I'm not fucking trolling you, I'm trying to win the XWF Federweight Championship for fifth time stupid!!! I have a legacy to uphold around here and besides a few of the crickity pricks around here, there aren't too many people that know your's. So, if you think there's something you're holding over someone's head or anything, go ahead, I have an umbrella, yo. Fuck your shit. Fuck your momma's shit, God rest her soul, and whoever it was I was talking to then the other night then. You have a close aunt or something?

Anyway, I'm sorry for just following suit with the rest of the XWF roster about your generic-bullying, trash, trash talk. I must not be the only person that looks at it that way. Maybe you just don't recognize the pattern there, dude. Which is cool, maybe that's how things worked back in the day, but I don't think it's going to fly here. I mean, you remind me of that ass eating hobbit that ran around the broom closets about a year ago. I'll admit, the fucker scared the LIVING CHRIST out of me, but not in the ring, he was a white fraud wanna-be. And I had to say white because anytime I didn't specify he got really, really pissed. Just be glad you missed all of that. Maybe THIS IS what it was like back in day.... Eck.. thanks for the preview, but no-thanks.

Now, before you say anything, I know you just won that big High Stakes thing. Yeah, and whether you believe it or not and whether you think I pay attention to detail, I've been around a while. I've seen plenty of one night stands. I can't wait to see your little, toned, fit piece of ass mashed in the center of the ring like a pile of cow dung that you are.

And as much as it hurt my feelings, I'm a little less worried about how I look going into this and more so about which hand I'm slapping the taste out of your mouth with. I tried being nice, bruh. We could've been work out buddies, we could've seen a few skin flicks, who know? It doesn't seem like you're too interested though. Instead, Calypso's here to show you something that doesn't look familiar to ya. And that's the bottom of a boot.


Calpyso electric slides over to James Raven, hops on the back of his shoulders, does a quick Y-M-C-A thing, and rolls the champ up into a victory roll.