Post by Sam Washington on Jun 21, 2016 10:37:00 GMT
Sam Washington is focused. He has his eyes locked on a target. The sweat dripping down his face. His heart beating loud and fast He has never been under this pressure in a long time.
SW: Focus Sam….Focus.
He takes one massive breath.
SW: And here….we….go!
Sam shouts loud before being revealed as the camera pans out that he is picking a brand of BBQ meat from a nearby Wallmart. He soon breathes a sign of relief as he is happy with the choice he has made.
SW: Oh that was too close to call!
Sam carries on filling his trolley with crates of beer and more meat. He carries on to the check out as he sees his shopping scanned. Unknown to him that several times a woman and child are watching him and recognise him from Guerreros of Lucha. He still isn’t catching them from the corner of his eye. Soon they pluck up the courage to approach he American War Machine as he is just about to leave.
“Excuse me sir…Can you take a photo with my boy? He’s a big fan of yours!”
Sam has a big grin on his face.
SW: Why certainly miss lady let me just get into……
Sam turns around and sees the mother and child are Hispanic. He drops his shopping in horror. The face turned from one of joy to one of horror. The mother gets her Iphone out as Sam sees the young Hispanic boy try to hug him.
“I like you!”
SW: Yeah... just stay where you are…”
Sam tries to gently push the boy away so he isn’t touching him.
“Okay you ready for a photo?”
SW: One quick question, where was your husband born?
“Pheonix Arizona?”
Sams body language and face turns back from sour to relaxation.
SW: When in that case son come get a hug! You guys have jumped over from the dark side of the force!”
Sam pulls him back to hug him in and takes a photograph with a massive grin before taking something out of his shopping bag….An American flag and some red, white and blue candy.
SW: There you go son. Go on and support your country!
The son has a massive smile on his face and looks up at Sam;
“Thanks Senor!”
Sam goes over and firmly whispers in his ears before taking some of the candy back for speaking Spanish.
SW: Say Sir, you’ll get crucified otherwise kid! Remember you’re American!
Sam puts on a fake smile wishing the pair a great day as they leave. Once they are out of sight Sam sours and shakes his head.
SW: What kind of American lets their son speak Spanish? Pfft!
Later on in the evening the American Ultras are on a ranch with Sniper Rifles so they could use the scopes to look at the border so no Mexicans are trying to cross over. They reminisce about their recent time as they smoke thick cigars and drink Budweiser.
SW: You know what brothers? It’s been amazing how we have evolved! I mean we have a Facebook page! Fair enough most comments are jealous Mexicans wishing we got fucked by dogs but we have had applications for members!
“Yeah! There’s no stopping us!”
“LETS GO AMERICA!”
Sam smashes a Bud with them all as they celebrate.
SW: Instead of those illegal mother fuckers that try to steal money from our babies! Instead of those scumbags crossing our borders to take our jobs! Instead of those pieces of shit trying to replace our American beers with their Mexican beers that taste like cat piss!!! WE WILL BE INVADING THEM!!!!!
The Ultras nod vigorously.
SW: When I defeat the Masked Moron and when we get to invade those fuckers in their own country. We will show them all that it is time for us to overrule them! We will be painting their filthy land red white and mother fucking blue!
…………
One more match.
Another idiot to take out.
For the trip to Eternity.
Y’all have underestimated me for far too long. You all thought I was this fat bastard American that could not achieve anything. Now where are y’all at. You are all silent. You have your lips bitten as I prove you fuckers wrong each and every show I show up at.
I’ve never lost.
I’ve never been pinned or been submitted.
I am the epitome of what I call myself each and every show I turn up for in America or some other country that tries to be like America…..A war machine that is fuelled by red white and motherfucking blue!!!
And look at me. Semi finals of Rey de Reyes. A bonified main eventer. A face of this company. You cannot stop the cogs that constantly power up the American War Machine. Not even Einstein himself if he was alive and had American citizenship he would not even figure out how to stop me.
So let me ask you all this question….What makes you think a moron has a speck of chance against me?
It is quite simple, he has more chance than Clinton winning the elections!
Masked Moron is a joke. He runs around with his retarded mask and his heavily injured brain which makes him a child in a mans body. This is easy as taking candy from a baby!
I am the American Athlete. I don’t exercise, I don’t train apart from punching the living fuck out of Mexicans that try to steal our jobs and take our culture away. I am full of Twinkles, American meat and American beer. I take regular naps and I stay up all night being a freedom fighter and playing X-Box. So when people look at me and say I am not the right way forward. I say to them to go fuck themselves! My life is AWESOME! And not one person on this American planet of ours is gonna make me think different.
The Ultras are here to stay and no MORON is going to stop us from reaching Eternity. Because the dream for me and the American Ultras is to win the Heavyweight title in those filthy fleas own ground….and there is nothing more than I crave than to have the American flag draped over Mexican soil.
Those fuckers should have let us take over the whole country. Then again I don’t like Mexican food. HA!
AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!
SW: Focus Sam….Focus.
He takes one massive breath.
SW: And here….we….go!
Sam shouts loud before being revealed as the camera pans out that he is picking a brand of BBQ meat from a nearby Wallmart. He soon breathes a sign of relief as he is happy with the choice he has made.
SW: Oh that was too close to call!
Sam carries on filling his trolley with crates of beer and more meat. He carries on to the check out as he sees his shopping scanned. Unknown to him that several times a woman and child are watching him and recognise him from Guerreros of Lucha. He still isn’t catching them from the corner of his eye. Soon they pluck up the courage to approach he American War Machine as he is just about to leave.
“Excuse me sir…Can you take a photo with my boy? He’s a big fan of yours!”
Sam has a big grin on his face.
SW: Why certainly miss lady let me just get into……
Sam turns around and sees the mother and child are Hispanic. He drops his shopping in horror. The face turned from one of joy to one of horror. The mother gets her Iphone out as Sam sees the young Hispanic boy try to hug him.
“I like you!”
SW: Yeah... just stay where you are…”
Sam tries to gently push the boy away so he isn’t touching him.
“Okay you ready for a photo?”
SW: One quick question, where was your husband born?
“Pheonix Arizona?”
Sams body language and face turns back from sour to relaxation.
SW: When in that case son come get a hug! You guys have jumped over from the dark side of the force!”
Sam pulls him back to hug him in and takes a photograph with a massive grin before taking something out of his shopping bag….An American flag and some red, white and blue candy.
SW: There you go son. Go on and support your country!
The son has a massive smile on his face and looks up at Sam;
“Thanks Senor!”
Sam goes over and firmly whispers in his ears before taking some of the candy back for speaking Spanish.
SW: Say Sir, you’ll get crucified otherwise kid! Remember you’re American!
Sam puts on a fake smile wishing the pair a great day as they leave. Once they are out of sight Sam sours and shakes his head.
SW: What kind of American lets their son speak Spanish? Pfft!
Later on in the evening the American Ultras are on a ranch with Sniper Rifles so they could use the scopes to look at the border so no Mexicans are trying to cross over. They reminisce about their recent time as they smoke thick cigars and drink Budweiser.
SW: You know what brothers? It’s been amazing how we have evolved! I mean we have a Facebook page! Fair enough most comments are jealous Mexicans wishing we got fucked by dogs but we have had applications for members!
“Yeah! There’s no stopping us!”
“LETS GO AMERICA!”
Sam smashes a Bud with them all as they celebrate.
SW: Instead of those illegal mother fuckers that try to steal money from our babies! Instead of those scumbags crossing our borders to take our jobs! Instead of those pieces of shit trying to replace our American beers with their Mexican beers that taste like cat piss!!! WE WILL BE INVADING THEM!!!!!
The Ultras nod vigorously.
SW: When I defeat the Masked Moron and when we get to invade those fuckers in their own country. We will show them all that it is time for us to overrule them! We will be painting their filthy land red white and mother fucking blue!
…………
One more match.
Another idiot to take out.
For the trip to Eternity.
Y’all have underestimated me for far too long. You all thought I was this fat bastard American that could not achieve anything. Now where are y’all at. You are all silent. You have your lips bitten as I prove you fuckers wrong each and every show I show up at.
I’ve never lost.
I’ve never been pinned or been submitted.
I am the epitome of what I call myself each and every show I turn up for in America or some other country that tries to be like America…..A war machine that is fuelled by red white and motherfucking blue!!!
And look at me. Semi finals of Rey de Reyes. A bonified main eventer. A face of this company. You cannot stop the cogs that constantly power up the American War Machine. Not even Einstein himself if he was alive and had American citizenship he would not even figure out how to stop me.
So let me ask you all this question….What makes you think a moron has a speck of chance against me?
It is quite simple, he has more chance than Clinton winning the elections!
Masked Moron is a joke. He runs around with his retarded mask and his heavily injured brain which makes him a child in a mans body. This is easy as taking candy from a baby!
I am the American Athlete. I don’t exercise, I don’t train apart from punching the living fuck out of Mexicans that try to steal our jobs and take our culture away. I am full of Twinkles, American meat and American beer. I take regular naps and I stay up all night being a freedom fighter and playing X-Box. So when people look at me and say I am not the right way forward. I say to them to go fuck themselves! My life is AWESOME! And not one person on this American planet of ours is gonna make me think different.
The Ultras are here to stay and no MORON is going to stop us from reaching Eternity. Because the dream for me and the American Ultras is to win the Heavyweight title in those filthy fleas own ground….and there is nothing more than I crave than to have the American flag draped over Mexican soil.
Those fuckers should have let us take over the whole country. Then again I don’t like Mexican food. HA!
AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!