Wanna Talk Shit? Back It Up! (Punch, Spoilers)

[saint]

Nathan jumps on the turnbuckle one more time and raises his arms. The crowd is cheering like crazy over Nathan's victory. He hops down and looks down at Punch who was just getting up. Nathan signals a ringside attendant to hand him a mic.

What's this Punch? What does it look like? Does it look like a straight edge dominated you and BEAT you in your own match? That's what it is, bitch. You lost to a "communist". I'be got some advice for ya bub. Don't talk SHIT if you can't back it UP. All i gotta say is....


....What's up now?

Nathan smirks as he continues to look down on Punch, and flips him the bird.

[punch]

Jonny swipes the secondary mic from the Time Keeper's table. Always ready with a some back, Jonny speaks up.

Let's everyone applaud the cakeboy for not bein' all talk. Or then again, is he? I mean, if he was a REAL MAN he'd have taken his win and went on his merry lil' way. But what's he do? He grabs a mic and "tries" to gloat about it. Ya' can't even do THAT right.

I'll tell you what. Since you seem like the kinda guy who enjoys short lived satisfaction...much like you're love life...Here's "What's up now". Independence Day's comin' up in a week. You bring your sweet ass down to the ring, and I give you somethin' a FAGGET like you hasn't had in a while. A lil' TLC. And I DON'T mean Tender Loving Care, as much as I know you probably like being touched by other men. Then when I beat those Mickey Mouse tattoos off you, i'll show how a REAL asshole gloats after a win.

Put THAT in you're lil' straight edge pipe and smoke it, BITCH.

Jonny awaits Saint's response.

[saint]

Wow. Look at what we got here folks! A guy that stoops to the easiest of easy, and makes gay jokes! Lets all applaud this PATHETIC excuse of a "badass".

Shane Camden made the same cracks. He wonders how they got connected. Ah well, he doesn't care.

Listen Punch, your not one to make the gay jokes..prancing around in your leather pants and your low cut mesh. You look 100% queer. I bet all the gays that watch you strip think your a waste of premature, unpleasing, ejaculate. Uh oh, I made some gay jokes. Let me guess..."You said that was pathetic." I could care less. I thought I'd give your stupid ass a taste of your own medicine. And as for the "Mickey Mouse" tattoos, you shouldn't be worried about what's on my fucking arms dipshit, you should be worried about getting your ass beat for the SECOND time by a straight edge.

As for the TLC match. Your on. It's not like extra weapons will save you anyways. No matter what match you offer, weapons or not, you're going to lose....

Again....

because.....

.....you SUCK!

Now go back to your lockeroom and think about how to WIN for once...retard.

[punch]

And you thought all that up on your own? WOW!!! Looks like the Missouri School system isn't a complete failure after all. Unlike you of course. I hear you can't even hold down a job in a single wrestling company. So go ahead and enjoy you're lil win tonight, sugarplum. It's not gonna take added weapons to beat you. It's only gonna take one. Which one? For me to know, and you to shit your pants wondering about.

Jonny motions to drop the mic, but stops and adds another point.

And crackin' on my gear? This comin' from a guy who walks around in tribal underwear. Next time you should at least hit the tanning bed before comin' out. I thought that Stryfe guy was pasty as fuck. BOOOOOOOYAH BITCH!!!


Now hit my god damn music!!!

Jonny drops his mic. As his music plays, he backs up the walkway with a satisfied grin on his face. He may have lost the match, but he won the battle of the minds. He was inside the head of Saint. The fact that he had such choice words even after winning proved it. Jonny reaches in his pocket as if pulling something out, but instead shows him the finger. Jonny continues on to the set and goes backstage.

[saint]

Saint could honestly care less about Punch. The guy was an idiot, plain and simple. As for who's shitting their pants over the weapons...Punch should be the one doing so after he got the shit choked out of him with a good amount of wires.

Saint exits the ring also, with a grin. Punch always seem to run whenever he got the chance to get his final thoughts in, never really giving Saint a chance to pwn the hell out of him. Ah well. He heads back to the locker rooms to meet up with Sable.