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~~Mister Mystery 17 31707 1~~ · (03-03-2013)

I don't know which one of you is more mentally deprived of reality but to think you should be answering my call shows me that you're both worth at least a small amount of my attention.

Incapable John Madison -- I've already almost killed you in the process of getting what I really wanted; the 24/7 briefcase that Sid Feder never cashed in. When it occurred to me that soft-in-the-head fuckbags like yourself might actually believe I was Sid, I knew I'd have no problem claiming that briefcase and manipulating it from Shane

was almost as easy as leaving you a bloody mess before I threw you away like one of my used, bloody condoms. I'll beg alright; if it means getting your water logged ass in a ring with me I'll drop to my knees and close my eyes so you can take the first shot. You and I both fucking know you'd need it -- but what's so sad about that? -- you'd still come out on the losing end and I'd spill even more of your blood before stuffing your barely breathing body down into the sewer systems from which you birthed.

Big Dumbfuck Leroy -- I'd take both of your whores and shove that weight you're lifting right up each of their assholes at the same time and make you watch me dine on Shit-Kabob all night long; and do you know what you'd do about it? Not a god-damned mother fucking thing or I'd snap your ass like a tornado snapping a redwood tree into pieces. You'll do nothing but sit there in the corner, watch me do my dirty work, and hand me the K-Y Jelly whenever I finally decide to fist-blast one of your dried up wenches for my own added amusement. I honestly don't know who is more hideous -- you or those nasty ass man-like beasts you travel around with. Let me guess; they're both so muscular that they're able to squeeze their ass cheeks together tight enough that your tiny dick actually feels something around it when you fuck them in the ass?

It makes no difference to me whether I'm snapping Madison over my knee or whether I'm hoisting Leroy over my head and casting him out into the fifth row -- I'm getting my contract back next Saturday and there's not a damn person on this planet ((or in space)) who stands a chance in stopping this living train wreck from demolishing his way right to the very top.

Oh and Madison? I'll gladly cash in my briefcase on you as soon as you finally win a scrap of gold in this federation. Just let me know whether I need to wait years, years, or years in order for that to finally take place and I'll mark it down on my-

-no I won't. You'll never win jack shit at the end of a rusted screwdriver let alone a legit piece of gold.

So which one of you fucks will it be on Saturday? Or do I need to wait for some other jackoff to stroll on in thinking they're big shit and finally say the words: I accept!

Threaded Mode \| Linear Mode Let's get this over with. Open challenge to anyone in this shit filled federation!
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