Bray

You're supposed to come up with a snarky title!

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Like how you folded Madison?

Shoutout to Big Basil for a challenging match. I couldn't reverse shit in the beginning but the servers blessed me down the line. Since I give everyone nicknames, yours is gonna be White Fat Albert. Good match bud. It feels good to be back in the fold.

The following segment was recorded with a black woman’s IPhone and posted on her personal Twitter right after the Bray vs. Basil match. It takes a second for the camera to focus but eventually it focuses on Bray packing up his gear into his case, ready to hit the road for the next show. Ace: [in a macho-like voice] Now, ladies and gentlemen, presenting the comeback king, the homecoming hero, the bonafida suicida- Bray: I can think of worse names. Ace: AAAAAHH! You back, baby! WE back in this bitch! Woo! Bray: Yea, we back. It’s a start, but hey, we back. Like a child, Ace zooms the camera in on his face, much to his amusement. Bray: And since I’m back, don’t you think you should get back to training after we leave? Ace: I don’t know, should I? Bray: Wasn’t your obsession with Sophia and the Women’s title incredibly strong a few months ago? Ace: Yea, well that was before she beat me and I sorta vanished alongside you. Bray: You almost had it, you know. You should try for it again. I know you miss it. Ace: [smacking her lips] You right. I do. Maybe I can whip Kassie’s ass again. Bray's eyes widen, fearful of the idea. Bray: Whatever floats your boat. Just, this time, don’t try and do your own thing again. You’re not very good at it. Ace: [gasping] Hurtful! Bray: Truthful! Ace: ...Heh, I kinda missed your sense of humor. Didn’t really see much of that this year. What with your… “phases”. Bray: They were experiments! ….I wouldn’t say they failed but- Ace: They failed. Bray: Brutally. Bray zips up his case and begins to roll it towards the exit. Bray: I think with this “reset” we’re doing, I think I’m gonna try and bulk up a bit. It’s not fun being seen as just another light heavyweight. Plus, all that jumping around and shit is bad for my knee. Ace: So why the hell did you do it? Bray: [shrugging his shoulders] Reasons. Why the hell do you do it? Ace: To… be like everyone else. Bray: [in a Yoda voice] And that… is why you fail, young Padawan. Go after the title again. Do you. Don’t know what the other assclowns tell you. And for the love of Jesus, cut a promo with Sophia. You got lurched last time and I don’t want a lurch for a sister! Ace: And I don’t want a clown ass nigga for a brother! Bray: Touche, mi hermana. She turns the camera around, showing the two of them leaving. Ace: It’s good to have you back, Ali. Bray stops rolling his briefcase and extends his arm around his sister’s shoulder. He gives her a peck on her head and smiles. Bray: Good to be back.

Tiff needs a man that doesn't lose to someone 10 feet less than him!

You do love us!

Well fuck me in the ass and call me Tiffany...

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Soundin black as fuck.

And my sister is suing OCW again for using the music at 27:00 in the main event. :P

DeNnIs BlAcK!!! YoU.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUFtKWre4ZM

I never took a break, Denny boy! I just had a... ReVeLaTiOn of sorts! And I feel GoOd! Out of Character: My pops had surgery and I had to miss out on a Turmoil and wasn't booked for a while.

http://66.media.tumblr.com/0a3995b0eb2f7f29a954008f5fc60eb3/tumblr_obdcheI0IU1so18vqo1_500.gif Now... why'd you have to go and hUrT my FeEliNgS, Jack? I thought we were FrIeNdS? NEVER trust a Genital James, pEople. I'm ready to KICK SOMEONE IN THE F*CKING THROAT, but you won't let me? I'm paying a visit to Turmoil anyway. There's a LoOsE eNd that needs sTiTcHiNg.

IC: Don't go soft on me, Hulk Hogan. You're gonna regret what you did... OOC: Thoughts are the same.

The following message is taken from- Never mind, wHaT dO yOu CaRe? Frustration, Erosion, Anger, Rage Four words synonymous with the mind of the molded Torn apart by the light and the dark Never at peace with itself Always at war, always struggling Begging for the chance to be free Never succeeding One soul in particular So bended, so twisted Segregated from the masses, never to be spoken of Isolated and alone bRoKeN and BaTtErEd Full of regrets Full-of-sorrow Unforgiven by the god it worships Hated by the "aLlIeS" it wanted No one to turn to No one to stand by it's side All alone bEgGiNg for Acceptance Tearing at it's soul Failing AGAIN Wishing for ThEeNd to come Knifing away it's flesh, one by one Day after day Night after night It's all come to a boil At it's new home Where a similar path followed suit Tearing away the soul even more to near eradication As it stands idle, watching it's "CoMrAdEs" batter it One by one Day after day Week after week Month after month It knows one thing in particular As the future approaches It can only gaze from afar With a look of despair... #ForgiveMe

Mothafucka what you know about Saitama? xD

I don't know, but I swear if they keep fucking up my matches, I'll get my sister to sue.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuckity fucking fuck fuck fuck fucking fucker fuck fuck. ..............is it TV-MA yet? :)

Zzzz... zzzz. oh first.

Broken? BROKEN!? I'M THE BROKEN SPIRIT, DAMMIT. :(

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