Once again, I have grabbed Bitchtits by his stinking ugly face and slammed him against the steel guardrail before slapping him in the million dollar KWAB and putting him to sleep. And as he dreams of transsexual midgets dressed like Seth Rollins, all the women who work for WWE will be a little safer because he is not awake to stalk them. And now I will take my leave in victory for the time being, as there are about 30 beautiful women here at my penthouse that require my personal attention. But don't worry, because I'll be back before long. And in the end, I'll make Bitchtits my personal cotton picking slave because everybody's got a price for the Million Dollar Mick, and his isn't much! NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!