**Supernatural is in his back office behind the round card table. It has an empty chair along with some cards and a case of beer. Supernatural flips the table. **
Supernatural: This is bullshit. True talent fighting hasn't even closed it's doors and members are being poached.
Supernatural: Factor in the shitty new engine, why bother playing the wrestling game?
Supernatural: Feds are closing right and left and people leaving in droves. Rather than keeping on the good staff in the process of switching engines, the hire crapt like madam snapshot. She has a pole the size of russia up her ass. She is a bitch and an asshole.
Supernatural: Then you have have doofus's like Joe Bow running feds. That man is about as useful as tits on a man. Seriously, his fed is crapt. Yet he thinks he is god's gift to the wrestling game. The fact is people like him give the wrestling game a bad name. Assuming the new person has been scared off by Madam Snapshot.
Supernatural: Then you have people like Chris Brooks. He is dope. Thinks he is tough hiding behind a keyboard writing scathing remarks about people on his dead fed. The fact is he is a shit stain on the shit stain that twg is. Which I never thought was possible.
Supernatural: But that is the life of being apart of the wrestling game community. Full of douches, bums and jackass. But what can you do?