Hey! There's my home, the X-Treme Championship belt!

I really wish my boyfriend, Dick of Peter Gilmour, were here so we could move onto the property together. Build a nice little white picket fence, get a dog, enter into 'best manicured lawn contests,' ... then we could get gay married and adopt some little babies to raise!

I love you, Dick of Peter Gilmour. Ever since we first met, when I still lived inside of Maverick's rectal cavity, I knew you were the one for me.

Come home.



The turd pile lands on Unknown Soldier's face while Soldier sleeps. Some even gets in his mouth!


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Soldier kicks out and swallows the fecal matter resting around his mouth. He licks his lips then proceeds to speak.

Unknown Soldier: "Taste like pathetic retirement! This isn't the first time a literal piece of shit has tried to pin me. I recently defeated Shade in a tag match on Anarchy a few weeks ago. Also, make sure you get a prenuptial agreement with Peter's dick, otherwise that mother fucker is going to clean you out dry after he leaves you for Dim's butthole!"