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Anonymous decided it was time for him to speak.

"Since I've gotten here in the WWFG, people have asked me why did I decide to target Snypa Rifle in my debut and more frequently why did I murder Shirley Phelps-Roper. I can answer both questions but first why I murdered Mrs Phelps-Roper. It was simple, her father and the Westboro Baptist Church have been a pain in the a** of so many people, they even disrespected the funerals of you're fallen commrades."

The soldier's booed heavily at the mentioning of WBC and their actions as Anonymous continued to talk.

"It was decided by Anonymous that she must be killed and since I did the deed, I should be rewarded. Now onto Snypa Rifle, when he cut a promo on Kalos and John Morrison, he was hoping for more people to take a shot at the two of them. However he wasn't counting on the debut of Anonymous and Snypa, buddy, you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Do I have any regrets attacking you, ******** no *****. I also said that I was going to be serious business, yet you didn't believe me"

Anonymous sat in the chair as he looked around although some soldier's reckonised the serious tone in Anonymous's voice, he waited for the soldier's to settle down before speaking again.

"Now Snypa, I'm giving you the opportunity to come out here and say a few words that maybe on you're mind".

Anonymous lowered the mic as he didn't move from his chair, he continued to look into the crowd

Anonymous didn't bother to look at Fred or his homobuddies at WBC, instead he raised the mic to speak again.

"So I call out Snypa and yet I get this dumbass. How they let you in at Camp Victory is beyond me, Mr Phelps. But if it's retribution you seek, you won't find it here because if you try to harm me, you'll be shot onsite. Now with that said, can Snypa get his a** out here now"

Anonymous ignored Fred Phelps and his crew of a** pirates

Snypa finally shows himself, standing on top of a tank with his collapsible baton in one hand and a mic in the other.

"You rang?"

Snypa jumps off of the tank, walking slowly toward the ring.

"Because, Anonymous...as much fun as I'd like to have beating your a** to within an inch of your life for what you did, there's a bigger problem we have to deal with. A problem that these troops here have to put up with. While they're over 4000 miles away fighting for freedom, people like the Westboro Baptist Church abuse it by downtalking these men and women who kill and die for others."

And now Snypa focuses on Phelps.

"Fred Phelps, guys like Anonymous and I put our bodies on the line week in and week out for crowds of people who come to see us perform for them. And on any given day, I'd bash your face in for mocking the business I love. But that's nothing in comparison..."

And Snypa makes a circle, pointing at the troops, getting a positive response.

"To what these fine men and women do. We work every week. They work every day. You might think that I put my body on the line, Fred Phelps, but guess what? They put their lives on the line so I can get in that ring and do what I love. They put their lives on the line so dumbasses like you and your cult can walk up and down the streets and picket funerals of heroes who died for their country."

And these soldiers are going wild for the Hardcore Kid as he finally makes it nose-to-nose with the Westboro "Pastor."

"I know why you hold your those little protests." Snypa says. "You go in search of the most insignificant things ever: Lady Gaga concerts, Jewish synagogues, comic conventions, productions of the Laramie Project, Mike Landry's mother's bedroom. And most of all: baseball games. You go to these things in the event you can make lawsuit money 'cause someone knocked you flat on your a**. Well, guess what?"

And the WBC is looking really scared as they and Megan begin to clear out, leaving the cult master alone.

"You're gonna get your wish!" Snypa yells the last part as he throws Phelps in the ring with Anonymous before getting in the ring himself.

And we all know that Mr. Phelps is in his 80's, so that's pretty brutal.

And right after Fred Phelps is driven into the mat by the Rule 34 (which should be named after Rule 35) to a thunderous roar from the men and women of the Armed Services, Snypa looks to pay Anon back for his cheap shot with a blow to the ribs from the baton. If successful, the Hardcore Kid will drop the baton to bring Anonymous up to his feet and onto his shoulders for the Rockstar Mentality.

The elbows are enough for Snypa to back off as he is unable to complete the move.

Snypa picks up a mic and goes to the edge of the ring where Anonymous is at.

"Hey! No more running! No more hiding! Let's do this! Right here, in front of these soldiers! You and me, Anonymous! Just like in war, anything goes! No rules, no disqualifications, no countouts! Let's have ourselves a good old-fashioned Desert Fight*!"

-<*Since this show is at Camp Victory and in the desert (Iraq). Desert takes the place of Street.>-