Judas vs Triple D

[Ryan Pugh]

1 rp

[partsunknown]

I do not see why man should not be just as cruel as nature.
-Adolph Hitler

Revolutions in 3D

Wind whips through the nearly empty streets as a lone car maneuvers through the night, the negative seven degrees making buildings creek with age and expansion. The streetlights cast an ominous glow as steam rises from them like a chimney. The silhouette of a figure leans in a dark entry. The orange glow of his cigarette illuminates, ever so faintly, an almost familiar mouth. The figure pulls a drag off of his cigarette and exhales a cloud of both breath and smoke, and then steps into the light.

The leather jacket and torn jeans, mixed with the spiked Mohawk are now completely obvious. Dynamite Davey Dynamo takes a step off the curb and into the street. He doesn’t look to see if cars are coming. He either knows they’re going to stop or is at peace with dying in the street. This sort of reckless abandon is what catapulted Davey to the top of the Wrestling world, and what ultimately led to one of, if not the greatest falls from grace the world has seen.

Davey looks around as the car that had been driving by pulls off down the road and takes a turn using the wrong turn signal. Davey smiles as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He crouches down beside a parked car, cigarette dangling off his pursed lips. He lifts up a metal can, and begins covering the vehicle with liquid. The putrid smell of gasoline nips through the cold night air. Davey walks back to the entry way, and runs his finger down the doorbell system. He pauses next to one button, and pushes. A light flickers on almost immediately following his ringing of the door bell. Davey turns, and begins walking away, pausing only a moment to look at the car parked on the street. He then tosses his cigarette right into the car instantly igniting it into flames.

Davey walks confidently down the sidewalk as he hears someone come running out of the building yelling and swearing. Davey turns into an alleyway and ducks behind a dumpster to escape the wind which had started picking up and light his cigarette. He takes a big long drag off his cigarette and stands up again. Doubling back towards the rear entrance of the apartment complex he had just been standing outside.

Davey opens the door, and nonchalantly walks up to the third floor. He finds the apartment of the man who’s car he ignited, and walked in the already open door. Davey begins rifling through papers and drawers looking for something. He finds a stash of money and begins putting that in his pocket, then continues on his search. He sifts through numerous pages of what looks like tax documents and payroll paperwork.

Davey hears something behind him, and pokes his head up like a startled animal and looks. He lifts his head just in time to duck out of the way of a falling hammer. The man behind the swinging hammer raised his hands again to drive the head towards Davey, but Davey thought quickly, kicking the man in the gut sending him flying backwards into a bookshelf. The books all fell off the shelf raining on the man. Davey then grabbed all the paperwork he could find, and jumps through the window, running down the fire escape as sirens begin blaring on the main road. A police car stops at the end of the alley, blocking Davey in. He stuffs the papers in his coat, and zips it up.
“Stop right there,” the officer exiting the car yells towards Davey as the only other opening to the alley is now being blocked. Davey looks over his shoulder. He sees a low wall down on the other side, but was still 10 feet up. Davey runs anyway as fast as he can. The officers give chase but are no match for Davey’s speed even in the dead of winter on an icy back alley. Davey gets closer to the wall, plants his foot and jumps, but instead of reaching for the top, he plants a foot into the edge of the wall, pushes further up, and then plants one more time on the back wall, launching him up so he could sit on the wall.

Davey sat on the wall as the two officers converged on him. He smiled down.

“Greetings officers. Busy night?” Davey smirked as he spoke to the two officers

“Get down off that wall now,” they called back guns pointed right at Davey.

“I can’t do that officers, I’m sorry but I’ve gotta run.”

Right as Davey turns to get up, a shot rings out. He looks over his shoulder, and one of the officers fall face down. Davey looks behind him, and a man in a suit fires at the other officer. Davey nods at the man, and takes off running over the expanse of park and yards, jumping fences and sliding over the hoods of cars. He runs for several blocks, and then ducks into a small twenty-four hour diner. He sits down at one of the booths, and looks up just as one of the waitresses approaches with a menu.

“Long night?” She asks, setting the menu down.

“You could say that.”

“Start you out with anything?” She asks.

“Just get me some waffles, bacon and an egg and a cup of coffee please.”

The waitress takes the menu and walks back towards the kitchen. Davey reaches into his coat, and pulls out the papers he had snatched from the apartment. He lay them out on the table and starts reading through them. Looking for something in particular. Finally he found what he was looking for, and put it into one of the manila envelopes he had grabbed. The rest of the documents he piled together, and put back in his coat.

“Here you go,” the waitress smiles, setting down Davey’s food and coffee, “Anything else you need?”

“Nope looks good.” Davey smiles, digging in.

The door behind opens and a man in a suit walks in. Davey gets up and walks towards the kitchen. The man follows. As he gets to the main door to the kitchen, a pan cuts through the air, landing square in the face of the suited man. The man drops on his back. The waitress walks in, shocked.

“What the hell is going on?” she yells.

“This man just killed two people. I need to figure out why he’s after me.”

“Let me help you then.” The woman adds, pulling a chair into the kitchen. Davey lifts the man onto his shoulder, and walks towards the walk in freezer. The woman opens the door, and Davey drops the man on the floor. She sets the chair up in the freezer. Davey strips the man down to his underwear, and plops him in the chair. They tape him to the chair, and Davey runs to the dishwashing station.

Davey grabs a bucket, and fills it with scalding hot water. He walks back to the freezer and pours it all over the man’s exposed body.

“GET UP!” Davey yells, as the man squirms and screams from the pain, “What were you doing at the apartment? Why did you kill those officers.”

The man looked up at Davey. “I had to clean up your mess. They could have identified you. You left loose ends that I needed to clean.”

“Well where the fuck was Vance? He was supposed to be giving me information. Acting as a lookout.”

“Vance was an unfortunate casualty. He was expendable. We needed to cut ties with Mr. LaRoc.”

“YOU KILLED VANCE? YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHO DO YOU SAY WHO IS EXPENDABLE?”

“If it weren’t for me, this opportunity wouldn’t even be afforded to you, Daniel.”

The name still seemed odd to Davey, but he knew he couldn’t trust this man with his real name. Unlike his good friend Vance, Davey had opted to give a false name, hoping that it would not be a firm identifier of who he really was. So far it proved successful. The people in charge of this operation only know him as Daniel Vincent. That’s how it’s going to end. The final end gets tied up tonight.

Davey looks at the woman. “Go someplace safe please. I’ll send you some money when things clear up, but you need to get as far from here as possible.”

“Wha-What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it. The less you know the better. Get out of here, call this number when you get settled. I will make sure you are compensated for your inconvenience.”

“Are you going…”

“I’ll be just fine, just go.”

“Ok.”

As soon as she clears the front door and is out of eye and ear shot, Davey grabs something from the shelf. He winds up, and hits the man with a frozen slab of meat. The chair tips over as Davey pummels him with frozen products. When the man is covered in blood and Davey is sure he is unconscious, Davey tips all the flammable products in the kitchen. He goes out back, and wheels in the portable grease trap, and tips that. After he’s certain that everything is covered adequately, he finds a car, starts it up, and drives it as fast as possible into the building, smashing through the wall. Davey’s head bounces off the steering wheel, but only has a small cut. He opens the door and stumbles out. Davey fires up all the gas burners, walks to the dining room, and turns the sign to closed, grabs his envelope off the table, and makes his way back to the kitchen. Davey steps through the hole made by the car, lights a cigarette, takes two drags, and flings it into the building. Instantly everything starts to burn. Davey walks away, shrugging his shoulders and smiling as he lights another cigarette.

Davey gets back to his loft, and throws open the door, and goes to sit in his chair. His phone rings, and Davey picks up.

“Hello?”

“Davey Dynamo?” The familiar voice on the other line asks.

“Who’s asking?”

“This is Ryan Pugh, PCW, New Edge Wrestling? Remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. What do you need?”

“I need you to perform next week. I am looking for more talent and who better to usher in the new face of wrestling than Davey Dynamo?”

“Where? Who?”

“It’s at the Staples Center in Los Angeles, and you will be fighting Judas Dathan.”

Davey took a deep breath, and shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was going to say this, “I’ll do it.”

“Great. Get to San Francisco right away, World War XXX is being held at Alcatraz Island. We need to hash out a contract and you need to pass a physical.”

“Very well I’m on my way.”

Davey grabbed his ratty duffel bag and walked outside. He walked passed a car parked on the street and paused a moment. He drove his elbow into the drivers window, and opened the door. He took off down the road and was on his way to San Francisco

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After a long drive, DDD had made it to San Francisco. He parked the car in an abandoned lot, and hopped a bus to Fishermans Wharf, where World War XXX was being held. Arriving at the Wharf, Davey hopped on a ferry and made his way to the island, and being greeted by Ryan Pugh’s assistant. They walked through the grounds until they got to the trailer that was housing Ryan Pugh’s office.

“Davey, I know its been a while, but are you ready to get back in the ring?”

“Of course, I’ve never been more ready.”

“Good, I’m going to thrust you right in with a match against Judas Dathan.”

“Dathan? No offense, but I don’t need a warmup.”

“Don’t right Dathan off, he won the undisputed title not too long ago.”

“Even a blind squirrel finds a nut. If you want me to warm up against Judas so be it, but I will make quick work of him.”

“Do what you’ve got to do, but know that you are on a short leash. You are not going to be destroying my backstage area every week.”

“Whatever, I’m here to wrestle. I’m not living backstage anymore.”

“Good, I’m not taking any freeloaders with me anymore.”

“We all set? I’ve got some stuff to get to.”

“Yeah, just keep your nose clean.”

“Ryan, you know me.”

“I know. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Davey got up and walked out of the office, and through the changing area, and making his way out of the performer entrance. Davey hopped and ferry back to the mainland, and then took off towards Lombard Street. Having not done any of the tourist stuff in San Francisco he decided to see some sights.

Davey got just a block south and was shocked by the commotion on Lombard. He knew it was quite the tourist spot but he had expected to see just a few people trying to brave the steep curves. What shocked him more though was that Jen, the right hand of Cera was standing beside a car, surrounded by police, buried door deep into a building.

“Judy ya just get back here ya hunk o’ stud muffin. I miss ya.”

She hung up her phone and Davey walked up behind her.

“Hey Jen,” Davey said, a smirk crossing his face.

“Dynamo? Small world ain’t it?”

“Yeah, I actually came out for the show, I’m talking to Pugh about making a comeback. Were you just talking to Judas?”

“Yeah, he is coming back next week.”

“Oh I’m excited to see the little bastard. It’s been too long. Say, ya wanna go out tonight after the show, catch a movie, get something to eat? I’m sure it gets lonely when your man meat is gone.”

“Well I was gonna kick it with Cera-Bear, but ya know, she can sometimes be a bit of a drag. Maybe hangin out with ya would be a nice changeapace.”

“Right, I’ll meet you here after the show. I need to keep my nose clean so I’m not going to be at the show itself. Oh, Jen, you alright?” Davey asked, nodding towards the wrecked car.

“OK, yea, I’m fine n’worries”

The show went off without a hitch, as is usual with a Ryan Pugh show, and Davey waited for Jen, she showed up in a black sedan with dark tinted windows. She stepped out in tight jeans and a low cut tank top. They walked up to a car parked on the street and Davey opened the door for Jen, and then got in on his side, and drove off hastily.

“You look good Jen.” Davey said, struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

“Aww Thank ya much. Ya takin me to a movie?”

“Yeah if you want.”

“Yeah, I wanna see a good romantic comedy. Cera never lets me watch em and sometimes a girl needs a bittaromance in her life.”

“Fine, romantic comedy it is.”

“And ya better pay, I ain’t no scrub, and don’t be expectin ta get lucky tonight, I’m no hoe bag either.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, just two friends enjoying each other’s company.”

Davey and Jen parked the car and walked into the theater, deep in conversation. They exited the theater in side splitting laughter.

“Thanks Davey for takin me ta a movie. It was fun.”

“No problem Jen, wanna go back to my hotel for some room service. We can talk about you, and Judas?”

“Ya sure ya don’t wanna sleep with me?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to, but I’m not the type that sleeps with another man’s girl.”

“Oh ya’r such a sweetie. Let’s go.”

Davey and Jen drive to Davey’s hotel. They go up to the top floor where the penthouse suite is. Davey shows Jen the room and her jaw drops. Davey walked her around the two story apartment style suite pointing out the giant bed, the bar, and the Jacuzzi.

“Judas doesn’t even get rooms this nice.”

“Well being an icon has its perks. What would you like to eat? Anything off the menu.”

“Oh Davey I want a big juicy steak. I love steak.”

“Steak it is.”

Davey calls down the order, and it’s brought up a short while later. Jen excuses herself a moment to go to the restroom, and Davey smiles. He pulls a capsule out of his pocket and empties it in Jen’s potatoes. Jen comes back and they eat.

“So tell me bout you and Judas.”

“Not much ta tell, he’s a sweetie, I think he’s in love. It’s really adorable.”

“Yeah, cute.”

Jen starts to get a bit hazy and rubbing her head.

“You ok Jen?”

“Just feel a bit...under the weather I spose.”

“Why don’t you lay down, I’ll get you some water.”

Jen goes to Davey’s bed and lies down. Davey heads towards the bathroom, and grabs a glass of water. When Davey returns Jen is passed out on the bed. Davey smiled and stripped Jen to her underwear and tied her to the bed. Davey sets up a camera on the table and gets a maniacal grin.

“Judas, you think you’re going to make me your launching pad back into the undisputed title picture think again. You can bring your little Krisis, you can bring your mask, hell you can have Jen with you but remember who has been there before you. Black Elvis had that long before you. I’m sure there were more, and now me. I’m going to have her too. Before you. Every time you look at Jen you’re going to see me riding her, and she’s going to love every second of it. I was told she liked it a bit rough and crazy but I had no idea she was like this.”

Davey moves the camera towards Jen on the bed who looks like she was there on her own accord.

“Now Judas, if you don’t mind, me and Jen are going to get down to business. Just remember that the revolution of wrestling comes to you in 3D”

Davey moves towards the lights, flicks them off, and shuts the camera down.

[Judas Dathan]

The Dathan Factor
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"What's done in the dark will be brought to the light"
-Johnny Cash

They never said being a hero would be this hard, that being loved by the fans would wear and tear on your body for so long. That you'd have to try to please them every turn of the way, and if you fuck up in the most minor of ways, you're done. Thankfully for me, fucking up wasn't part of my nature. I was naturally quick on my feet and was a good talker. I could convince them anything, I could lie to them about anything.

And they out of my fucking palm.

They danced around me like ignorant, little monkeys. It was all that I needed before I started phase two of my supremacy over whatever this God forsaken place's name is. I thought that I could get away with just doing one phase, you know, going out on top. I beat the now former Youngblood champion Kenath Israel in my last match in New Edge Wrestling.

Even I thought I was done. But the fans wanted more, every time I'd go out to eat with Jen, I'd have a horde of fans come up to me and ask me the same question: 'When are you coming back? Why could you never beat Slater? You may be the only guy who can save NEW from Slater.' It was painful for me to listen to these stupid questions. I had just retired, yet they wanted more of my blood and sweat. I'd nod politely and go back to my meal, but even when Jen was there, I felt uneasy.

I felt like less of a man, less of a man for not beating Slater, every time we fought. It killed me, it was like some sort of confidence eating disease that only could be cured after I beat Slater to a pulp and pinned him. That is the only thing I needed in this world to survive. The motivation to defeat one of my mentors.

But every time I think of facing Slater, I think of what has happened to me every time we fought. The vivid images haunt me to this day, the euphoric, warm feeling of the blood rushing down my face and onto him paired with the feeling of relief every time I hit him made for great dreams. Whether I liked it or not, Slater was an unhealthy obsession of mine, and the only way to satisfy this obsession was to kill it.

"Slater has it! Slater has it! The Shockwave! It's over! 1. 2. 3!"

"The sharpshooter! Sharpshooter! Slater has Judas in that hold! Judas has passed out! He's not tapping! This is a fucking injustice! Judas was screwed!"

"No! Not The Shockwave! This match is over!"

"Shockwave, how many times is it? The fourth? Judas came so close, but close doesn't cut it against a wrestler like Slater."

Slater. Slater. Slater. Slater. Slater. Slater. Fucking Slater.

Matt Slater.

No matter what I did, I would always have that void in my career. The lack of a win over Matt Slater. The wars we had were well documented, yet, I had never defeated Matt Slater. I had kicked Slater's ass, he had beaten him to a pulp, and believe me, that felt good. It was like climaxing, as I once said. It was a hard work's prize. However, I had never finished the job. Every time I came so close, only to be laying face up staring at the bright lights as Slater laid on my motionless body for three seconds. Sometimes I wouldn't even get that honor, sometimes I'd be knocked out cold.

In the bowels of the media elite, there was a scheme. A scheme for a man to rise to power as he once did. But he would have to jump through flaming hoops and climb ladders made of barbed wire in order to reach this goal. He would have to kiss ass more than Davey Dynamo did on a Saturday night in prison, but in the end, it would all be worth it. And coming from this man, it would be surprising what he'd have to do in order to get what he wants. He always had a way with words, but there was no getting out of this situation. He'd have to be the best liar since Newt Gingrich. He would no longer be Judas Dathan.

The set of Fox News, the O'Reilly Factor to be specific was the place where Judas started his campaign. Sure, the people who watched it were old, but that's the game I'd have to play. Divide and conquer. I would first turn gramps against his own son, but then his son would see the light. I had two objectives in doing this: winning the Undisputed title again, and defeating Matt Slater. Yet, there was a small roadblock in my way in continuing his conquest.

Dynamite Davey Dynamo

Otherwise known as Total Extreme Wrestling's solution to Xavier Xannon Xanders. Except the problem is, Sloan and Cruz didn't understand that XXX sold tickets and was talented. Davey was absolutely useless at both. His best days were behind him, and his best days were sub-par at best. He won the TEW Continental title, that doesn't make him special. Hammy J won the TEW Continental title. So, here's an equation for you:

D+D+D = Hammy J.

But, at least he managed to try to do something to get in my head. At least he managed to rape an innocent woman who had no business in a war. He couldn't fight me man to man, so he brought a random, innocent woman into the mix, real classy. There have been sociopaths with more self respect and dignity than him...but more on that later.

"Hello, I am Bill O'Reilly here with the O'Reilly Factor, and today, we have a very special guest. An outspoken man, who, I kind of like to believe I'm fairly similar to, that being Judas Dathan. How are you Judas?"

"I'm fine, Bill." I said, a shit eating grin crossing my face. "So Judas, what do you do?" Bill asked, a scowl crossing his face. Just by the way he was looking at me, I could tell this was going to be a long, brutal interview. It didn't matter what I said, this douche bag was going to hate me. "I'm a wrestler. I recently came out of retirement to reclaim my world title and settle a couple rivalries." Bringing the cold glass of water up to my lips, I noticed a single bead of sweat slowly rolling down Bill's forehead. Could I be...intimidating him?

Surely, a mere libertarian wrestler couldn't be intimidating the great Bill O'Reilly? Well, looks like we'll have to wait and see. "Judas, I want you to describe to the fans - perhaps the ones that don't watch your brand - why you're the best wrestler on the microphone." This question took a few seconds to think about. Why was I the best at what I did? What separated me from the Matt Slaters, the Ceras, or even the Davey Dynamos? Simple. "Bill, I like to think of myself as a good man. A man who is honest, and likes to catch the world in the headlights of my justice. So I suppose it's a combination of my honesty and good intention that makes me better than everybody else. Much like yourself, Bill."

Shameless ass kissing count number one. "So Judas, what brought you back to the sport after only two weeks?" That was a good question. It was the question on the lips of everybody who had watched New Edge Wrestling, and a question that haunted me. "I am back for only two reasons: reclaiming the world title, and destroying Matt Slater. Slater is a man who needs to be destroyed, Bill, would you like to know why?"

"Why?"

"Because he's a liberal."

"Son of a bitch."

"I know, and I know that it is my duty, as one of the greatest American men to live, to destroy the British liberal. This is my crusade against him and his communist ideals! Because, when I take the Youngblood title from him, when I win the world title, it will be morning again. It will be morning in America, in wrestling, in the whole world. America has lacked great men, Bill, and now, it is time for one of the few to be...the champion."

And for a few seconds, I started believing what I said. It was scary. I knew Slater was a great warrior, and I didn't know anything about his political beliefs. But what I did know was, I knew that would rally every conservative American, who lacks the common knowledge not to be herded, to my side. It would enable me to get the popularity that I needed in order to make me a legend in this business. Because where I come from, coming from nothing and becoming a success means jack shit.

"Mr. Dathan, could I have your answer on if professional wrestling is fake?" Bill twiddled his thumbs, hate filling his eyes at me, though, I can tell that he's been coming around to me. That's a good thing...I guess. "You see Bill, wrestling isn't fake, but some people in wrestling are fake. People like Matt Slater, the proverbial John Kerry of wrestling, people like my opponent this week Triple D, otherwise known to me as Bill Clinton the second. They are frauds, and they need to be dealt with accordingly."

"Now Judas, there were two reasons, I believe, that you wanted this time. Would you like to get onto the first reason?" Shuffling his cards, Bill looked at me like a hungry lioness would look at an injured zebra. "Yes Bill, there are two things that I wanted to bring up. Both of which are about my opponent, Dynamite Davey Dynamo."

"Ah, Dynamite, the man with the hooligan mentality?"

"Why, yes Bill. The first thing I wanted to bring up is that I'm amazed that I even got this match. I know Davey's been ducking me since the TEW/PWE days. When New Edge Wrestling was going to war with PWE, I proposed a match with Davey, and I was told that I 'was not that good' by the powers that may be. But I knew I was being lied to. It ate at me every day that I was turned down by a mediocre wrestler."

Bill looked at me as I again went for a glass of water. "It sounds like he's not willing to accept that the new generation of this sport is ready to take his spot." Bill was right, Davey wasn't willing to accept the new generation, but the thing is, nobody wants his spot. Because his legacy will always be remembered as that overrated, good for nothing piece of garbage." Bill pressed his earpiece in as I said that and began looking at me. "I just got word that you have an interview that you'd like to show on this show. Is this true?"

"I know, an interview within an interview...I know Bill, it's captivating shit."

Maybe that wasn't so wise, I'm guessing Bill noticed the satire in my voice, but I continued. "You see Bill, Dynamite Davey Dynamo is going to get screwed up by me and a little friend I like to call justice. He's deluded, I don't know if you've heard this, but he actually raped a woman and put it on the internet. The only thing is...he claimed she was Jen Ryette, this was obviously not the case as Jen went missing a week or two back. That's right folks, if you weren't blind and couldn't see the physical difference, Jen Ryette went missing, therefore, it was not her. However, Davey claims that this is the real Jen. Well, I'm about to have this other Jen on your show, Bill."

"Is she factor worthy?"

"Highly unlikely, but I pity her. Today is the day that I wage war, I am going to fund this lady in her pursuit for justice. She will be taking Davey to court for rape, and I'm going to take him to court for fraud. Fraud for pretending to be something he's not. Let's bring her on." Nodding to Bill, Bill motioned for her to come on the show. At first, nothing happened, it's said that rape victims are humiliated after rape, and I don't blame this woman.

Finally, somebody...or something stepped forward. I didn't know what to think of the portly lady who appeared to have grown a bigger beard than Davey could ever grow. It was...unique? Nevertheless, she sat down at a chair, which for the sake of God I hoped was reinforced. Bill started off the questions quite appropriately, "So, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?"

"What are you, Alcoholics Anonymous? Fine, I'll tell you; my name is Jennifer Osborne..." She said in a voice that was way too low to be a female's. "I'm forty eight years young, and am going through a sex change. I may have these boobs...but I also have a ding dong." Bill shot a look of disdain at me. "Don't you find that unna-" I cut Bill off before he could ruin my humiliation of Davey. "So, you met Davey, and what exactly happened?"

"Oh, he was such a gentleman at first. He brought me to a movie, and we had dinner. He got me a nice juicy steak, I love steak, I really love that shiznit! But then, after watching the restaurant tapes, I found out that he put some stuff in my potatoes, that and he paid for the meal in coupons!"

"So, he then brought you back to a room?"

"It wasn't his room though, I heard him arguing with a Turkish couple to leave their room." She said, winded by just saying a simple sentence. She smelled like piss and shame, I kind of pitied her. "Wait! How did you remember all this if you were drugged?" Bill interjected himself. "It was enough to impair my judgment, but have you seen how big I am? I wasn't delirious, just emotional." I just imagined Davey cringe as she/it said that. But the best was still to come. "But when he put it in, I couldn't feel it. I guess he was so used to taking in prison that he forgot how to give it."

"If I may interject myself, that is an amazing parallel to his career. Trying as hard as he can, but never succeeding. Sure, he was okay but-"

"No, he was terrible, but the joke's on him I guess, I have AIDS."

I almost exploded with laughter at this statement. So, the 'icon' not only steals Triple X's gimmick, but then is so deluded to spread a false rumor about somebody who went missing, only to rape a fat transsexual who has AIDS. I think humanity just hit its new low point in stupidity. "And on that note, I'll close out this program, it was great having you on, Judas." Bill said, trying to rush to the end of the show to make sure nothing else controversial is said.

"Just one more thing, Davey, one more day, and I give you the justice that you've been longing for. You may have been able to rape an innocent tranny, but I swear to God, I will break you. I'm not going to use you to get back in the title picture, the mere thought of that is a joke in of itself. For, you would need to be worthy of being in the title picture. You have never been a world champion, you're worthless. The only bigger joke than me having to destroy you is you yourself. You're a fraud, and the only thing that matters now is that you're exposed. Class dismissed."
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When you do something stupid and I'm there, Expect it to get thrown in your face,
Not once, not twice, but until you don't have a prayer in the world to recover,
Dynamite's loose grip on reality has finally bit him on the balls,
Because now, he caged himself with the greatest American on this planet,
Since the death of Malcolm X, since the death of Gerald Ford and the great Ronald Reagan,
America has lacked a hero they can be proud of,
And now that I'm back, I can insure that I will be a champion all those great men will be proud of,
Read my lips: No more frauds.