Goddamnit you dumb fuck! I was trying to let you escape while you still had, believe it or not, a inkling of respectability left.

When will it occur to that nothing you say is:

1.Funny
2.Insulting
3.Intemidating
4.Of Relevance
5.Not followed by drooling gobs of semen
6.Insulting
7.Federweight material

In fact, the only funny thing you've hinted at is the idea that you ACTUALLY believe you have a chance at defeating me for this title. HELLO!?! ANYBODY HOME!?! Think you fuck stick... think.

Doctor D'Ville couldn't even defeat me for this title, and you honestly believe I would impugn his credibility by letting a walking, talking pink carebear such as yourself do something that he couldn't?

Psst... Kitt, the pink carebear is the one with the rainbow on it's belly, fitting right?

Please give me a fucking break. But let me rewind the tape and make sure I didn't miss anything, because to keep it one-hundred, I didn't hear a fucking word you said:

What in the fuck is this guy talking about? Said:making up fake accounts to bolster your popularity in hopes to push you to victory has already been done

What kind of accounts are you talking about? Checking accounts? Money market deposit accounts? Facebook accounts? @kitthawt4kidz Twitter account? Crushing your stupid skull in on a-count of you being a worthless fuck, account?

OMG! I GET IT NOW!

Seems as if my friend Kitt was ripped off by his heroin dealer who sold him Elephant tranquilizer as he's now so high that he's slipped into the realm of Overly Obese Cocksuckers. Tsk tsk, Kitty Cat, that never turns out in anyone's favor.

I guess Kitt believes that secretly I'm a four foot tall Meixcan who hires a model to pretend being my wife named Hunter Payne; and that on Saturday Savage I'm going to pull double duty, and pull off the acting performance of a lifetime, lay in the center of the mat and pin myself for the: 1, 2, 3, while simultaneously fooling the entire crowd, the commentators and Vinnie Lane as the ref holds my hand up for defeating me like I said I would.

Confused yet? Yeah... welcome to the fucking club, buddy. I'm confused every time you open your mouth. I'm confused as to why you're even still standing here, but I'm mostly confused as to why Vinnie Lane has yet to step in, declare me the winner and banish you to toilet duty with John Black for the rest of eternity.

...Listen...
...You've got tenacity...












...I don't respect that...


Actually I just don't respect you, Kitt. Fuck you, for now and forever after you stupid dogdick sucking future registered sex offender.

Do yourself a favor and go bathe in hot bleach water, though even that may not wash away the faggotry.

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FLAWLESS VICTORY

BABEALITY