I started off on a seven to nothing run and Johnathan could not believe that I was pwning him like a noob in grade school.
Once he was pissed I kept taunting him, each kill I was making wise cracks to piss him off, it was working.
Here is one of the pics when I was heckling his style, I asked if he needed help or a diaper. Someone had to put him in his place.
In the middle of the match he got up and said some heated words after I made yo momma joke that set him off.
He had the nerve to call me a cheater and I got back in his face.
He crossed the line and I took the first swing but he is faster than he looks and missed.
He knew I meant business and tried to run off but I got in a good whack to the back of the head and down he went.
I ran off the stage after him with a bionic elbow nearly from nearly seven feet off the ground.
He mummered what I think was an apology but it was too late, the bomb was inbound.
Security escorted me out but Crotale was kind enough to get my cash, I was a winner.
Thanks Abit, sorry about the blood on the carpet.
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