Post by Sam Washington on May 23, 2016 15:02:21 GMT
The Ultras arrive at the border and endure to the searing heat of the American/Mexican border. The American Ultras along with several other “vigilantes” driving around the border to make sure no Mexicans cross over the border.
“It’s been a quiet day.”
“That we can’t complain about. None of these Mexican motherfuckers bringing their tequila and sombreros over here!
“Ultras it’s been a good day! No Mexicans in sight. That’ll be the sight when I finish these Luchadors off at GOL!”
The sudden sound of gunshots echo further out in the distance that brings about an immediate reaction to the Ultras. They storm in their Jeeps and dash off. They hear the sounds of an celebration and the large thundering sound of shotguns being set off as empty shells as several rowdy southern Americans are surrounding what gradually eventually is three Mexicans hand tied and gagged in the mouth. The Ultras soon dash out from their jeep and get involved in the celebration. They open cans of ice cold Buds from their cooler box as Sam goes over with his sunglasses towards the trio.
“We got em! We got em!”
“Sure as hell looks like it boys! Great job! Lets see if they are free for any questions?”
Sam leans over towards the Mexicans.
“¿Cuál es tu color favorito? Que hizo que se paga para intentar cruzar las fronteras de nuestra escoria. A ver si rocío mi error y le dará una limpia !!”(What’s your favourite colour? Who did you pay to try cross our borders scum. Let me get my bug spray and give you a clean!!)
Sam gets angry as one of them tries to go for him by lunging over. Sam lifts him up and smacks him so hard teeth break off and blood drips from his mouth. He kicks dust at the other two before motioning for a gang beating by his fellow vigilantes.
“Make sure you rip off his dickhole boys!
Later on in the night the vigilantes have settled at a camp base with a camp fire and pots filled to the brim of American BBQ meat and pulled pork. The meet up has brought all the groups together.
“So this is the man they call Sam?”
“Sure is fellow American!”
“I like a man who names themselves after the greatest men on Earth. And you into the wrasslin’ as well?”
“Someone has to tell those idiots that their monkey flips don’t knock out people. Fists do!”
The large group laugh out loud.
(Hispanic) “Hey can we get some food?”
Sam gives a disgusting stare to them.
“Pipe down you filthy fucks! Go eat some grass that makes your salad doesn’t it scum?!”
“You can’t just leave us like this! We’re gonna call the cops!”
“HA! We are the police on these lands dicks!”
“Let us go I gotta pee!”
“Nope!”
“This is inhumane!”
The view gradually reveals that The American Ultras have put the three Mexicans in wooden cages. Some of the vigilantes are drunk and poking them with sticks before one decides to piss on them drunk.
“This is disgusting!”
“This is just like what you’ll get if you crossed over! We’re doing you a favour!”
They throw in scraps as they dehumanise the Mexicans even more. The Ultras have some alone time to discuss upcoming plans.
“Next we take Miles out. The we can expand!”
“Fellas, anyone who follows that style of wrestling is an American enemy. If you see any flips, back flips from an American….WE TAKE THEM OUT! That style will be sent back down to Mexico where they can fight it out with their cocks for five pesos! Now is the time to spread the word at GOL and for all world wrestling feds. AMERICA or nothing!”
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So here is your American Hero, one of the greatest men an American woman ever gave birth to, preparing to eliminate the illegal pricks coming from Mexico, Canada and everywhere else all over the globe. I’mma getting ready to further roll out the American War Machine…..And then this little virgin goin’ by the name of Avery shows up.
First off, who the fuck calls a son Avery? You sure as hell ain’t from the Caribbean. Hell don’t get me even started on them lot!
Second off, how fucking dare you speak behind your tweets and your promotions you work for trying to cuss my name in the wrestling world. Before you forget son I am UNBEATEN in all promotions. I am a wrecking ball of destruction that buckles every fucking thing in its path.
Remember that before trying to beat me in MY match!
Because anything with America in it is my match. The red white and blue colours of our proud flag is the same colours of my blood. As long as anything to do with defending my proud country is involved in any sort of stip, it is MY match.
And none of your flippy shitty moves will do anything to stop me!
Now you may have made a name of yourself in the Super Falcon Cup with that crappy double flip. But Tiger Mask Red is nowhere near my league. I set the bar for toughness and for how wrestling should be in the US of A!
So go ahead monkey and try your little flips on me, you’ll be met with an American fist along with an American steel chair!
Now I’ve also heard you are quite the risk taker. Got some guts kid to do that, but have you ever risked your own life for your country? NEVER! That’s what! Your little declaration that you are a risk taker is bull when you haven’t even done anything to put your life on the line. I risk my neck every single day when me and the Ultras patrol our borders and put our lives on the line against the filthy violent and disgusting thugs that come from Mexico.
You will be wiped out like the Luchas who have attempted to take me out.
You will be sent back to the indies where you belong.
Avery Miles will be exposed and before you know it. Maybe they’ll all start to realise I am the real deal.
And eagles are far better than falcons any day!!
AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!
“It’s been a quiet day.”
“That we can’t complain about. None of these Mexican motherfuckers bringing their tequila and sombreros over here!
“Ultras it’s been a good day! No Mexicans in sight. That’ll be the sight when I finish these Luchadors off at GOL!”
The sudden sound of gunshots echo further out in the distance that brings about an immediate reaction to the Ultras. They storm in their Jeeps and dash off. They hear the sounds of an celebration and the large thundering sound of shotguns being set off as empty shells as several rowdy southern Americans are surrounding what gradually eventually is three Mexicans hand tied and gagged in the mouth. The Ultras soon dash out from their jeep and get involved in the celebration. They open cans of ice cold Buds from their cooler box as Sam goes over with his sunglasses towards the trio.
“We got em! We got em!”
“Sure as hell looks like it boys! Great job! Lets see if they are free for any questions?”
Sam leans over towards the Mexicans.
“¿Cuál es tu color favorito? Que hizo que se paga para intentar cruzar las fronteras de nuestra escoria. A ver si rocío mi error y le dará una limpia !!”(What’s your favourite colour? Who did you pay to try cross our borders scum. Let me get my bug spray and give you a clean!!)
Sam gets angry as one of them tries to go for him by lunging over. Sam lifts him up and smacks him so hard teeth break off and blood drips from his mouth. He kicks dust at the other two before motioning for a gang beating by his fellow vigilantes.
“Make sure you rip off his dickhole boys!
Later on in the night the vigilantes have settled at a camp base with a camp fire and pots filled to the brim of American BBQ meat and pulled pork. The meet up has brought all the groups together.
“So this is the man they call Sam?”
“Sure is fellow American!”
“I like a man who names themselves after the greatest men on Earth. And you into the wrasslin’ as well?”
“Someone has to tell those idiots that their monkey flips don’t knock out people. Fists do!”
The large group laugh out loud.
(Hispanic) “Hey can we get some food?”
Sam gives a disgusting stare to them.
“Pipe down you filthy fucks! Go eat some grass that makes your salad doesn’t it scum?!”
“You can’t just leave us like this! We’re gonna call the cops!”
“HA! We are the police on these lands dicks!”
“Let us go I gotta pee!”
“Nope!”
“This is inhumane!”
The view gradually reveals that The American Ultras have put the three Mexicans in wooden cages. Some of the vigilantes are drunk and poking them with sticks before one decides to piss on them drunk.
“This is disgusting!”
“This is just like what you’ll get if you crossed over! We’re doing you a favour!”
They throw in scraps as they dehumanise the Mexicans even more. The Ultras have some alone time to discuss upcoming plans.
“Next we take Miles out. The we can expand!”
“Fellas, anyone who follows that style of wrestling is an American enemy. If you see any flips, back flips from an American….WE TAKE THEM OUT! That style will be sent back down to Mexico where they can fight it out with their cocks for five pesos! Now is the time to spread the word at GOL and for all world wrestling feds. AMERICA or nothing!”
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So here is your American Hero, one of the greatest men an American woman ever gave birth to, preparing to eliminate the illegal pricks coming from Mexico, Canada and everywhere else all over the globe. I’mma getting ready to further roll out the American War Machine…..And then this little virgin goin’ by the name of Avery shows up.
First off, who the fuck calls a son Avery? You sure as hell ain’t from the Caribbean. Hell don’t get me even started on them lot!
Second off, how fucking dare you speak behind your tweets and your promotions you work for trying to cuss my name in the wrestling world. Before you forget son I am UNBEATEN in all promotions. I am a wrecking ball of destruction that buckles every fucking thing in its path.
Remember that before trying to beat me in MY match!
Because anything with America in it is my match. The red white and blue colours of our proud flag is the same colours of my blood. As long as anything to do with defending my proud country is involved in any sort of stip, it is MY match.
And none of your flippy shitty moves will do anything to stop me!
Now you may have made a name of yourself in the Super Falcon Cup with that crappy double flip. But Tiger Mask Red is nowhere near my league. I set the bar for toughness and for how wrestling should be in the US of A!
So go ahead monkey and try your little flips on me, you’ll be met with an American fist along with an American steel chair!
Now I’ve also heard you are quite the risk taker. Got some guts kid to do that, but have you ever risked your own life for your country? NEVER! That’s what! Your little declaration that you are a risk taker is bull when you haven’t even done anything to put your life on the line. I risk my neck every single day when me and the Ultras patrol our borders and put our lives on the line against the filthy violent and disgusting thugs that come from Mexico.
You will be wiped out like the Luchas who have attempted to take me out.
You will be sent back to the indies where you belong.
Avery Miles will be exposed and before you know it. Maybe they’ll all start to realise I am the real deal.
And eagles are far better than falcons any day!!
AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!