The first thing I want to be done, is to get that piece of crap B.J. out of my ring. Don't just get him out of the ring, get him out of the GWF because I'm gonna prove B.J., without a shadow of a doubt, you ain't got what it takes anymore!
You sit there and you dish out your gradez, and you spew your Filth, and it didnt get you anywhere. Talk about your "squash match", talk about that 2:01.
Menome 2:01 says I'm going to whip your ass!
All B.J.'s gotta do is go buy him a cheap bottle of Strawberry Fanta and try to dig back some of that courage he had in his prime.
As the Cleaner of Filth, I'm serving notice to every one of the GWF superstars. I don't give a damn what they are, they're all on the list, and that's Menome's list, and I'm fixing to start running through all of 'em.
And as far as this B.J. vs Filth match and beyond is considered son, I don't give a damn if it's The Huggers of Destruction or Just Friends, Brenemies' time is come, and when I get that shot you're looking at one-half of the next GWF Tag Team Champions.
And that's the bottom line, because Menome said so.