With the aid of Shimtup, the legendary blade that has been passed down throughout the generations to only the most exemplary warriors, I have vanquished another one of my formiddable foes in tw--three contests.
To the certain cowards on the Cry-ryonicles who thought they could vitiate the the integrity of our sport with their vile toxicity after the first bout, to all of the simpleton spectators in the Smogtours realm who thought they would be able to distract me with their odious pestilence, to all of the so-called "tournament directors" who attempted to give my adversary an unfair advantage (Yes, your, shall we say, "balls hurt," don't they?), I have but one thing to say to all of you......
SWIM IN GARBAGE, O YOU GARRRBBBBAAAAAGGGGEEEEEEEEE!