I got my lovely lil' chest slaughtered by
Jay-Z last night. Not the rapper. The 210-lbs wrestler. Prior to the match, he said he'd probably give me one or two chops, tops.
He gave me six.
And clotheslined me on the chin, causing me serious fucking jaw pain whenever I speak or eat.
But our match rocked, and I even got a humorous spot that consisted
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