01-26-2007, 03:01 AM
"What...WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Whirling around, Spop stared down the hastily retreating Namek boy. Snatching the mic up from the floor, the bald wrestler opened up a verbal can of whup ass.
"Running like the little bitch, aren't you? That all you got? You only know how to get a hit in from behind? That's ok. You keep on going. I was gonna go easy on your punk ass, but now you made me good and angry. That's right. It's on now, bitch. When I'm done with you, you'll need a colostomy bag from my size 12 ripping your asshole wide open!"
Whirling around, Spop stared down the hastily retreating Namek boy. Snatching the mic up from the floor, the bald wrestler opened up a verbal can of whup ass.
"Running like the little bitch, aren't you? That all you got? You only know how to get a hit in from behind? That's ok. You keep on going. I was gonna go easy on your punk ass, but now you made me good and angry. That's right. It's on now, bitch. When I'm done with you, you'll need a colostomy bag from my size 12 ripping your asshole wide open!"