I will laugh, and when i beat the fuck out of you at Knoxville, or at Las Vegas, or in London, or in Toronto, or in the back alley behind the McDonald's in Cincinnati, Ohio, or wherever the fuck on Earth you want to fight me bitch. What will happen, is I will fucking take you down and I will place, my 400 pound gunt, directly into your mouth, and you will slurp my gunt crease, and I will take my finger, and I will ram it up your ass, and I will sodomize you wrestling style, and the ref won't even know what's happening. He won't know, as I sodomize your asshole, and I take my hands and I fucking grope you, and I make you my bitch, and I emasculate you, and take your masculinity from you. And as I flip you unto your fucking belly, and mount your asshole, and begin, to fucking destroy you, to begin to lay- and rain down blows, to the back of your head permanently brain damaging you, and paralyzing your sad fucking ass, so that you really are Donga, in a fucking wheelchair, for the rest of your fucking life.
And if this fight happens on the street, after i knock you fucking unconscious you fat sack of shit, I will stand up, and put your fucking mouth on the curb, and stomp it, American History X style. And your fucking brains will be on the goddamn concrete sidewalk, bitch.
Let's do it in some third world country without laws. You think I fucking fear you son? It's fucking no chance in hell! Your fucking reach is gonna be a full twelve inches shorter. So you can't box with god. You're a hundred pounds lighter, you can't grapple me for shit! You're gonna be fucking tossed on your head! I am literally gonna pick you the fuck up, and drop you on your head, and break your fucking neck! There is pretty much no way you're gonna walk out of this fight the same way you walked in. You might have eight thousand dollars but you have no health insurance, and you're hundreds of thousands of dollars in the hole. So enjoy the fucking medical bills that also can't be discharged in bankruptcy in your shithole of a land, where you get raped by your medical debt, and your goddamn student loan debt, and you say debt doesn't matter when you'll never own shit in your life, you'll never amount to anything, Ethan.
But cry yourself to sleep. Try and fucking, you can't- you won't even be able to hold the money in your hands. You're fucking be crippled from the neck down. You're literally gonna be fucking controlling your wheelchair with your tongue.
That's what will happen if you DAAAARE fucking step to me bitch. You say you're fuckin', hood- hood wretch, you're a gangster, you're this, you're that. You're fucking nothing. You're my prison prag bitch. You're my fucking slave!
