Since this is an open challenge and I have no idea who my challenger is, I'm gonna shoot on a dead guy. DUSK... fuck you pal.

People come to me all the time at all hours of the day and say STUPID FUCKIN QUESTIONS IN MY FACE.

Talm bout, "Miguel, why did you do a Lasanga Boy Lindsay Troy Boy Toy Open Challenge?"

Talm bout, "Miguel, who do you think you're opponent will be?"

Shut tha FUCK UP with ya stupid ass questions and understand that the master plan has always been unfolding and will never stop unfolding. Then, once you truly understand that, bend forward far enough to STICK YOUR OWN HEAD UP YOUR ASS.

The reason they call me the Man with the Golden Cock is simple.

Its because I got a nice dick.

Know who aint NEVER been called the Man with the Golden Cock?

Dusk.

They might call him the man with a shitty daughter. They might call him the man with the Golden smoke machine. They might call him the man with worms crawling in the crevices of his bones in a fuckin GRAVE BEE CEE HE IS DEAD.

But they never called him the man with the Golden cock and they never will call him the man with the golden cock.

Reasons why I could kick Dusk's ass any day:

1. He died.

2. He is a dead cadaver.

3. He sucks at wrestling (again, dead).

4. Is not an athlete (on account of death).

5. His daughter sucks (maybe would be nicer if he was alive).

6. I'm the man with the golden cock.

...do you get it yet, PRIME?

I AM THE MAN WHO CAN DEFEAT ANY DEAD BODY INSIDE THE SQUARED CIRCLE.

AT DAWN!!!

...and at dusk 😏.

So dont be SURPRISED if someone decides to take on this Lasagna Boy Lindsay Troy Boy Toy Open Challenge, and it ends up being a dead man named Dusk.

And if it is?

Hmph.

Well, lets just say that the man with the Golden cock will pick up his first career victory.