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>Hunter, what the fuck. What's the matter... what? Is it that bullshit with the Garden?
>Nah, I don't know what he was talking about. He, uh, babbles.
>What was that?
>You're another KWAB!
>Me? Hey, he completely lacked respect for the business.
>I'm just sick and tired of having to make excuses for him all the time.
>I know, it isn't right.
>Of course, he's a fucking boy toy.
>I know.
>You don't know shit, Nash! He's "seeing" the boss after shows for Christ's sake! How about that, huh! My best friend is fucking the boss. Makes me wanna cry!
>No shit?
>The push is already being prepared, he's spreading his ass for the title!
>I fuckin knew it!
>No you didn't fucking know it, I just told you! God knows how much of our side business he has, if the hotel rooms are bugged...
>Well that stuff isn't snortable. It's that, uh, that uh doctor-patient administered like us and Mr Perfect.
>Perfect's a has-been, he's in the mid card. Suppose our boss get's attached or something, do you remember Owen Hart at Over the Edge 1999? The fucking Spanish language commentators were on the witness stand in Wrestler's Court.
>Shit...
>Hickenbottom wants to play games, okay. I taught him games. I taught him to fuck an ass.
>You talking about gaping him?
>Nobody would slap my wrist if I did...
