>I am overcome with emotion. I am overcome with joy. My panties have been creamed with delight. I will not sell them. I’m just kidding. I don’t wear panties. They are a much fuller cut. Mostly, I am humbled and there are quite a lot of people I want to thank and quite a lot of people I’d like to tell to go fuck themselves. So, I have prepared a little speech.
>Mercedes Mone, thank you for making me a better wrestler and a better woman and for keeping your lips clean, all four of them, you taste great. When we meet again, as I know we will, I might not be so kind. Tony Schiavone, go fuck yourself. I know it was you in that bathroom stall. To the fans, thank you. I don’t know why you support me like you do, but if we all had good taste, none of us would be here. To Athena, go fuck yourself and each one your minions, but also congratulations. Tony Khan, no comment. Luther, thank you for being reliably an idiot. I always know you’ll never be there for me when I need you. Wendi Richter, go fuck yourself. Whether it’s this lifetime or the next one, I will put you in a head scissor and never let go. To Montel Vontavious Porter, thank you, it wasn’t cheap, but that was the right strain for my various psychological disorders. To The Rizzler, thank you, it wasn’t cheap, but that was the right cheese for my various psychological disorders. To my mother, go fuck yourself. If it wasn’t for your imbalanced love and parenting, I would not have become successful in this weekly coliseum of gay violence.
THEY ARE A MUCH FULLER CUT.
