Clean Lucena: The word it's said Bio, let's spread the word.

The Biographer: Weren't you supossedly change? Don't you remember that this stupid things are exactly the kind of things that you were doing before? What exactly would you say to the people... Peter would clean your ass? Don't you understand that has no sense? Well... no sense in the terms of you're actual occupation.

Clean Lucena: They have the right to know the truth Bio. I've change, the former Ernesto wouldn't tell the truth to common people, but luckily that's past.

The Biographer: Thanks god you pay me. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing this shit.


Clean Lucena: Hey yo. You sweetgirl and sack of bones, did you know it? This wednesday? Warfare? Wrestling?

Hot one: Uh?

Skinny chocolate one: What do you mean with skinny yo mofo?

Clean Lucena: Well, let me tell you that you should stop moving your neck meanwhile your talking. It's said that a neck can be broken instantly depeding on some kind of moves due to the bad proportion of the weight around the bones and your shortage of muscular mass. You're lucky I'm a good guy, otherwise I would not advert you. Don't say thanks, you would probably do the same for me if I were anorexic. Even more, send me straight to a center. But I'm sorry I'm not canonized in the close future for the moment. So the only thing I can do for you it's say the statement I've made ten minute ago.

Hot one: Don't put that face Sasha, he's a .

Skinny chocolate one: Don't you know your mamma is a ho, do you, whitey?

Clean Lucena: Hear me, don't be violent. I have a match against Peter Gilmour.

Skinny chocolate one: We know, we're Peter Gilmour fans.

Hot one: Well, I personaly prefer The Dism...

Clean Lucena: Wait, wait, shut up chochona doll for a sec, you, black Daizee Hazee, are you saying me you are a fan of that guy?

Skinny chocolate one: Yes I am, any problem with that, whitey?

Clean Lucena: YOU SMARKS


Hot one: ASSHOLE!

Skinny chocolate one: MOTHERFUCKER!

Clean Lucena: CHEER THE GOOD GUYS, YOU CUNTS!!

The Biographer: Good way to convice people to cheer for you. Weren't you "Mr. Respeto"

Clean Lucena: Shut up.

The Biographer: And saying anorexic to one of them? Not move your neck or you would break it?

Clean Lucena: I was trying to safe her.

The Biographer: And you didn't tell the Clean My Ass line either.

Clean Lucena: They already put me in bad mood, do you really want to receive a punch on your face?

The Biographer: Yes, you really changed. Cheat Lucena would say he would kick on my balls, eye-poked me or some shit like that.

Clean Lucena: Let's go home. If they want to cheer me against Gilmour they can do it. I've say my shit and they would see it on T.V. so it's their choice. If they want to praise that stupid asshole it's their right. But they would not know my statement first-hand by the prophet.

The Biographer: You gave up so early.


Clean Lucena: Hi! As you know, I'm Clean "Former Worst In The World" Lucena, Mr. Respeto The most respectful man that Almeria, Andalucia, Spain has to offer, former inventor of the Spanish Rogue now called Former Spanish Rogue and currently using Metta World Peace as finishing move and from Miami Beach, this humble people pleasant wants to tell you something. You're just the bunch of stupid guys that are on internet complaining about everything that happens on your wrestling companies but then you praised someone like Peter Gilmour that throws derogatory adjetives for no reason, the ones that long time ago when I was Cheat cheer for me and now are giving their backs to me. Well I have news for you, Winnie Dees or whatever name's the kind of people on Jersey Shore shows are named, I already beat once your beloved Gilmour and this time won't be different no matter which tactics I'll use or not because I'm the new man that use man ways to wrestle. And you, with all the respect I profess for you deep in my heart, will hear the statement I wanted to do ten minutes ago, as Peter Gilmour will when the count reach three this Wednesday at Warfare, and in spite that two bitches that I don't want to insult when I clearly have the talkative skills to do it, you would hear it loud and clear, no matter you're smarks or not. You're god and you.. and here it comes the dramatic pause





Clean Lucena: Well, YOU BUNCH OF LITTLE GILMOURS!, I CHALLENGE YOU TO A HANDICAP NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH, ALL OF YOU, 7 vs 1, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!

The Biographer: NO! NOT AGAIN!