Yea,Shaz. Tonight for sure,. I couldnt respond cuz evidently I cant since we're not friends lol
Hey sorry. Van sent me his part, but ive been sick for the last 24 hrs and im finally starting to feel better. Ill try to get my part done tomorrow once im done with work
Mr. Blood: Tag Team Champions. 3 simple words, Tag Team Champions. All the rest of you talentless, nameless sons of bitches can try, and fuck knows that a couple of drunk Nazis that don't know when to quit will, however nobody, fucking nobody, has the toughness, the intelligence, the strength, the sheer fucking balls to take these belts from us. We are the JBW Tag Team Champions, and we will be the champions for a very, very long time so every one of you cousin-fucking hillbillies had better fucking get used to seeing us on the television screen.
Mr. Black: We are taking over.
Mr. Blood: Damn right, we will not rest until we are champions in every fucking federation out there.
Black: It ain't even a show to watch unless I'm on it.
Hey just so you guys know. I am headed to work. I get out in 14 hrs. Im going to do my part of the promo and send it in once I'm done with work before I go to sleep! Hope that is ok!
Mr. Black: What was his name?
Mr. Blood: What the fuck does it matter, it's just some other jackass that's headed nowhere fast, with a few too many ass-whoopins along the way, thinking that he can prove he's some sort of big bad wolf, when all he is is another fucking sheep.
Mr. Black: No DNA, can't prove a thing
*Mr. Black walks off, leaving Mr. Blood confused*
Mr. Blood: The hell?
*Mr Blood follows Mr. Black, trying to figure out the sudden change in his usual implacable demeanor.*