(04-14-2016, 06:18 PM)Jerkbeast Said: Jerkbeast somehow arrives where ever the fuck Reeve is, gets off his bike, and punches him in the face again.

HOLY SHIT, YOU FUCKIN' WON THE TITLE? AFTER THAT BULLSHIT YOU PULLED? I SWEAR TO CHRIST, THIS COMPANY IS A FUCKIN' CESSPOOL OF DIPSHITS!

YOU BROKE THE WORD LIMIT A THIRD OF THE WAY INTO YOUR PROMO! HOW THE FUCK DID THAT SHIT SLIDE? IT'S ONE OF THE MAIN RULES OF THE FEDERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

IT SAYS RIGHT THE FUCK THERE THAT IF YOUR 500 WORD LIMIT IS NOTICED, YOU GET AUTOMATICALLY DISQUALIFIED! I NOT ONLY NOTICED IT, BUT I CALLED YOU OUT ON IT! YET YOU AND YOUR BRAIN MADE OUT OF FUCKIN' UNFLAVORED GELATIN AND BLOODY JIZZ CAME WALTZIN' RIGHT BACK IN AND CUT ANOTHER PROMO!

FINALLY, AND FUCKIN' WORST OF ALL, NEITHER GIRARD NOR GLADIATOR CAME IN AND FINISHED THE MATCH! IF THEY'RE LATE, THAT'S ONE THING, BUT THEY DIDN'T EVEN FUCKIN' SHOW UP! AND YOU KNOW ANOTHER MAIN RULE OF THE FEDERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP? ONLY ONE PERSON MAY ATTEMPT TO TAKE THE TITLE AT A TIME! BECAUSE OUR MATCH NEVER FUCKIN' ENDED, JAMAICAN JIMMY'S VICTORY IS NULL AND VOID! MEANING THAT THE TITLE IS STILL MINE!

Jerkbeast yanks the title off of the comatose Reeve and waits for what he's expecting to be an eternity: Gladiator to show up and end the match. He thinks back to the night before his title was wrongfully taken, where he went on a bender that caused him to go into a week-long booze coma. Thank Christ that's over.