Legend you fat fuck

[wifebeater]

Wifebeater stumbles on to camera.

"Alright, I don't know what the fuck is going on around here. This fat fuck Legend was supposed to be in the fucking Nuke Net match, but instead this Doc Martin fat fucker just wears the Legend mask and replaces him? How can he do that? The fucking guy wasnt a legal wrestling in the damn match, so he shouldn't have the fucking title!"

Wifebeater chugs a beer and grabs his crouch.

"Now that we've got Black Panther runnning this joint I doubt we'll get this shit sorted out. Doc will stay the champ and I'll have to battle my way back up the ladder to take back the title that was stolen from me by X. Whatever. They took away my damn commishership, gave it to that nig, and now what? He's the owner so am I gonna be the Commish again? What, is he gonna hold both positions?"

Wifebeater falls down.

"Another thing, if Jammal wins that Tag title then he can't have any power right? That's how its always been. I bet that fuck'll just retire the titles cause he's a power hungry bitch. Fuck it."

WB stumbles back to his feet. He goes to leave.

"Another thing Tom Bergman. You can suck my dick. The only leash I'll be on is one by a bitch in a leather outfit, if you catch my drift. You tell "The Priests" that I'll be looking to sing a deut with them. I'll bring a case a beer and my cane too. You can count on that shit."

Wifebeater leaves.

[Jammall Jones]

Jammall Jones walks up beside Wifebeater.

Listen here you drunk honkey motherfucker. You seem to like running your drunk mouth. Well under Jammall Jones you have to earn your keep. On the next show you are wrestling newcomer Mike Murder.

And I hope he kicks your ass.

[wifebeater]

Wifebeater gets in Jammal's face.

"You're a dumb fuck, aren't you? You still live in the ghetto or do you always smell like shit?"

Wifebeater steps back.

"I have been in every big fucking match in RMW and I've earned more keep than your gorilla ass ever will...let me tell you something. Mike Murder, Mark Murder...I don't give a fuck! I know about 20 different Mark Murder's and I could kick every one of their asses! You bring anyone you want and I'll "earn my keep" by puttin that motherfucker in a fucking coma!"

[Jammall Jones]

You know what? You think you could kick Mark Murders ass.
Well I think you need to prove that.

You vs. Mike Murder AND Mark Murder

Have a nice day you honky cracker motherfucker.

[wifebeater]

Wifebeater looks pissed.

"Which Mark Murder?"

He starts to chuckle, but then he gets really pissed.

"Wait a second you nigger! That is grade A fucking bullshit! Handicap match?! Handicap match my cracker ass! You are abusing your power motherfucker! Why shouldn't I drop you right now?"

[Jammall Jones]

Why shouldn't you drop me right now? Because I am busy dropping you!

Jammall hits Wifebeater with the microphone and Wifebeater hits the ground.

Jammall jumps on top of Wifebeater and begins busting his face with the heavy end of the microphone. Blood is splattering everywhere.

Security and policeman run out and seperate the two. Both Wifebeater and Jammall are taken away in handcuffs.

[wifebeater]

While the cops are taking them away Wifebeater kicks one of them in the nuts, and headbutts the other one in the face. He then spits blood into Jammal Jones face, and runs away from the other cops into the night.