This is a pretty fun job. This is a great way to get the aggressions out. Chopping up dead cows and pigs is kinda fun. If I wasn't wrestling I'd do this in a heartbeat. Oh look, a meat hook. Didn't that fucker Chainz say that he was just like a meat hook? Did that make sense to anybody else, because it just kinda left me in the dust. It went over my head. It was a pretty stupid analogy if you ask me. None of it made any sense...a meat hook is in no way related to a guy's personality. The only thing I got from it is "I'm not a toy to be fooled around with". Well if you're not supposed to be fooled around with, then you're not much of a toy are you? And who plays with a meat hook anyways? Honestly, you are one dumb motherfucker. And then, you compared yourself to a meat cleaver. Fuck that. "I'm blunt not sharp, until you piss me off and I cut you and it hurts..." watch this fucker.

Double R takes the cleaver and slices the bottom of his arm. It bleeds profusely. He gets a sick smile on his face.

That's right bitch, I'm a cutter. The pain feels good, it's a release from the pressures of the real world. You may be a "darkness follower", but I'm just flat out crazy. And what's with you and Lucifer? Are you in love wtih the guy or what? You need to chill out on Lucifer. He may be insane, but even crazy people have their boundaries. Besides, you've got your ass buddy Deciple, so you have nothing to complain about. Comparing yourself to all these inatimate objects just further proves your ignorance to the world. In fact, every word you say further proves your ignorance to the world. Like when you said that I made your loss to CJ public...you dumbass! It was on National fucking TV, it was publicized before I even thought of bringing it up. Chainz, you are very wrong in saying that you're gonna beat us on Sunday. Chainz, not only do I have more experience and wins then you, but I also have more charisma, brains, and overall greatness. Compared to me you're not fit to hold that title, or any title in this company. To me, you're nothing but another "W" on my record...and since you're dumb then let me explain that. "W" means win and record means the number of matches I've won and lost. Chainz, when I beat you this Sunday, maybe you'll finally put your arrogance and ignorance aside and realize that you're nothing but a wide eyed shit talking rookie that couldn't stand up to Gary Coleman, much less me. You will realize how wrong you are about my "beliefs". Lemme tell you Chainz, I don't give a shit if you're a "darkness follower", you're nothing but a wannabe that dresses and talks a certain way to scare people. Like the Faggot Maggots that wear Slipknot merch and think they're all hard because they look like a goth. Chainz, to me, you're a Faggot Maggot. You may be willing to risk your body for the titles, but I'm willing to give my life. I've not nothing to live for except the ring and whats inside it, so why not give everything I have to it? I might as well risk my life if I've got nothing to live for, right? Chainz, we have one thing in common, and that is the love for wrestling. But Chainz, I'm better than you. You know it, I know it, and all the people know it. Sorry, but Chainz, it's like you've already lost.

Double R takes some paper towels and wipes away the blood, which has been gushing from his arm the entire time. He throws the crimson paper towels away and continues to chop meat and speak.

Mmm, now we get to talk about Deciple. He's even dumber than Chainz. This fucker can't even spell his own name right. Without the "S" before the "C", it sounds like "Dekiple". Oh well, it's his own damn choice on how he wants to spell his name. The point here is that Deciple decided that he doesn't really want to live anymore. Deciple, there is one rule you abide by here in the XWA, and that is do not fuck with the wrong person. Next to that crazy murderer, I am the epitome of the wrong person to fuck with. Deciple, the things you said in your last promo were not only ignorant, but gutsy as well. You think that I have guts for talking shit to you? That "at your best" I can't even touch you? You've had one match, I'd like to see you at your best. You took this past week off, I'd like to see you dust off the cobwebs and be at your best in two days. Deciple, it's just not going to happen. Hell, I'd like to see you at your best a year from now. You're all talk. You're gonna beat my ass like a fucking slut? Man, beating on you is gonna be like beating on a helpless little puppy with a broken leg. You may have gotten the pin over those shitty excuses for wrestlers at Sinners Take All, but that was nothing. A fluke. A mere burst of good luck. Or maybe it was staged...did you ever think of that? Did you ever think that Bomber just gave you those titles for amusement so that when a team like myself and Donney came around, he could see you get the tar beat out of you? Whatever the possibility, the fact of the matter is that you're the one who can't touch me, even when I'm not at my best, so fuck off and die asshole.

You two should really think before you speak, because believe me, you've got nothing. All you've proved to me is that you're a couple of Class A Jobbers, who have had a total of two matches, and losing one. You're fifty-fifty, and you've got a long way to go before you can prove anything to anyone. Now, if you manage to retain your titles against us this Sunday, then you'll have something to brag about, but until then consider yourselves marked men. You're days as tag team champions are numbered.

Double R smiles and licks the raw meat and blood left on the cleaver off. He sets the cleaver down and walks into the back room as the scene fades to black...

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