Penn:
What …

[Curtis’ loss to Heidi has him scratching his head.]

Penn:
The fuck…

[And what confused him even more so was that he decided mid-match to stray from his game plan.]

Penn:
Was I thinking?

[Curtis shoots the camera a very distinctive, no way in hell look that could not be misconstrued as anything else, but annoyed.]

Penn:
A tope suicide? Really…I tried that in my match with Heidi? Fucking idiot…

[He can barely say the name of the move, even worse he knows that he cannot perform that move. It’s not even in his skill set, moves list, or vocabulary. Next time he needs to pay attention and stick to his game plan. He had Heidi reeling and one stupid brain fart later he had to tap.]

Penn:
A shinning wizard when she reentered the ring… yeah I would do that. Elbow drop from the top rope…maybe as a last ditch effort, but me diving through the ropes at a moving target…dumbass. Being with Tyson and Luke has rubbed off on me.

[He releases a depressed sigh as he attempts to move forward from his recent loss.]

Penn:
I might have tapped out at Def 38… but I know I didn’t receive a concussion when I missed Heidi’s fat ass, so I know I told Eric Dane that I didn’t want to carry another “partner” any time soon.  So apparently the BAWS didn’t hear me clearly.

[AHEM.]

Penn:
I am not going to carry Jamie Murray in this match with Tucker and Sam… I AM NOT going to give him a chance that to win a fucking title that he couldn’t manage to get himself into position for. I will not break my back making him look good in the ring.

[Pause.]

Penn:
To be very honest I’d rather bitch slap Heidi around the ring for a good ten minutes and miss a diving attempt outside of the ring than be in another tag team match.

[His eyes widen, hoping that the baws understands his comments clearly.]

Penn:
This match with Tucker and Sam would be won easier if I was a handicap match. Not a match with a fucking handicap.

[He sighs hoping that it would release some of his aggression.]

Penn:
Murray you wanna be my partner and make it through to get glimpse at the So Her Title then do us a favor while you’re on the apron watch me in the ring, take a note or two, cheer our team on, and just stay outta the ring. If it looks like I need help, I don’t, just keep your Zangief looking ass out on the apron.

[An irritated smile has managed to work itself onto Curtis’ lips.]

Penn:
Open your ears you inbred half-wit…

[He is speaking to Sam Turner Jr.]

Penn:
You recall back when I offered my help. Not just mine, but my whole fucking squad of people to back ya and The Good Fight? You remember ignoring me and mine? We both know how that turned out don’t we? Gotcha ass handed to ya didn’t you? Now imagine the outcome if ya’ll would have accepted the help I volunteered instead of getting Team DaneGer involved. You might not have been overshadowed by all of those legends in one ring. You might have been able to have that So Her Title already secured around your chubby waist.

That wasn’t the only dumb thing ya’ll do as a group either.

You remember when I was the only one with stones big enough to help out poor lil’ Tom, while the rest of ya’ll sat in the back as Heidi murdered the boy?  What if I wasn’t being generous that night? What if I had decided that I liked with the Untouchables were doing to Defiance and that a lil’ shit like Tom needed to have his life ended? All of that grief and remorse would have been left on your plate ya gutless lil’ shit.

Now you want to talk all big and bad about getting your hands on Crank? The fuck for, so you can tuck your tail and run when the shit hits the fan. Sam…Sam… Sam… this match with Tucker and you versus me is your scape goat to get out of this ordeal with Crank and the So Her Title. No one would blame you either; you’re just not cut out for this life. Go back home, milk a few cows, marry a fat girl, and live a normal life. Maybe then you would get over being so fucking envious of CVC and you’d actually have a friend who wouldn’t mind if you had his back or not when things got really rough, as long as he could pork the fat bitch you were with.

[And this leaves us with…]

Penn:
Tucker G. Alston…this is funny because I normally never run out of material. Ever. But, I don’t know anything about ya. It’s like Sam, CVC, and you are in yall’s own lil’ corner of the wrestling industry, one that no one really gives a shit about and yall are fighting over the same damn thing, the So Her Title. Here is my question to you, is it all about the So Her Title or do you have legit beef with those two? Because imagine, if you will, that I place my size 12 boot on the back of your neck and curb stomp you into next month. When you wake the So Her Title is out of Harlen, Kentucky and resting easily around my waist on the Gulf Coast, would I be the guy that you’d come after guns ablaze, because of a piece of tin and leather? Or is it really a hatred for those two, a dislike that would run its course without a prize at the end of the day?

I ask this because you say, “Failure is not an option,” but it’s the only option if you stand across from me.

[Fade Out.]

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