WELL IT'S FUNNY YOU SHOULD SAY THAT, BROTHER! BECAUSE I JUST GOT OFF THE CELLULAR PHONE WITH @
Kind Gentleman, DUDE! AND WHAT AN AMAZING COINCIDENCE THIS IS, MEAN GENE! OUR MATCH HAS BEEN CHANGED TO A
BURNING BUSHES MATCH, BROTHER! FIRST MAN TO THROW HIS OPPONENT IN THE BUSHES WINS, JACK! AND THOSE BUSHES ARE AFLAME, CRACKLING WHILE CASTING QUICK GLANCES OF LIGHT UPON ALL THE GOLD BELTS THE TSC CONSTABULARY MANAGEMENT NOW HOLDS, BROTHER!
LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND ASK YOURSELF IF YOUR SELF-PROCLAIMED BEAUTY IS ENOUGH TO BEST THE LARGEST ARMS IN THE WORLD, TOUGH GUY! YOU'RE ABOUT TO HAVE FIFTH, SIXTH, AND SEVENTH DEGREE BURNS OVER 114% OF YOUR BODY, BROTHER! YOUR BURNING FLESH WILL LIGHT THE WAY TO THE ASCENDANCY OF THE TSC CARGO MANIFEST, DUDE!
LIKE TWO PASSIONATE LOVERS ON A CROSS COUNTRY FLIGHT, WE'RE fukkING GOING OVER, BROTHER!