Game Over Bitches

Thoughts Of A Hustla

Time is starting to pass me by, it used to be that if you asked people who the top ten wrestlers in XWF history were a good amount would put K-Money in the top five. These days however it seems as though my skill has been forgotten and my accomplishments have become diminished. Even the XWF doesn't shine how it used to, without Jon Brown the place just isn't the same. Not only does the XWF not have enough wrestlers on the roster to field two weekly shows, they barely have enough wrestlers on the roster to warrant some of the titles that have been in circulation forever. The one amazingly great federation has been reduced to a federation that most would call average at best and half of the roster belongs in a development federation somewhere. Even with all of that being said there is just something about the XWF that screams out to me, even when I retire with no intention of coming back something always drags me back in. The current reason why my presence will once again be felt inside an XWF ring, an open invitation to enter a battle royal on Anarchy. Not only that, a shot at ANY XWF title is the prize that goes to the winner, how could I not jump at the opportunity to show these rookies why their favorite wrestlers bow down in my presences and score a title shot at the same time? I understand that its getting close to Halloween time but I have to wonder if Jason Cash knew the kind of monster he was creating when he uttered the words "anybody can enter". If he didn't, he, and the XWF are in for a very rude awakening.


*Our scene opens as the camera pans around a giant office, as the camera pans around we see that three out of the four walls in the room are actually giant fish tanks filled with small sharks. Its funny how even a vicious animal like a shark can bring a sense of calm, peacefulness to a room. The camera continues to pan around the room and we see that the one wall without a fish tank is covered with shelves full of financial books. The camera now comes to rest on a big desk sitting in the center of the room with all kinds of paperwork all over it. Just then we see a small boy letting his curiosity get the best of him, he strolls into the room at first admiring the sharks but then turning his attention to the desk. The child sits at the desk and then begins rummaging through the paper until he comes across something that grabs his attention. One of the papers on the desk reads "Hustle The Hardest Inc." as the boy scans the paper his eyes get wide*

Boy:A casino, a satellite radio station, a television station, a record company, a talent agency, and a merchandise company. Holy shit, I knew pops was loaded but damn! And that stingy bastard is only giving me $15 dollars a week for doing my chores? Now I know how those asian kids in the sweatshops feel!

*A voice calls out from the other room.*

Voice:Boy you know your not supposed to be in your dads office, and what did I tell you about cussing?

Boy: *whispering* How does she always know?

Voice:If my senses are sharp enough to figure out how to keep partial control of your father, what makes you think you stand a chance?

*Sabrina Wilson now walks into the room followed by the twins. No not her delicious melons you perverted bastards, her two children with K-Money.*

Sabrina:Well?

Boy:Your just no fun

Sabrina Wilson: Come on, out of your dad's office before I show you just how not fun I can be

The boy gets up from the desk and starts to exit the room but before they can in walks the destroyer of XWF legends, the , the, thats right, K-Money. But as soon as we see him the only thing that comes to mind is what the fuck? K-Money has obviously just rolled out of bed and is still very much in zombie mode. K-Money is wearing a white wife beater, some boxer shorts with dollar signs on them of course, and some brown fuzzy slippers in the shape of bear claws. Why? BECAUSE HES A FUCKIN BEAST! K-Money shuffles right past everybody without saying a word. He enters the nearby bathroom and closes the door behind him. We then hear what sounds like a fire hose being sprayed against a brick wall, seriously, the fires they had in California, shoulda called K-Money. The next thing we hear is what sounds like some sort of animal in distress, don't get all holier than thou on me either! I know damn well all of you have ripped one while taking a like, especially Tomoko. I've heard stories that she could strip the paint of the walls but enough about that ho. A few moments go by and we hear a few more sound coming from the bathroom as K-Money brushes his million dollar smile and washes his million dollar face. When the bathroom door finally opens again its almost like a completely different person emerges from the bathroom. K-Money looks refreshed and ready for a day filled with schooling fools and putting haters in their final resting place. However first he must deal with his wife and crazy ass kids. First K-money looks at Sabrina and just shakes his head.

K-Money: I sleep in for a little while and you just let the kids run wild

Sabrina: Oh a little while huh? Its 2:00 in the afternoon, and Its the nanny's day off. I'd like to see you handle all three kids on your own for the rest of the day.

K-Money: Are you serious? I've spent my whole life trying not to get shot, as a matter of fact my father put a hit on me when I was still in the womb! But I can't take care of three little kids, please

Sabrina:Are you still having those daddy issues

K-Money:YES! THE NIGGA TRIED TO HAVE ME ABORTED WITH BULLETS!!!!

Boy:I thought grandpa was kinda cool.....but then you beat him up

K-Money:Thats right, and hopefully one day I'll get to see you whoop my ass kiddo

*K-Money pats his son on the head and Sabrina shakes her head*

Sabrina:Sometimes I wonder why I married you

K-Money:I always thought it was for my ravishing good looks, don't fuck with me or my family attitude, and sexual skill set so amazing I could re-write the kama sutra.

Sabrina: You sir make an excellent argument but nothing you just said leads me to believe you can handle all three kids alone.

K-Money: And what do I get if I can handle them?

Sabrina: You can buy the Cleveland Rams or whatever you've been bugging me about for the last few weeks.

K-Money: Its St.Louis Rams, and whats the catch?

Sabrina: I'm gonna got to the spa for the day and if the house is wrecked when I get back, you've gotta take me to see New Moon opening night.

K-Money: But that movie is gonna be gay as hell like the last one! Little gay ass vampires running around doing gay ass vampire shit.

Sabrina: Our kids are going to get sent home from school every day for cussing you do realize this right?

K-Money:Eh, nothing wrong with having a firm grasp on every aspect of the english language. Anyway, I'll go ahead and give the Rams a call so they can release everybody but Chris Long and Steve Jackson.

Sabrina: Yeah, how about you hold off on that until I get back.

*Sabrina kisses K-Money goodbye and says her goodbyes to the kids before heading out to the spa. As soon as Sabrina gets out the door K-Money grabs the phone.*

K-Money: Yo T, Sabrina's out at the spa, go scoop up your kid and get ya ass over here. Yeah I'm sure nigga, hurry your ass up, I got a football franchise riding on this!


*K-Money hangs up the phone and the camera fades to black.*

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*Our scene now re-opens as we see K-Money who has now changed into some baggy shorts and a white wfie beater and T-Money who is also in relaxed mode wearing some baggy basketball pants and short sleeve t-shirt. They are chillin in K-Money's the back yard cooking some burgers on the grill by K-Money's pool as their sons are running around terrorizing each other. *

T-Money:Thats right bitch, hurry up cook my food

K-Money: Look nigga, you ever seen that Eminem video where hes spittin on people's food.

T-Money:Aight, nevermind, take all the time you need

K-Money:Thats what I thought!

T-Money:Whatever man, you asked me to come over here, why the fuck am I here anyway?

K-Money:I figured two adults vs four kids is a better ratio than one ault vs three kids.

T-Money:Oh so your using me?

K-Money:Nigga there is a NFL franchise in this for me and you know damn well your bum ass is gonna be hitting me up for free tickets.

T-Money:Tickets? For the rams? Man your gonna have to give those things away anyway.

K-Money:Yeah well, ya gotta start somewhere

T-Money:Your definetley starting at the bottom homie.

*K-Money notices that his son has T-Money's son in the Million Dollar Dream*

K-Money: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THAT!

Boy: Lock the arm across the throat and squeeze

K-Money:Thats my boy!

*T-Money can see his son struggling so he takes it upon himself to yell some words of encouragement*

T-Money:Don't you tap out boy! Fight It! Fight It!

*As the two boys wrestle they end up falling in the pool breaking up their little scuffle*

K-Money:My son was whopping your son's ass

T-Money:Whatever nigga, he never would have tapped just like his daddy

K-Money:SHIT!!!!!

*K-Money notices that the grill now has enormous flames coming out of it that have spread to a corner of the house*

K-Money:T CALL 911, I GOTTA GET THE TWINS!

*T-Money whips out his cell phone and grabs the two kids outside moving them to the front yard as he calls 911. K-Money soon comes rushing out of the house carrying the twins who are both quite pissed they were awakened from their nap. A few moments pass before the Fire department arrives. Luckily they are able to put the fire out before it does any serious damage. Just as the fire department puts the fire out Sabrina Wilson pulls up and gets out of the car shaking her head. K-Money just palms his forehead and sighs as he utters a few words*

K-Money:You win some, you lose some

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*Our scene re-opens as we see K-Money again like we aren't used to seeing him, it must be backwards day or something because today, less is more. Just like earlier in the day there is no blinged out jewelery hanging all over K-Money almost making you go blind when you look at him. There are no expensive shoes, no expensive shirts, as a matter of fact his whole outfit probably costs less than $50. Somebody needs to check on him, he must be sick, H1N1, SWINE FLU, SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING! As sick as K-Money must be he doesn't let it get to him as he jogs down the streets of his old Detroit neighborhood wearing nothing but some gray sweat pants, a long sleeved gray sweatshirt, and some old Reeboks. K-Money just keeps jogging, letting the frustrations of the day melt away and letting the sounds of the Detroit night fill his ears. To him this is his comfort zone, this is his Ipod set to shuffle, this is is life story. We hear cars speeding by, we hear an occasional popping noise that sounds like a firecracker but is really a gun shot, we hear the wind blowing trash along the streets, and we hear the gunmen pull out guns and say "GIMMIE ALL YOUR MONEY". WAIT, WHAT!?!?*

Gunman #1:GIMMIE ALL YOUR MONEY!

*K-Money looks like he just doesn't believe what is going on, mostly because he's wearing and outfit that has absolutely no pockets. Other than that he notices that the men attempting to rob him are Latin Kings. That is very same gang K-Money spent most of his life in and the reason that to this day, he can make one phone call and make your whole family vanish*

K-Money:Really?

Gunman #1:Yeah holmes, give up the cash

K-Money:Well I'd love to, IF I HAD FUCKING POCKETS!

*The gunman pistol whips the hell out of K-Money, the gunman hits him so hard that a small cut opens right above K-Money's eye. Blood begins to trickle down K-Money's face and all he can do is laugh*
Gunman #1: Yo holmes, you think that's funny?

*The gunman pulls back the hammer of his gun with his thumb*

Gunman#2:Yo hold up holmes, I think I know this guy, he looks kind of familiar

K-Money:Why don't you assholes, why don't you roll up the right sleeve of this shirt and see what you find.

*One of the gunmen lift the lift K-Money's sleeve and they both come close to shitting on themselves as they gaze upon his one of his tattoos. Its a crown with some very distinguishing marks that means K-Money was or is the number one guy in charge, the first crown, Premera Corona. The two men immediately take a knee and offer K-Money their guns with their left hands and hold their right hands over their hearts. A gesture meaning "I will die for you"*

K-Money:What are your names?

Gunman #1: Angel Flores

Gunman#2: Pablo Marquez

K-Money:Both of you know what the penalty is for disrespecting a first crown but I gotta admit it felt kind of good to bleed a little and get my adrenaline pumping. So I'm going to give you 24 hours to get the hell out of Detroit and never come back.

Angel: Thank you sir

Pablo: You are a noble and merciful king

*The two men take of down the street sprinting away from K-Money as fast as they can. K-Money takes his finger and touches above his eye where its bleeding, he then licks the blood from his finger and looks into the camera*

K-Money:Fuck it, I'm already pissed off and the cameras are already here so I might as well release all this pent up anger on the XWF roster. The thing on everybodys mind seems to be Why? That is the billion dollar question, why? Why would I get involved with a match in XWF on friday when I've already got a big match in PWE on sunday? I've always been a risk taker and I've never had a good track record in battle royals so maybe I'm biting off more than I can chew but a closed mouth never gets fed. Yeah I could end up coming out with nothing but sometimes ya just gotta roll the dice a hope you see those life saving sevens, the real niggas know what I'm talkin about. Besides I've taken much bigger risks than this over the course of my career, you can pretty much mark this one down as a calculated risk. If I win I get a shot at any XWF title I choose, however if I lose what is it really that I will lose? Sure I will have to face Zach Rizza on one days worth of rest but I used to pull off having three or four matches a week sometimes that many on the same card. I don't think competing off one day of rest is going to kill me, C2 on the other hand may be a completely different story. If I lose the shit could really hit the fan since Christian Connolly's PWE has me under an exclusive contract at the moment. If I were to lose this battle royal the guy that shit on all of PWE's champions and pulled off the impossible task of stopping Diabolique just went to XWF and proved that XWF is still better than the best PWE has to offer. No matter how you try to spin it, that shit just ain't good for business and C2 knows it. On the other hand, if I win, C2 becomes a very happy man because a PWE roster member just waltzed right into a battle royal full of XWF superstars and waltzed out with a shot at any XWF title. The next step would be me getting my title shot, winning the belt, and bringing whatever title it is back to PWE with me. Now that is definitely good for business but this ain't all about getting shots at titles and lining my and C2's pockets with more money. The other main reason I'm entering this battle royal, maybe even a bigger reason than wanting the title shot is that I'm sick and fucking tired of not getting the respect I've earned! The blatant disrespect I get from everybody involved with the XWF past, present, and future is blasphemous. You mutha fuckas wanna mark out when Kore is around or when Psyko Stevo is around but show me no respect, really? THOSE FAGGOTS WILL NEVER BE ON MY FUCKING LEVEL! I was content to just sit in PWE and have fun but then ya'll have to go and disrespect me to the point where I have to start smashing mutha fuckas. See what you pricks are doing to me, your making K-Money go away, K-Money is gone now, ya'll done fucked up a made the Amityville Assassin come out. For those of you that don't know what that means, that means ain't no fun and games going on anymore. No, all your going to get is an unrivaled maliciousness without mercy. You can take me lightly if you want to and just disregard what I'm saying as big talk but trust me when the Amityville Assassin comes out people tend to get hurt. Go over to PWE and ask Tomoko about what happens when you fuck with the Amityville Assassin. I'm sure she'd be glad to tell you about what happened when she tried to challenge me for the XWF cruiserweight title. Ah fuck it I'll tell you what happened, I dropped her on her head with the Amityville Horror and ended her XWF run. Go find Aidan Collins in whatever semen covered gay bathhouse he is currently held up in and ask him what happened when he tried to challenge me. Again fuck it since I doubt Aidan will ever voluntarily crawl out of whatever man hole he is currently residing in. Just like Tomoko, I dropped that overrated sack of shit on his head with the Amityville Horror and put him out of the XWF for months.

*K-Money now starts to walk down the street. The more he walks the more we can see the absolute beauty of the streets K-Money comes from. There are bars on almost every window, graffiti on almost every wall, and some shady characters standing all over the place. If A nice white family were to drive through this neighborhood they would refuse to stop at any of the stop signs and be hitting the door locks every five seconds just to make sure. Ain't no games out here, they call it a concrete jungle for a reason, only the strong survive. K-Money continues to stroll down the street like a king surveying his kingdom, he turns back to the camera and continues talking as he walks.*

K-Money:XWF, Put your seat belts on assholes because this is the part where I really start wrecking you mutha fuckas worse than Princess Dianna. How about I start with Kore since everybody is firmly planted on that overrated scum bag's dick. Is Kore a funny guy, sure he is but so was Killjoy and I don't see anybody singing his praises. Inside the ring Kore was the biggest waste of 50 billion Universal title shots in the history of the XWF, seriously Kore couldn't score a pin fall in a Universal title match if you spotted him the 1 and the 2. What makes it worse is that every other month that little bitch was given a universal title shot then when he got his ass handed to him he would do exactly what bitches are good at and throw a bitch fit. Is that what makes you popular these days, bitching because you don't have enough skill to get the job done? Then again I forgot that the XWF has a history of rewarding bitchassness which is why some people actually have respect for Cyren's bitch ass. It also explains why Chad lasted as long as he did and is only gone now because he chose to leave. If any XWF owner had a set that ignorant prick wouldn't have had a choice in the matter and would have been out on his ass the first time he used race to degrade that cunt that used to wrestle here. What was her name again? Oh yeah, she was named something she could never become if her life depended on it, Star. Ok, Ok, Let me move on from these irrelevant relics from an era thats gone and will never return and move on to something a little more current that is pissing me the hell off. QC Thug with the title that I made great, talk about disrespect, the only thing more disrespectful than that is the fact that Chasm had my belt before him. Qc thug, and Chasm? REALLY! I've come to terms with the fact that the level of competition is in the toilet and is probably never going to be the same again. Quite frankly that is why every last one of you should be worshiping the ground I walk on. Sure there may be some people on the roster whose list of accomplishments makes mine look like shit. But the fact of the matter is I accomplished what I did against legends while ya'll mutha fuckas are fighting ass clowns who don't even deserve to be on the roster. QC you down low ass nigga, you make me want to lose 15 pounds so that when I win this battle royal I can challenge you and get MY title back because you don't deserve it and it doesn't deserve you. I've said a million times that titles don't mean shit, its the champion that makes the title not the title that makes the champion. I took the cruiserweight title and took on all comers then when I had destroyed every asshole who was unfortunate enough to be under 230 pounds I beat the heavyweight champion. QC the only thing you will ever do for the cruiserweight title is continue to tarnish its reputation, you'll probably even try to get the belt turned pink. Your on the down low, you like the dick, whatever. Sexual preference aside, what fuckin street do you own nigga? Seasame Street? Bitchass Drive? Wanksta Avenue? YOU AIN'T GANGSTA NIGGA! I know that T-Money, Sewaside, and myself took gangsta shit to a whole new level here in the XWF and made it look easy but you ain't us. We all lived this shit nigga and I only have to look at one of your promos in order to tell that you don't live this shit, you just call yourself a thug because you thought it would be a cool gimmick. I saw you cryin bout how your aunt died and gettin all emotional about it, you was lookin real gangsta and thuggish in that promo homie. I'm sure your aunt would love the fact that you turned hear death into a fuckin publicity stunt too. You was soundin like George Bush there for a second, when all else fails hide behind 9/11, thats real gangsta nigga. Now I know your probably sittin there watchin this gettin mad as fuck because I exposed your bitch ass but you know what your gonna do about it? Nothin, how are you even gonna look tryin to go at me? NOBODY BELIEVES YOU NIGGA! I'm a fuckin legend in the XWF and a fuckin legend in these streets, your an average ass wrestler, an average ass actor, and a fake ass thug. What does it all boil down to? NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO YOUR STILL ASS NIGGA!

*K-Money is interrupted by a prostitute grabbing his arm*

Prostitute:Whats up honey you want some of this?

K-Money:HELL NO!

*K-Money rips off his sweatshirt revealing a white wife beater underneath. K-Money then throws the sweatshirt right into the face of the prostitute*

K-Money:You nasty bitch! You can keep the shirt, its probably got gonna-syphyl-herp-aids now.

*The prostitute runs off with tears streaming down her face as K-Money shakes his head and goes back to cutting his promo*

K-Money:Somebody needs to put this tape on youtube, prostitutes have feelings? Who Knew? Lets see, where was I, who else is on the shit list, you know what how bout we get at the softest Xtreme champion in XWF history, Peter Gilmour. Gilmour, the fact that you actually think you have a snowball's chance in hell of winning this battle royal lets me know that in addition to having a vagina, your also not very smart. I mean even if I wouldn't have entered, you actually think you would have had a chance? Please, It doesn't even matter who enters the battle royal because as long as somebody besides you would have entered, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE WON! Your like those fucking Black Order rejects watered down to the point where they could probably air your promos on the disney channel and they would still fail to scare anyone. I will give you some credit though Gilmour, unlike QC Thug at least you admit your a bitch. I mean trying to get the rules changed every five minutes so that you don't have to defend the xtreme title on a 24/7 basis, that is pretty much admitting that your a bitch. You don't wanna defend the title 24/7 then I've got a solution for you, RUN UP ON ME NIGGA! Run up on me any time nigga, bring a ref with you so that when I beat the living hell out of you and place my pinkey on your chest he can award me the xtreme title. You couldn't even win a match against Brian Cady and Trent Gein and you expect people to take you seriously? How about this Gilmour, how about you beat one person on the roster that's worth a damn before you go talking about how your going to be the world champ. Oh and by the way, with the lack of skills you have thats not a fucking monkey thats on your back, thats king kong nigga. While were talking about Gilmour I might as well talk about the version of Gilmour that actually qualifys as mediocre instead of completely useless. Thats right, I'm talking about Rage. Come on now Rage did you really think you would slip under my radar? You might have been able to do that if you didn't mention my name because a little alarm goes off in my head anytime somebody says my name. Its like a sixth sense, I'm sure it wouldn't bother somebody like you since 99% of your fan base doesn't exist. But when your as famous as me it gets quite tiring, I mean I'm probably the only person on the planet who knows how god feels. Anyway Rage I heard you giving me props for making a "good showing" against you and Spice One when T-Money got taken out backstage. You did fail to mention that it was my last match in the XWF so I was pretty much just going through the motions. If that match were to happen today, even if it were a two on one, YA'LL WOULD GET MURDERED! Also some of your attacks on Hunter Ryan were pretty off base because the Centurion you see today is exactly the same as he was back in "his day". Centurion is a legend but not because he is better than everybody else, Centurion is a legend because he is consistent. HE NEVER TAKES A FUCKIN VACATION! Seriously, sometimes I wonder if the guy is actually some kind of mid-card robot. Centurion gets credit for a lot of acomplishments he has because while he never takes time off, everybody else does, so when the roster is depleated of talent who is always there to snag a title or two? Centurion. Its not a bad stratgey really, wait till all the talented people are gone then win as many belts as you can. Anyway Rage, I don't know if your in the battle royal or not but I hope to god you are because I want you to be there so that you can see first hand what I can really do in a match that's actually important. Sure you go to see what I could do against Cyren and Raziel, You and Thomas Davis, and You and Spice One but like I said I want you to see the pure devastation I can bring to that ring when the match actually matters.

*The prostitute now returns with a huge pimp who looks pretty pissed off*

Prostitute:Your gonna get it now!

*The large pimp draws back his fist like hes about to hit K-Money but then stops as he gets a closer look at him*

Pimp:K-Money?

K-Money:Pimpin Ken?

*K-Money and Pimmpin Ken shake hands then Ken turns to the prostitute*

Pimpin Ken:Bitch, why the fuck you bothering my homie? Can't you see he's out here handling his business?

*The prostitute starts to speak but Ken catches her with a backhand that knocker her out cold on the sidewalk before the words can even escape her mouth*

Pimpin Ken:Sorry bout that homie

K-Money:No problem man, keep your pimp hand strong

Pimpin Ken:Oh you know this

*K-Money starts walking and talking again actually stepping on the prostitutes unconcious body as he starts walking. Now thats heartless! And you mutha fuckas wanna get into thw ring with this man?*

K-Money:See thats why I love the streets, you just never know whats gonna happen. Getting back to this battle royal, C.H.A.D. has been confirmed for the match so he will be there to see it as well, that is if he hasn't already seen it in the past. I don't know who C.H.A.D. is, I thought I had a pretty good idea of who it was but the person who I thought C.H.A.D. was would never allow himself to go 5-6 with the talent level of the roster sucking as much as it does. So C.H.A.D. I don't know who you are and you didn't know I was in this match until now which is probably why you even bothered entering, I think were even. Well not really because you had to name yourself after somebody I've always considered a waste of flesh to get attention so what does that say about you? Under that mask how bad must you really be if your committing identity theft against Chad, how about copying somebody who is actually worth a damn? Yeah I know there isn't anybody in XWF that fits that description right now but hey, there is always the hall of legends. Honestly C.H.A.D. the only good thing that I can say about you is hey, at least your better than Gilmour. Not that its going to matter because instead of demolishing both of you I'd be glad to let you take care of Gilmour before I destroy yo, I guess that will earn you some kind of bragging rights. I wouldn't know, I don't make excuses and I don't have moral victories C.H.A.D. I JUST FUCKING WIN! Add to that the fact that this could be my saving grace and you do the math. When I win this match I could finally get a shot at the Universal title. As hallow as the accomplishment would be with the talent level on the current roster, when I win this match and then win the Universal title, none of these haters will be able to take it away from me. No more of this bullshit about how I should be a legend but I've never won the universal title, what the fuck are ya'll mutha fuckas gonna be able to say win I do win it? I won it while the roster was depleated? Yeah, like I couldn't have beaten Trent Gein, Fred L, Christian Connoly, Kore, Steve Jason, Psyko Stevo, Blizzard, Boondock Saint (Daniel Malcom), Cyren, or Raziel. Oh wait, I ALREADY FUCKIN DID! The only reason I have never had a shot at the Universal title is because Bloodhounds don't fight Bloodhounds, I could have to Jon Brown's offer to fight T-Money for his title but told Jon to take his title shot and shove it. Instead I was given a shot at C2's world heavyweight title and surprise, surprise, I won it. So quite frankly WHEN I win the Universal title why don't you all do me a huge favor and SHUT THE FUCK UP!


*With that K-Money continues walking off into the night as the camera fades to black just like the hopes of anybody else who thought they actually had a chance at winning this battle royal. Its K-Money's time now bitches, bow down to what you will never be and what you will never beat*