Post by Sam Washington on Jan 24, 2018 12:01:04 GMT
SW: They (pointing south) want us to break apart and split up for good! They want that to happen! Well I’m not gonna let it happen! You all have a part to play!
Sam begins to pose with his gun.
SW: Well they may want to see us break apart. But I won’t let it! You all have a part to play that makes the American Ultras live and breathe American fire! I won’t let some idiots end that! Now yes we’ve said some things we shouldn’t have. But we are still a team! We are still the best fucking team in this company and all over the world!
They all look at each other.
SW: When Donald Trump was mocked at for running for president, who shut them up? When the world said America was weak after 9/11, who shut them up? When we debuted at Guerreros of Lucha and everyone expected us to be gone after one show, who shut them up? We are Americans! And what we do best is prove people wrong!!!
Sam shoots his gun again with passion.
SW: And we will go into enemy territory once again and prove these motherfuckers wrong by taking the trios titles and proclaiming the belts in red, white and blue once more!
Sam makes a fist motion in the middle of the bench.
SW: AMERICA! FUCK YEAH! Who’s with me?
Bush immediately puts his fists in as Lincoln and El Torro Rodriquez look at each other. They slowly nod at one another as Lincoln puts his fist in.
RR: Get out of my way come Sunday. For the Ultras….
Rodriquez eventually puts his fist pump as Sam’s face turns to one of delight. He grabs a beer from the ice cooler and opens a can to celebrate.
SW: For America!
He downs the beer in celebration
…………………
Tables, ladders and chairs….
Three teams, one set of titles.
What you may be witnessing you may interpret as cracks in the machine that is known as The American Ultras. But we are stronger more than we have fucking ever been!
We don’t need to tour the world, sell t-shirts with little poodles on them to win titles and gather a crowd. And we sure as hell we don’t need to name ourselves after a team name.
We are the American Ultras. We fight, drink and fuck a lot of women. And what you will witness in the alien country is us reigning supreme by beating the holy hell out of the dogs of war and team bay whatever they’re called.
Ladders. We’re gonna use em.
Tables. You sure as fuck know we are gonna use em. We will use as many American made tables as we fucking can to get the job done.
And chairs? Ha, nothing pleases me more than bruising backs and crushing necks with the steel chair.
You can try ascend to the top of the American mountain. But those gold nuggets that are hanging up by catwalk are declared American! You try stop us means you will try stop America! We told the last champions to stay in their place and they failed! We took them out and injured those motherfucker and as a result they vacated their belts and took their asses out of here!
Guerreros of Lucha will be All American Wrestling by the time we are finished here. We are ready to die for those titles. We are ready to fight until the very end for those titles! We are ready to go to all out WAR to declare more gold for the proud country of the United States of America!
Ultras. It’s in our name. Dogs of war get leashes. Team Bay gets whirlwinded. There is only team that’s gonna win this one. And it is the American Ultras!
…
AMERICA!
…
FUCK YEAH!
Sam begins to pose with his gun.
SW: Well they may want to see us break apart. But I won’t let it! You all have a part to play that makes the American Ultras live and breathe American fire! I won’t let some idiots end that! Now yes we’ve said some things we shouldn’t have. But we are still a team! We are still the best fucking team in this company and all over the world!
They all look at each other.
SW: When Donald Trump was mocked at for running for president, who shut them up? When the world said America was weak after 9/11, who shut them up? When we debuted at Guerreros of Lucha and everyone expected us to be gone after one show, who shut them up? We are Americans! And what we do best is prove people wrong!!!
Sam shoots his gun again with passion.
SW: And we will go into enemy territory once again and prove these motherfuckers wrong by taking the trios titles and proclaiming the belts in red, white and blue once more!
Sam makes a fist motion in the middle of the bench.
SW: AMERICA! FUCK YEAH! Who’s with me?
Bush immediately puts his fists in as Lincoln and El Torro Rodriquez look at each other. They slowly nod at one another as Lincoln puts his fist in.
RR: Get out of my way come Sunday. For the Ultras….
Rodriquez eventually puts his fist pump as Sam’s face turns to one of delight. He grabs a beer from the ice cooler and opens a can to celebrate.
SW: For America!
He downs the beer in celebration
…………………
Tables, ladders and chairs….
Three teams, one set of titles.
What you may be witnessing you may interpret as cracks in the machine that is known as The American Ultras. But we are stronger more than we have fucking ever been!
We don’t need to tour the world, sell t-shirts with little poodles on them to win titles and gather a crowd. And we sure as hell we don’t need to name ourselves after a team name.
We are the American Ultras. We fight, drink and fuck a lot of women. And what you will witness in the alien country is us reigning supreme by beating the holy hell out of the dogs of war and team bay whatever they’re called.
Ladders. We’re gonna use em.
Tables. You sure as fuck know we are gonna use em. We will use as many American made tables as we fucking can to get the job done.
And chairs? Ha, nothing pleases me more than bruising backs and crushing necks with the steel chair.
You can try ascend to the top of the American mountain. But those gold nuggets that are hanging up by catwalk are declared American! You try stop us means you will try stop America! We told the last champions to stay in their place and they failed! We took them out and injured those motherfucker and as a result they vacated their belts and took their asses out of here!
Guerreros of Lucha will be All American Wrestling by the time we are finished here. We are ready to die for those titles. We are ready to fight until the very end for those titles! We are ready to go to all out WAR to declare more gold for the proud country of the United States of America!
Ultras. It’s in our name. Dogs of war get leashes. Team Bay gets whirlwinded. There is only team that’s gonna win this one. And it is the American Ultras!
…
AMERICA!
…
FUCK YEAH!