Official Match Thread Season 37, Second Semi Final: Sin City Swamprats v Dragons FFC at the Underground Stadium

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I invited all of you, the world as well as Brother Nero into my humble abode, because this day must be documented. When I sign the contract for Slammiversary it marks the inception of the Brother Nero's end days and tonight on Impact Wrestling. You will witness Brother Nero's personal armageddon.

Brother Nero, I knew you'd come. You want me to sign this contract so badly. But this is about making you see the truth. I am me alone and solely responsible for all the success of the Hardy's. I built this house, I built your home. The toys that your little girls play with, it was paid for by my brilliance. People love you because you're a risk-taker, because you're a daredevil. Slammiversary will be your last appearance evah!

I am not afraid of anything. But this is not the appropriate place to handle this. We've to go the sanctuary of our genesis. This must all end where it all began. Follow me!

Welcome! This is the ring, in which it all began in and the ring in which it all ends in.

You wanna fight, Brother Nero? You will get one at Slammiversary.

It is, it is.

Whether it's Slammiversary or here. Your end will come at my happiness.

I told you. I told you it would end. I told you...

It's over! Brother Nero is ovah. Done!
 
What makes me a good Demoman? If I were a bad Demoman, I wouldn't be sittin' here, discussin' it with you now would I? Let's do it! Not one of ya's gonna' survive this! One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch... and kablooie! I got a manky eye. I'm a black, Scottish cyclops. So T'all you fine dandies so proud, so cocksure! Prancin' aboot with your heads full of eyeballs! Come and get me I say!I'll be waiting on ya with a whiff of the 'ol brimstone. I'm a grim bloody fable... with an unhappy bloody end! Oh, they're going to have to glue you back together... in hell!
 
I invited all of you, the world as well as Brother Nero into my humble abode, because this day must be documented. When I sign the contract for Slammiversary it marks the inception of the Brother Nero's end days and tonight on Impact Wrestling. You will witness Brother Nero's personal armageddon.

Brother Nero, I knew you'd come. You want me to sign this contract so badly. But this is about making you see the truth. I am me alone and solely responsible for all the success of the Hardy's. I built this house, I built your home. The toys that your little girls play with, it was paid for by my brilliance. People love you because you're a risk-taker, because you're a daredevil. Slammiversary will be your last appearance evah!

I am not afraid of anything. But this is not the appropriate place to handle this. We've to go the sanctuary of our genesis. This must all end where it all began. Follow me!

Welcome! This is the ring, in which it all began in and the ring in which it all ends in.

You wanna fight, Brother Nero? You will get one at Slammiversary.

It is, it is.

Whether it's Slammiversary or here. Your end will come at my happiness.

I told you. I told you it would end. I told you...

It's over! Brother Nero is ovah. Done!
I would like to inform you that I busted a huge nut to your post. My earth shattering orgasm started making me moan loud enough to deafen anyone in the near vicinity. What followed was my übernut accelerating to 7% the speed of light. The sheer weight of this historical nut, combined with the total destruction of everything in its path, caused my building to collapse, and every female in the city to fall pregnant with my children. As I lay dying under the rubble, I rest assured knowing every one of my sons will repeat this glorious act.
 

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My name is Walter Hartwell White.

I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104.

This is my confession.

If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of.

I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000.

Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring, and did so. In fact, the bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen in the ranks to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my children from me. For 3 months he kept them. My wife, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Hank had taken our children.

We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me this. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.
 
I like to creep around my home and act like a goblin

I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with stress or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from shit I find on the ground to cutlery or other utensils). The other day I was talking with my neighbours and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind.
 
I like to creep around my home and act like a goblin

I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with stress or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from shit I find on the ground to cutlery or other utensils). The other day I was talking with my neighbours and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind.
Are you Demi Lardner?
 

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