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Sept 3, 2016 7:35:21 GMT -5
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Post by jasoncash on Sept 3, 2016 7:35:21 GMT -5
It was warm. Hell it was a hot Mississippi summer night. Clouds blanketed the sky. The humidity was enough to warrant suicide. That usually meant that there was a tornado somewhere, but not here at the Smokey Biscuit.
A tall, beast of a man stood outside. A cigar hung from a mouth that was shaded by a large hat. The man wore all black, which wasn't advised I the heat.
This man was Darkness. You see Darkness was a founding member of Zero Tolerance. He stood seven feet tall. He was a monster. He destroyed foes as part of ZT. That all changed about seven years ago. He was Erik Blacks best friend. They were tag partners and holding down a separate show from Jaymz and Crazy J. But one night, that all changed. He turned on Erik, beating him down in the locker room. He turned on ZT and disappeared only to show up a year or so later, trying to take down Zero Tolerance. Erik had thought Darkness was dead from drowning. Erik was obviously wrong.
Smoke covered every area of The Smokey Biscuit. Jason sat at the bar in his usual spot. He wore his black cowboy hay, jeans, and a white t-shirt.
The bar wasn't very crowded on this night. It probably had something to do with the weather. Most people knew not to be out and about when the humidity was this bad. There were only a few men and only a few more women. All looked rough.
" This one is fer you buddy!", Jason said as he held a beer up. He was talking about Crazy J who had lost the love of his life at Revenge during the hardcore title match. Jason drank down the beer, slamming the bottle down.
The bartender, Moe, who was a short balding man popped the top on another one and sat it down ij from of Jason.
" Yall know that was just a doll, right?", he asked as Jason took a drink. Jason nodded. "Yup...but he don't. He thanks she was real. Poor boy is hurtin.", Jason answered. Moe shook his head. "I can't imagine.", he said.
Jason took another drink as Moe poured a shot of whiskey for a homely looking biker chick down the bar.
" Hows the family?", Moe asked as he walked back to Jason. Jason Cash smiled a very large smile. "They perty damn great man. Zoey startin pre-school.", Jason answered. Moe looked shocked. "I aint seen that girl since she was a baby.", Moe said with a smile. Jason nodded. "She gettin big man. She already damn near four feet tall. She a hand full.", Jason answered.
" Jason Cash", came a deep voice from behind them Jason grinned. "Darkness.", he said out loud.
Jason turned around on his stool. " The hell you doin here?", Jason asked. A smiled formed beneath the black hat that caused a shadow over the giants face. " Business.", Darkness said. Jason only laughed. Biness? You plan on on stab in some damn body else in the back?", Jason asked. "Stabbing..yes.", Darkness grinned
Jason was booted in the face. He fell off the stool. In no time, Darkness was on top of him.....
.........The Black Garden....
Jason woke up to immense heat. A black sun hung high in a blood red sky. Wolves, if the were wolves, howled loudly as if they were on the hunt. Crows circled over head. Our hillbilly hero gulped.
"Fear...", came a voice much deeper than any one person's voice should be. Jason looked to his right. There, kneeling beneath a black tree, was Sin.
Sin was also a former member of Zero Tolerance. He was a monster even though he was only about six feet tall. His face was painted in a shadow smile and his long hair hung over his face. While he was a monster in the ring, he was much more than that. Sin was the taker of souls. He'd been there to take Jaymzs daughter. He was the leader of Hells armies. He was the physical embodiment of fear. When Sin was around, things were never good. And things weren't good for Jason. This was Sin's black garden...A place of torture. No one ever came away from the garden the same as they went in. Most came out as mere vegetable with no capability of thought or taking care of themselves.
Jason gulped again. "Fear? I aint scared of a sumbitch walkin.", Jason said as he tried to smile. Sin got up from his kneeling position. His eyes swirled in a milky white color. He half floated/ half walked to Jason.
"Fear...I taste it in the air."
Jason put his hands up, ready to fight. He knew, of course, that fighting Sin would be a futile effort...especially in the black Garden. Sin was strongest there. Sin smiled an evil smile.
"Fear. So sweet."
Jason was scared but not terrified. He'd fight for his life. He had a family. "The hell you talkin bout?", he asked. Sins feet landed on the ground. His eyes stopped swirling. But that bone tingling grin still held its place.
"WCF. It's full of fear. Sweet. Sweet. Fear. You have Adrian Archer. A man afraid to act on his own. He ran away from Salem and yourself because he fears you", Sin spoke.
Jason thought as much. Archer ran like a bitch at Revenge. He'd talked himself up, bout when it came down to it, Archer was nothing more than a bitch. " Tell me somethin I dont damn it know. That dude ran off like he was a bitch.", Jason said matter of factly.
"Captain WCF. Fear runs rampant..but fear of what? Fear of success? Yes. He's afraid to actually succeed.", Sin hissed.
Jason scratched his head, starting to feel dizzy from the intense heat and pressure of the black garden. "I figured that sumbitchd be scared ta realize he's just a normal chink. I mean..he aint nothin special. He just a dumb ass chink.", Jason laughed. He then thought of something. "Whyd ya brang my ass here?", Jason asked. Sin looked at him. Jason could feel Sins stare. It felt like Sin was clawing at his very soul. "A warning. I see a dark figure in your near future. Keep your family safe, Jason.", Jason heard Sin say.
.....A dream?....
Jason woke with a start. He was wet from having had cold water poured on his head. And speaking of his head...it hurt. It felt like the worst hangover Jason had ever felt.
He was laying on his back. Moe, the bartender was looking down at Jason while holding a now empty bucket. Our hillbilly hero grabbed his head. "The hell happened?", Jason asked. Moe grinned. " You got knocked the fuck out!", Moe said with a smile.
Moe had been a bartender at this bar for many years. He'd seen Jason Cash clear out that bar many times...but this was the first time he'd ever seen Jason Cash lose a fight.
Jason could only grin. He knew where Moe was coming from. "You catch the ltag of that sumbitchin truck what hit me?", Jason asked with a smile. Moe nodded. "Big ole boy. Dark hair. Didnt see his face.", Moe told our hero. Jason thought for a minute. "That sumbitch was darkness.", Jason told Moe. Moe nodded. He'd heard of Darkness before but he'd never imagined the man was so big.
"Well he sure did a number on your ass, Cash.", Moe said with a grin. Jason grinned too. "How much you want bet I dont get my ass whooped two times in one night.", Jason said with a big grin.
Our hero made it up to his feet. He found a bar stool that wasn't broken and had a seat. Moe poured him a beer. " Why do you think he was here?", Moe asked. Jason didn't have a clue. Darkness was thought dead for years.
Jason could only shrug his shoulders. "Hell if I damnit know. Sumbitch spossed ta be dead and shit.", Jason said. Moe refilled his beer. "I dont reckon he is.", Moe said. Jason took a drink.
" I dont reckon"
Jason paid his tab and limped out of the bar.
...A song for injuns, chinks, and gladiators...
The sun sat high in a cloudless blue sky. Jason Cash was sitting under a magnificent oak tree. He was deep in the woods. There were trees everywhere. There were birds chirping. There was even a swuirl barking at Jason from the tree he sat under. Apparently the little guy was pissed off that Jason was sitting there. Jason was dressed a little different. He didn't wear jeans and boots. No it was much to hot. He'd traded them in for jorts and white shoes. In his had was a guitar. Next to him was a beer. Jason strummed the g chord a few times.
" Yall didnt damn it know I was so damn talented..did yall? Not till I played Shep's song anyway. Oh yes...Jason Cash can whoop whole sale ass...AND he can play and sang with the best of em."
He strumed a few more times before finger picking a bit.
"This here is a song bout Shep and mine opponents this week. I call it injuns, chinks, and gladiators."
Jason started slowly strumming a d chord.
"Ohhhh.. We're zero tolerance..and yall aint. Oh we're zero tolerance and yall aint. We can beat whole sale ass...and yall can't. Oh we're Zero Tolerance and yall aint
Ohh you just a Indian...and we ain't. Oh Yer the tee pee kind and not the dot dot kind. You gone get yo injun ass whooped and we ain't.
You got a belt, we coming for. We gone be knockin at yer door. You gone get yer asswhooped an we aint."
Jason grinned and took a drink of his beer.
" How yall like it so far? We aint done yet."
He started strumming that d chord again.
"What the hell is a Captain Wssff. I wanna know. It dont matter but we already whooped his ass though. He's just a dumbass chink..dressed like a condom. He gone get his ass whooped an we aint.
They he's more than just a chink, but he aint. They da he can whoop our ass but he can't. This condom wearing asshole...might just be able to climb walls..but he gone get kicked right there in his balls. Yer gone get yer ass whooped an we aint.
Who the hell I Dion anyway. Who the hell is that fool oh I say. He say he ain't a gladiator, I'm gone beat him with a radiator. He gone get his ass whooped an we aint.
He say he's the lion tamer. But he just get lamer aaand lamer. ZT done put boots to his ass but he still dont get no free pass. Oh he gone get his ass whooped and we aint.
So what am I sayin here? Oh don't you doubt us my dear. That gone get they ass whooped an we aint."
Cash strumed hard four times before taking a drink of his beer and putting his guitar down.
"I know...that mess bout Tom O Hawk is racist, right? Naw man. Im a quarter Cherokee and a quarter chocktaw. It aint racist if ya Indian..and Im half. Im also half Irish. I reckon that's where I get my fightin side. Being Indian an Irish is a fightin ass mix. That's what makes me what I am...A tough sumbitch. I aint gone win em all. Not a single sumbitch walkin can to that mess... But I bet you what... You gone know you was in a damn fight. You might walk off with the win..but you also gone walk off with a well whooped ass. I guarantee that mess. That's what makes me and Shep a great team. We both be whoopin wholesale ass. Throw J in the mix and ya get a whole nother world of crazy. Ya get Zero Tolerance...and we bad ass."
Jason picked up the guitar and just started strumming a bit..just. playing around.
" Now...yall oughta know that we set out ta hold three belts at the same damn time. ZTs goal is to take over rasslin feds. And yall know we almost damn it there? J only had one damn singles match and that sumbitch already a champion... That sumbitch took out a couple wssf legends ta get there. And me and Shep... We next.
See this comin wssf slam, we takin on the tag champs.. And a sumbitch named Dion Necurat. Two of these sumbitches we done whooped 'fore. We don't whooped the shit outa that damn chink. We done whooped the shit outa Dion. But we aint never faced that Indian. Dont damn it matter though. Be just another dubya in the win column.... Sumbitch just dont damn know it yet... But he will. I tell ya this.. He ain't never been in the rang with no sumbitches like us. We make folks rethank they careers.. Make em wonder if that money is really worth gettin that ass whooped. It's time fer ole tomahawk ta get that feelin. Cap wssf...that fuckin retard already done felt it. His dumbass decided that its worth it. Dion did too.. But I reckon that sumbitch decided he wanna be tough."
Cash stopped to laugh.
"He another sumbitch what changed his damn name. He was a gladiator what aint got no damn arena. Got called out fer bein a bitch... And now? Hell now he dine joined a damn free show circus. Wonder where he got that mess, huh? Could it be that he saw J and Shep callin themselves free show and got jealous? Dont he know he ain't damn it good enough fer that? Changin who ya called domt change who ya are. I could change my name ta Jennifer and I'd still be the tough sumbitch I am not. Callin herself the liontamer aimt gonna make you no less of a bitch, DION. You still a bitch...by any name... You always gone be a bitch. It's who ya are. You a sumbitch what can beat up on weaker sumbitches. That's all ya are. That's all yer ass can damn it do. When yer ass fights sumbitches what can put up a half ass fight? Ya get that ass whooped. You old new ta us though...We done beat that ass already. We beat that ass good too.
Then there's that Cap wssf sumbitch. Retard runnin round in a damn condom lookin outfit. I reckon he's the resident winder locker of wssf. Sure as all hell looks like it. Runnin round like a damn power ranger with a brain injury. Watchin you is like watchin that avengers movie..only the avengers are retarded as hell and spend their time shittin and droolin on theyselves. Also beatin yer ass kinda make me feel bad. Dont know bout shep though. That sumbitch don't give a fuck bout nobody. He crazy. Me? I dont damn it like beatin up retarded folks. I mean...Ill kick a retarded sumbitch right in his balls..but Id rather not.
Ya don’t see this fuckin retard changin his name, do ya? Nope...I reckon he really thanks he's a super hero. Where his damn powers? The only power I done seen that sumbitch have is the power ta get his ass whooped. Seriously... That sumbitch only won one match in the past month and that was the other day. How does this sumbitch even still have a damn job? His ass shoulda damn it been gone months ago. He just aint entertainin... He a damn unentertainin winder licker. It's a damn shame too.... Cause he goin against ZT again... And the first sumbitchin time he got hurt. Same gone happen ta his ass this time too.
And then we have the champ himself. I call that sumbitch the champ hisself cause..Lets face it.. Cap I'm a fuckin retard wsssff cant damn it do it. Ole Tommy Boy. He the real tag champ. Won them sumbitches by hisself. That means he aint nothin ta go easy on. He a tough sumbitch..bein an Indian an all. That means he's a damn fighter. That means this sumbitch aint gone tuck tail and run like a damn bitch like At AT AT did. He gone stand toe ta dam toe an get his ass whooped.
This sumbitch is just a warm up match fer when Shep and me get our shots fer them tag titles. Yea..I'm sayin that mess right now. Shep and me.. Hell any way you wanna put ZT together.. We still the best team wssff seen in a looooooooooong time. We a damn team.. We aitn thrown tagether like Tommy Boy and that damn retard in a condom. Naw.. WE a real team. We know each others strengths. We know what each other is gone do. We also tough as nails. We gone get the tag belts. We gone go through who ever gets ta face our asses for the number one contender.. Don’t matter who that sumbitch is. We gone whoop that ass.. And then we gone take on Tommy and the brainless wonder again.. And they already gone have that ass whooped from this week.. And then we gone do that mess again. Yall better damn it be ready. Me an Shep brangin hell."
He finished his beer, got up, and walked away
A tall, beast of a man stood outside. A cigar hung from a mouth that was shaded by a large hat. The man wore all black, which wasn't advised I the heat.
This man was Darkness. You see Darkness was a founding member of Zero Tolerance. He stood seven feet tall. He was a monster. He destroyed foes as part of ZT. That all changed about seven years ago. He was Erik Blacks best friend. They were tag partners and holding down a separate show from Jaymz and Crazy J. But one night, that all changed. He turned on Erik, beating him down in the locker room. He turned on ZT and disappeared only to show up a year or so later, trying to take down Zero Tolerance. Erik had thought Darkness was dead from drowning. Erik was obviously wrong.
Smoke covered every area of The Smokey Biscuit. Jason sat at the bar in his usual spot. He wore his black cowboy hay, jeans, and a white t-shirt.
The bar wasn't very crowded on this night. It probably had something to do with the weather. Most people knew not to be out and about when the humidity was this bad. There were only a few men and only a few more women. All looked rough.
" This one is fer you buddy!", Jason said as he held a beer up. He was talking about Crazy J who had lost the love of his life at Revenge during the hardcore title match. Jason drank down the beer, slamming the bottle down.
The bartender, Moe, who was a short balding man popped the top on another one and sat it down ij from of Jason.
" Yall know that was just a doll, right?", he asked as Jason took a drink. Jason nodded. "Yup...but he don't. He thanks she was real. Poor boy is hurtin.", Jason answered. Moe shook his head. "I can't imagine.", he said.
Jason took another drink as Moe poured a shot of whiskey for a homely looking biker chick down the bar.
" Hows the family?", Moe asked as he walked back to Jason. Jason Cash smiled a very large smile. "They perty damn great man. Zoey startin pre-school.", Jason answered. Moe looked shocked. "I aint seen that girl since she was a baby.", Moe said with a smile. Jason nodded. "She gettin big man. She already damn near four feet tall. She a hand full.", Jason answered.
" Jason Cash", came a deep voice from behind them Jason grinned. "Darkness.", he said out loud.
Jason turned around on his stool. " The hell you doin here?", Jason asked. A smiled formed beneath the black hat that caused a shadow over the giants face. " Business.", Darkness said. Jason only laughed. Biness? You plan on on stab in some damn body else in the back?", Jason asked. "Stabbing..yes.", Darkness grinned
Jason was booted in the face. He fell off the stool. In no time, Darkness was on top of him.....
.........The Black Garden....
Jason woke up to immense heat. A black sun hung high in a blood red sky. Wolves, if the were wolves, howled loudly as if they were on the hunt. Crows circled over head. Our hillbilly hero gulped.
"Fear...", came a voice much deeper than any one person's voice should be. Jason looked to his right. There, kneeling beneath a black tree, was Sin.
Sin was also a former member of Zero Tolerance. He was a monster even though he was only about six feet tall. His face was painted in a shadow smile and his long hair hung over his face. While he was a monster in the ring, he was much more than that. Sin was the taker of souls. He'd been there to take Jaymzs daughter. He was the leader of Hells armies. He was the physical embodiment of fear. When Sin was around, things were never good. And things weren't good for Jason. This was Sin's black garden...A place of torture. No one ever came away from the garden the same as they went in. Most came out as mere vegetable with no capability of thought or taking care of themselves.
Jason gulped again. "Fear? I aint scared of a sumbitch walkin.", Jason said as he tried to smile. Sin got up from his kneeling position. His eyes swirled in a milky white color. He half floated/ half walked to Jason.
"Fear...I taste it in the air."
Jason put his hands up, ready to fight. He knew, of course, that fighting Sin would be a futile effort...especially in the black Garden. Sin was strongest there. Sin smiled an evil smile.
"Fear. So sweet."
Jason was scared but not terrified. He'd fight for his life. He had a family. "The hell you talkin bout?", he asked. Sins feet landed on the ground. His eyes stopped swirling. But that bone tingling grin still held its place.
"WCF. It's full of fear. Sweet. Sweet. Fear. You have Adrian Archer. A man afraid to act on his own. He ran away from Salem and yourself because he fears you", Sin spoke.
Jason thought as much. Archer ran like a bitch at Revenge. He'd talked himself up, bout when it came down to it, Archer was nothing more than a bitch. " Tell me somethin I dont damn it know. That dude ran off like he was a bitch.", Jason said matter of factly.
"Captain WCF. Fear runs rampant..but fear of what? Fear of success? Yes. He's afraid to actually succeed.", Sin hissed.
Jason scratched his head, starting to feel dizzy from the intense heat and pressure of the black garden. "I figured that sumbitchd be scared ta realize he's just a normal chink. I mean..he aint nothin special. He just a dumb ass chink.", Jason laughed. He then thought of something. "Whyd ya brang my ass here?", Jason asked. Sin looked at him. Jason could feel Sins stare. It felt like Sin was clawing at his very soul. "A warning. I see a dark figure in your near future. Keep your family safe, Jason.", Jason heard Sin say.
.....A dream?....
Jason woke with a start. He was wet from having had cold water poured on his head. And speaking of his head...it hurt. It felt like the worst hangover Jason had ever felt.
He was laying on his back. Moe, the bartender was looking down at Jason while holding a now empty bucket. Our hillbilly hero grabbed his head. "The hell happened?", Jason asked. Moe grinned. " You got knocked the fuck out!", Moe said with a smile.
Moe had been a bartender at this bar for many years. He'd seen Jason Cash clear out that bar many times...but this was the first time he'd ever seen Jason Cash lose a fight.
Jason could only grin. He knew where Moe was coming from. "You catch the ltag of that sumbitchin truck what hit me?", Jason asked with a smile. Moe nodded. "Big ole boy. Dark hair. Didnt see his face.", Moe told our hero. Jason thought for a minute. "That sumbitch was darkness.", Jason told Moe. Moe nodded. He'd heard of Darkness before but he'd never imagined the man was so big.
"Well he sure did a number on your ass, Cash.", Moe said with a grin. Jason grinned too. "How much you want bet I dont get my ass whooped two times in one night.", Jason said with a big grin.
Our hero made it up to his feet. He found a bar stool that wasn't broken and had a seat. Moe poured him a beer. " Why do you think he was here?", Moe asked. Jason didn't have a clue. Darkness was thought dead for years.
Jason could only shrug his shoulders. "Hell if I damnit know. Sumbitch spossed ta be dead and shit.", Jason said. Moe refilled his beer. "I dont reckon he is.", Moe said. Jason took a drink.
" I dont reckon"
Jason paid his tab and limped out of the bar.
...A song for injuns, chinks, and gladiators...
The sun sat high in a cloudless blue sky. Jason Cash was sitting under a magnificent oak tree. He was deep in the woods. There were trees everywhere. There were birds chirping. There was even a swuirl barking at Jason from the tree he sat under. Apparently the little guy was pissed off that Jason was sitting there. Jason was dressed a little different. He didn't wear jeans and boots. No it was much to hot. He'd traded them in for jorts and white shoes. In his had was a guitar. Next to him was a beer. Jason strummed the g chord a few times.
" Yall didnt damn it know I was so damn talented..did yall? Not till I played Shep's song anyway. Oh yes...Jason Cash can whoop whole sale ass...AND he can play and sang with the best of em."
He strumed a few more times before finger picking a bit.
"This here is a song bout Shep and mine opponents this week. I call it injuns, chinks, and gladiators."
Jason started slowly strumming a d chord.
"Ohhhh.. We're zero tolerance..and yall aint. Oh we're zero tolerance and yall aint. We can beat whole sale ass...and yall can't. Oh we're Zero Tolerance and yall aint
Ohh you just a Indian...and we ain't. Oh Yer the tee pee kind and not the dot dot kind. You gone get yo injun ass whooped and we ain't.
You got a belt, we coming for. We gone be knockin at yer door. You gone get yer asswhooped an we aint."
Jason grinned and took a drink of his beer.
" How yall like it so far? We aint done yet."
He started strumming that d chord again.
"What the hell is a Captain Wssff. I wanna know. It dont matter but we already whooped his ass though. He's just a dumbass chink..dressed like a condom. He gone get his ass whooped an we aint.
They he's more than just a chink, but he aint. They da he can whoop our ass but he can't. This condom wearing asshole...might just be able to climb walls..but he gone get kicked right there in his balls. Yer gone get yer ass whooped an we aint.
Who the hell I Dion anyway. Who the hell is that fool oh I say. He say he ain't a gladiator, I'm gone beat him with a radiator. He gone get his ass whooped an we aint.
He say he's the lion tamer. But he just get lamer aaand lamer. ZT done put boots to his ass but he still dont get no free pass. Oh he gone get his ass whooped and we aint.
So what am I sayin here? Oh don't you doubt us my dear. That gone get they ass whooped an we aint."
Cash strumed hard four times before taking a drink of his beer and putting his guitar down.
"I know...that mess bout Tom O Hawk is racist, right? Naw man. Im a quarter Cherokee and a quarter chocktaw. It aint racist if ya Indian..and Im half. Im also half Irish. I reckon that's where I get my fightin side. Being Indian an Irish is a fightin ass mix. That's what makes me what I am...A tough sumbitch. I aint gone win em all. Not a single sumbitch walkin can to that mess... But I bet you what... You gone know you was in a damn fight. You might walk off with the win..but you also gone walk off with a well whooped ass. I guarantee that mess. That's what makes me and Shep a great team. We both be whoopin wholesale ass. Throw J in the mix and ya get a whole nother world of crazy. Ya get Zero Tolerance...and we bad ass."
Jason picked up the guitar and just started strumming a bit..just. playing around.
" Now...yall oughta know that we set out ta hold three belts at the same damn time. ZTs goal is to take over rasslin feds. And yall know we almost damn it there? J only had one damn singles match and that sumbitch already a champion... That sumbitch took out a couple wssf legends ta get there. And me and Shep... We next.
See this comin wssf slam, we takin on the tag champs.. And a sumbitch named Dion Necurat. Two of these sumbitches we done whooped 'fore. We don't whooped the shit outa that damn chink. We done whooped the shit outa Dion. But we aint never faced that Indian. Dont damn it matter though. Be just another dubya in the win column.... Sumbitch just dont damn know it yet... But he will. I tell ya this.. He ain't never been in the rang with no sumbitches like us. We make folks rethank they careers.. Make em wonder if that money is really worth gettin that ass whooped. It's time fer ole tomahawk ta get that feelin. Cap wssf...that fuckin retard already done felt it. His dumbass decided that its worth it. Dion did too.. But I reckon that sumbitch decided he wanna be tough."
Cash stopped to laugh.
"He another sumbitch what changed his damn name. He was a gladiator what aint got no damn arena. Got called out fer bein a bitch... And now? Hell now he dine joined a damn free show circus. Wonder where he got that mess, huh? Could it be that he saw J and Shep callin themselves free show and got jealous? Dont he know he ain't damn it good enough fer that? Changin who ya called domt change who ya are. I could change my name ta Jennifer and I'd still be the tough sumbitch I am not. Callin herself the liontamer aimt gonna make you no less of a bitch, DION. You still a bitch...by any name... You always gone be a bitch. It's who ya are. You a sumbitch what can beat up on weaker sumbitches. That's all ya are. That's all yer ass can damn it do. When yer ass fights sumbitches what can put up a half ass fight? Ya get that ass whooped. You old new ta us though...We done beat that ass already. We beat that ass good too.
Then there's that Cap wssf sumbitch. Retard runnin round in a damn condom lookin outfit. I reckon he's the resident winder locker of wssf. Sure as all hell looks like it. Runnin round like a damn power ranger with a brain injury. Watchin you is like watchin that avengers movie..only the avengers are retarded as hell and spend their time shittin and droolin on theyselves. Also beatin yer ass kinda make me feel bad. Dont know bout shep though. That sumbitch don't give a fuck bout nobody. He crazy. Me? I dont damn it like beatin up retarded folks. I mean...Ill kick a retarded sumbitch right in his balls..but Id rather not.
Ya don’t see this fuckin retard changin his name, do ya? Nope...I reckon he really thanks he's a super hero. Where his damn powers? The only power I done seen that sumbitch have is the power ta get his ass whooped. Seriously... That sumbitch only won one match in the past month and that was the other day. How does this sumbitch even still have a damn job? His ass shoulda damn it been gone months ago. He just aint entertainin... He a damn unentertainin winder licker. It's a damn shame too.... Cause he goin against ZT again... And the first sumbitchin time he got hurt. Same gone happen ta his ass this time too.
And then we have the champ himself. I call that sumbitch the champ hisself cause..Lets face it.. Cap I'm a fuckin retard wsssff cant damn it do it. Ole Tommy Boy. He the real tag champ. Won them sumbitches by hisself. That means he aint nothin ta go easy on. He a tough sumbitch..bein an Indian an all. That means he's a damn fighter. That means this sumbitch aint gone tuck tail and run like a damn bitch like At AT AT did. He gone stand toe ta dam toe an get his ass whooped.
This sumbitch is just a warm up match fer when Shep and me get our shots fer them tag titles. Yea..I'm sayin that mess right now. Shep and me.. Hell any way you wanna put ZT together.. We still the best team wssff seen in a looooooooooong time. We a damn team.. We aitn thrown tagether like Tommy Boy and that damn retard in a condom. Naw.. WE a real team. We know each others strengths. We know what each other is gone do. We also tough as nails. We gone get the tag belts. We gone go through who ever gets ta face our asses for the number one contender.. Don’t matter who that sumbitch is. We gone whoop that ass.. And then we gone take on Tommy and the brainless wonder again.. And they already gone have that ass whooped from this week.. And then we gone do that mess again. Yall better damn it be ready. Me an Shep brangin hell."
He finished his beer, got up, and walked away
