. Especially racist assholes like that Michael Steele guy...
Michael gets a slight chuckle out of the excessive sarcasm from Coon, but he lets him continue...
Coon: I mean, when's the last time he held a title? 2008? Has he ever held a singles title? My prognosis for this one is Michael Steele crushes these guys in a squash match. How do you feel about it, Michael?
Michael: Well, I feel pretty good about my chances. And I have the same feelings about Seifer as both of you. He will provide my biggest challenge of the evening, but I don't know if he'll be 100% coming into the match. I'll have to keep that in mind. It probably won't stop him from doing something crazy or stupid if he thinks it'll win the match, so I just have to wait for him to screw up.
As for Adam Young, I've dealt with him before. Saw how he handled his team. The man has the attention span of a hamster, then loses his goddamn mind when he's the one to blame for any SNAFU that occurs. And he's a tag specialist, which means to me he can't hang in the ring by himself. And to top it all off, he's an asshole. An unwiped asshole, at that. And it will be my great pleasure to kick the shit out of him come Sunday in Colorado Springs.
Coon: Anything else you want to add?
Michael: I'm sure you guys follow that Twitter bullshit pretty close, so I'll go ahead and say this to that asshat that calls himself a Doctor. I fought for this country for 10 of my best years. I've seen things that would make your faggy stomach turn and your eyes explode. I've done things that make a man stay up all night for fifteen years straight, just thinking if there could've been another way. I've made sacrifices that you could never fathom, and you call yourself a bigger patriot than me? Well, all I've got to ask is can I buy some pot from you?
Coon and Honky get a laugh out of this, but Michael continues to talk...
Michael: I can respect the fact that you've dedicated your life to the pursuits that you have, but they don't mean nothing until you really put them to the test. And when I say test, I mean life or death. I've had to fight for my life with my bare hands, and so far, I'm still number one. So if you want to apply your "science" to me and see how you fare, well I'm not too far away. Or haven't you got the balls to take on a real challenge?
Honky: Yeah, bitch!
Coon: Strong words to the current United States Champion right there! Speaking of titles...
Michael: If I win the Internet Title, I'm selling it to Al Gore for hookers and blow. End of story.
Coon: And they say this man doesn't have a sense of humor. Well, that's all for this segment of the Coon and Honky Show. Stay tuned for more sports news in the Rocky Mountain Area...
