What the frick did you just heckin’ say about me, you little twerp? I'll have you know I graduated top of my weight class in the NCAA, and I've been involved in numerous secret training camps on Dagestan, and I have over 300 confirmed submissions. I am trained in freestyle wrestling and I'm the top wrestler in the entire US college division. You are nothing to me but just another opponent. I will wipe you the darn out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this mat, mark my flippin’ words. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me over the Internet? Think again, Fish paste!. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of coaches across the USA and your voice is being recorded right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your record. You're fricking marked by Tapology, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can wrestle you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States National Team and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable butt off the face of the continent, you little son of a monkey. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your blimey tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you baloney fartknocker. I will swarm fury all over you and you will shiver in it. You've already tapped, kiddo.