Post by Sam Washington on Apr 13, 2016 6:42:22 GMT
Out of breath.
Sweat pouring down.
But it’s American sweat from the American War Machine…..And he’s ok about that!
Sam is downing bottles of water, made in America of course, following his inaugural win on his debut. He and the Ultras are backstage with Bud beers celebrating like it is the 4th of July. The clank their bottles with each other as they continue the celebrations into the night as Chapter Uno carries on.
“The first of many victories for the United States of America!”
“Yeah!”
“And the first of many more for you Sam!”
Sam downs a beer before nodding in agreement with one of his ultras.
SW: “This is just a little side order of what is going to come to all of these fake Spanish spot monkeys who think their wrestling is awesome. My wrestling I.e. the American Wrestling just destroyed one of their little jumping fleas in seconds!!”
“And then you’ll take out that traitor on the main event! Chapter dos-
SW: “TWO MOTHERFUCKER! CHAPTER TWO! WE DON’T SAY DOS IN OUR LAND!”
“Sorry, sorry!”
SW:” Its’ okay, I know how tough it is when you see something regular. But you need to know as an important group that we need to teach these people that they need to speak and write the American way once they are over our borders. This Spanish language invasion of our land will not conquer us! Because if they try to do such a thing, we will obliterate them back to where they came from! Fucking Aliens!”
“Yeah!”
SW: “But going back to El Trebol Jr, or Finn Donovan as I’d call em. The man is a traitor! Wearing that mask thinking he’s a god damn Mexican batman. He is endorsing their filthy and dirty culture. And I for one won’t have it! It may be a lego deathmatch but Sam Washington vows to put that fake midget through some mother fucking Lego!”
The door knocks to which the Ultras all at once shout to let in. it is one of the road agents for GOL that closes the door and approaches Sam.
“Hi there Sam.”
SW: “What the fuck do you want?”
“Well I work for the company and also work with fed relations. We’ve got some interest in you after that debut you had.”
The Ultras toot and cheer and drink more beer with that news. Sam high fives his Ultras as they believe their mission just got more elevated with the news.
SW:” See fellas. American wrestling companies have heard and seen my good work and want us to join them! We’re going to be rich and we’re going to make all these Hispanic mother fuckers pay for pissing on my flag and country!”
The road agent begins to grit his teeth and look down shy unknown to Sam.
“Emm Sam….”
SW:”What?”
“Their not American…”
5 MINUTES LATER
SW:” ENGLAND? NIGERIA? Who in American gods green earth thought of that one?!”
“Don’t go boss! It’s a trap!”
SW (fake accent) :”I’m Winston Churchill. I drink tea and need the Americans to save my rear end!”
The Ultras all laugh.
“Yeah I bet Nigeria isn’t even a real country! I mean one of us In Africa boss? Ha!”
SW:” Actually this may be the opportunity we take!”
The Ultras look on confused.
SW:” Think about it. We spread the word of our great country, the way that it should be. Promote American food, American media and our lord almighty, we may actually be the modern day missionaries who migrated to other countries spreading the word! It’s a risk I know with all of them diseases and shit food. But it is a gamble I’m willing to take!”
The ultras soon understand Sams idea.
SW: “So fellas, it looks like we’re going to UK and Nigeria! But first I have a American traitor to deal with and I intend to take him out!
………………………….
Because make no mistake about it Finn, you are a fucking traitor. A traitor to your friends, family and people of this great country.
Once you put the mask on to hide your American identity you are the same as all of those sand people that kill our soldiers when we are saving the worlds ass. You are another enemy of America. And enemies of America must be taken out for good.
Your little flips and bumps are no match for my fists and butts. You will see my American blue eyes go brighter with rage as I square off against you mother fucker!
Lego isn’t my weapon of choice but it’ll have to be for this match. I’m going to make you bleed and bruise all over. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast! And your mask will be taken by me!
And what am I gonna do with your mask once you have been left in a heap Finn?
I’m going to burn it and trample it like I will do with all of Lucha Libre and make this country great again!
England and Nigeria can wait for now. Because what you need to be afraid of traitor is this American War Machine is charging right at you! With red white and blue Lego all over you when I’m done. I will eliminate one Lucha and make the semi finals of the heavyweight title tournament. I refuse to call it rey de reyes!!!! Then I will take out the rest and drape the so called labyrinth with the American flag and make the title American!
Because I am Sam Washington and I can do whatever the fuck I want!!! BECAUSE I AM THE AMERICAN WAR MACHINE!
AMERICA
..
…
….
FUCK YEAH!
Sweat pouring down.
But it’s American sweat from the American War Machine…..And he’s ok about that!
Sam is downing bottles of water, made in America of course, following his inaugural win on his debut. He and the Ultras are backstage with Bud beers celebrating like it is the 4th of July. The clank their bottles with each other as they continue the celebrations into the night as Chapter Uno carries on.
“The first of many victories for the United States of America!”
“Yeah!”
“And the first of many more for you Sam!”
Sam downs a beer before nodding in agreement with one of his ultras.
SW: “This is just a little side order of what is going to come to all of these fake Spanish spot monkeys who think their wrestling is awesome. My wrestling I.e. the American Wrestling just destroyed one of their little jumping fleas in seconds!!”
“And then you’ll take out that traitor on the main event! Chapter dos-
SW: “TWO MOTHERFUCKER! CHAPTER TWO! WE DON’T SAY DOS IN OUR LAND!”
“Sorry, sorry!”
SW:” Its’ okay, I know how tough it is when you see something regular. But you need to know as an important group that we need to teach these people that they need to speak and write the American way once they are over our borders. This Spanish language invasion of our land will not conquer us! Because if they try to do such a thing, we will obliterate them back to where they came from! Fucking Aliens!”
“Yeah!”
SW: “But going back to El Trebol Jr, or Finn Donovan as I’d call em. The man is a traitor! Wearing that mask thinking he’s a god damn Mexican batman. He is endorsing their filthy and dirty culture. And I for one won’t have it! It may be a lego deathmatch but Sam Washington vows to put that fake midget through some mother fucking Lego!”
The door knocks to which the Ultras all at once shout to let in. it is one of the road agents for GOL that closes the door and approaches Sam.
“Hi there Sam.”
SW: “What the fuck do you want?”
“Well I work for the company and also work with fed relations. We’ve got some interest in you after that debut you had.”
The Ultras toot and cheer and drink more beer with that news. Sam high fives his Ultras as they believe their mission just got more elevated with the news.
SW:” See fellas. American wrestling companies have heard and seen my good work and want us to join them! We’re going to be rich and we’re going to make all these Hispanic mother fuckers pay for pissing on my flag and country!”
The road agent begins to grit his teeth and look down shy unknown to Sam.
“Emm Sam….”
SW:”What?”
“Their not American…”
5 MINUTES LATER
SW:” ENGLAND? NIGERIA? Who in American gods green earth thought of that one?!”
“Don’t go boss! It’s a trap!”
SW (fake accent) :”I’m Winston Churchill. I drink tea and need the Americans to save my rear end!”
The Ultras all laugh.
“Yeah I bet Nigeria isn’t even a real country! I mean one of us In Africa boss? Ha!”
SW:” Actually this may be the opportunity we take!”
The Ultras look on confused.
SW:” Think about it. We spread the word of our great country, the way that it should be. Promote American food, American media and our lord almighty, we may actually be the modern day missionaries who migrated to other countries spreading the word! It’s a risk I know with all of them diseases and shit food. But it is a gamble I’m willing to take!”
The ultras soon understand Sams idea.
SW: “So fellas, it looks like we’re going to UK and Nigeria! But first I have a American traitor to deal with and I intend to take him out!
………………………….
Because make no mistake about it Finn, you are a fucking traitor. A traitor to your friends, family and people of this great country.
Once you put the mask on to hide your American identity you are the same as all of those sand people that kill our soldiers when we are saving the worlds ass. You are another enemy of America. And enemies of America must be taken out for good.
Your little flips and bumps are no match for my fists and butts. You will see my American blue eyes go brighter with rage as I square off against you mother fucker!
Lego isn’t my weapon of choice but it’ll have to be for this match. I’m going to make you bleed and bruise all over. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast! And your mask will be taken by me!
And what am I gonna do with your mask once you have been left in a heap Finn?
I’m going to burn it and trample it like I will do with all of Lucha Libre and make this country great again!
England and Nigeria can wait for now. Because what you need to be afraid of traitor is this American War Machine is charging right at you! With red white and blue Lego all over you when I’m done. I will eliminate one Lucha and make the semi finals of the heavyweight title tournament. I refuse to call it rey de reyes!!!! Then I will take out the rest and drape the so called labyrinth with the American flag and make the title American!
Because I am Sam Washington and I can do whatever the fuck I want!!! BECAUSE I AM THE AMERICAN WAR MACHINE!
AMERICA
..
…
….
FUCK YEAH!