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The Italian Cowboi - It actually amazes me that you are able to win a single match, Maria. You spit so much bullshit second after second, it's ungodly. I can't believe I'm going to waste my time doing this, but I 'm going to breakdown that promo you did, just so you can see how ridiculous and untalented you truly are. “I am now a master of all facets of anal sex. Which is something I know Italian Cowboi, and what kind of name is that? He wishes he was a master of, because once I break him in the ring, he'll lose the ability to fuck anyway other than taking it in his ass.” First of all, no. Just no. Holy shit, my God, no. Secondly, how is being the master of anal sex a good thing? Is that something women actually think men find appealing? I'm not sure what type of men you're into, slick, but any respectable one wouldn't waste his time. As for you breaking me in the ring? Pfft, I'm pretty sure you're going to find yourself being a little over confident in that respect. The only thing you'll be breaking in the ring is my 0-0 record here in the XWF by taking that loss. “If you're missing my not so subtle cues, Cowboi has no fucking shot of winning this thing. Not in the least. I will shove his head straight up my asshole, it's pregaped, and suffocate him with my fucking farts. Or, I will shove your face into my vag until I cum, and drown you in my cum. There is a 99% chance you will get AIDs.” Again. No, no, no. You and I both know that you're hiding behind your dramatic, sex crazed acting because you're the one who has no shot at winning this thing. As for shoving my head up your asshole, I'd rather kill myself. With as many things that have entered every hole on your body, you couldn't pay me enough. If I had the losing this match or sticking my head anywhere on your body, I'd definitely take a loss. A 99% chance that I will get AIDS? Let's face it, there is a 100% chance that I would get AIDS. I'm actually more afraid of contracting some kind of incurable disease from your dirty ass than anything else. “But, you know, not my problem. Not my problem at all, bitch boy. What will be my problem is that after I leave you paralyzed in the ring, and your dick stops working, I will have no place to sit. Such a damn shame.” Bitch boy, eh? That's cute. Paralyzed? Please. Even if you were at the top of your game, you stand zero chance of touching me in the ring, let alone actually doing any type of permanent damage. You do have one thing right, however. My dick definitely stops working at the sheer thought of you. I can't even fathom what's going to happen when I actually get near you. It'll probably slide back inside. As for sitting on it? You couldn't get lucky enough, girl. It's an honor to sit on the cock of a king like myself. “Is Code Red even a factor at all?” For you? Probably. For me, not at all. Drezdin also falls into that category. A problem for you, a joke to me. With that being said, I believe I've said enough, and wasted enough of my time and energy on your terrible ass. All joking aside, come Wednesday you'd better prepare yourself for the hell I am about to rain down upon you. Again I ask: Are you prepared to weather the oncoming storm? |
