Yeah, right.
You're a jobber. I see when you come up and I know I can batter you around. I f*cked you up when we played. I mashed you. I bashed you and yet you're still here. You have no pride or intellect to know when you lost. I ended you and you stay a defeated shell of a carcass with no life or talent. I ended you there and it was over but no, you're a dope and keep coming back for me.
close your mouth