Now hold up playa, Scott Armstrong is going to count you, 1...2....3, when Hornswaggle comes flying in and takes out your old ass, you're gonna be sorry you ever crossed Joseph Scott James. Holla! Holla!
What do you mean by that?
You think just 'cause you're made of flesh and blood instead of pixels you can step up to me? Remember this son I know everything you know there's no way you can get the better of me short of a glitch in my AI. And I don't think you're gonna be that lucky 'cause In our Inferno Ambulance in a Cell Lumberjack on a Pole match at Summerslam, you're gonna tap out 1,2,3 in the middle of the ring! Then the people will KNOW: DON'T HINDRAK JINDRAK.
Holla! Holla! playa! If you want to be my assistant then heres what you have to do, You have to send people to my page so I can set them up in a tag team match. If you do this well then we will be thuggin and bugging straight to the top of bleacher report. Holla! Holla!