Post by Sam Washington on May 15, 2016 8:27:35 GMT
“I knew they’d be back. First it’s the war, then they try beat us at Baseball, then soccer, technology and now they wanna beat us at our own game at wrasslin’ in our own yard trying to turn our own against us!”
The American Ultras have just left the Labyrinth getting confirmation as to what will happen next.
“Kill the traitor boss!”
“Kick his ass Sam!”
“Oh boys I will don’t you worry. It’s my match. And after beating that little Chihuahua in a Lego Deathmatch all eyes are on me!”
“These japs think they are well ahead of America, we’ll show em boss.”
“Yes….And I think I know the perfect warm up towards War….”
The trio later on emerge at a nearby Sushi bar in L.A called “Osaka Breeze.” The Ultras all look at each other with a distinctive smirk as they carry baseball bats with the American colours painted on them. They soon enter the building as the elderly owner welcomes them warmly.
“Konnichiwa! Welcome to-“
The American Ultras don’t even let him finish as they begin trashing the place with their Baseball bats. Female staff members scream as they duck for cover while the elderly owner pleads for reasoning. The Ultras smash in glass, windows, chairs, tables, smear sushi all over the walls and crush it with their toe capped boots.
“What are you doing?!”
They tear down the Japanese flag and tear parts of it off.
“Hey I got an idea!”
One of the Ultras then drop their briefs and begin to piss on the Japanese flag.
“I’m going to call the cops!”
Sam grabs the elder by the throat and pins him against the wall.
“You’re going to do nothing of the sort! Those are AMERICAN cops that take the side of the real Americans! Not some illegal working Jap!”
“But I’m legal!”
“You’re not fooling anybody old man! I know your sensei or whatever shit you Japs do would have send you here illegally. But we’re prepared for it as Americas favourite freedom fighters!”
“Freedom Fighters? You’re a bunch of thugs!”
Sam slaps the elderly man hard that sends him to the floor.
“Listen here you immigrant pile of piss! You fuckers think after the war you could send your men back over here and everything was hunky dory? Big mistake! I’mma going to show you all that you can’t take our jobs and be better than us at everything, because you ain’t”
“Yeah boss this could have been a steakhouse!”
The elderly Japanese man tries to get back up but Sam has his boot by his throat.
“You guys are insane!”
Sam throws him over the food stall.
“No…we’re the American Ultras! And these New Japan Fighting PRICKS are gonna get the same treatment!”
The trio high five before leaving the Sushi bar as a female staff member calls the cops on them. The Ultras don’t care, they quickly hit away long enough so it’s too late for the cops to arrest them. They all return to their base and celebrate with bottles of beer and steaks on the BBQ.
“NJFC won’t know what him em!”
“Those fuckers think they can take walk through us? HA!”
“They will soon see they can’t get pass the soon to be world heavyweight champion and then soon to be next big thing of fedding. NJFC made a big mistake. Because no Jap is coming to our yard and pissing on it!”
The three all make a toast.
“For America!”
The three men all smirk.
(All Ultras): FOR AMERICA!
………..
So it has come to this then huh?
The Japs have come to our proud country and now they wanna takeover and spit on our grounds.
Well this proud American isn’t going to let that happen anytime soon.
You’re the kind of company where the owners with their watered sake and their sushi lunches look down at us Americans and think that we’d welcome you with open arms and then think you can take us out.
Well think again you bunch of dirty Japs!
We haven’t forgotten about the War where you bombed our own at Pearl Harbor and what you did to the proud men and woman of the American army during the Second World War. We haven’t forgotten the times you laugh at us with your advanced high technology and weird gadgets of the future!
I got some news for you squinty eyes! No one wants a talking toilet! No one wants a furry cuddly toy that can shoot fire from their eyes. Everyone wants to see the American Ultras kick the living shit into you! They want our big feet to create a mudhole so deep in your tight asses that every time you walk shit just drops off without you even noticing!
And now you think you are the best company in the world? Y’all are shit! Y’all are crazy. Because when I eventually save the dollars to form American Ultra Wrestling….THAT will be the best promotion in the world. A true American promotion.
Which brings me to my opponent….Rick O’Shea. I see your little resume that you got going for your career. You’ve won quite a bit of gold along your travels. Triple Crown huh? HA! My triple crowns on my teeth were tougher than what you had to do to win the belt. You’re a disgrace. You’re suppose to a proud American and instead you pack your bags and fly over to Japan and win their love and respect. I wouldn’t mind as such if you carried the American flag, but you do none of the sort! TRAITOR!
You’re the kind of guy who takes no for an answer. When someone tells you you’re losing, you step it up. I’m sure you will do that at War with me in MY match, the Texas Bullrope match. But you’ll lose like the same. You know how we differ son? I’m undefeated and I’ve been in more deathmatches than you!
Technical wrestling won’t work on me and nor will your little ammunition of tricks and strikes as well! I’ve already shown these Luchadors that their style cannot out beat the American Ultra. I’ve proven a lot of doubters wrong by doing so. So pretty Ricky, don’t get too upset when I whip your ass easy!
I will then proudly wave the American flag before giving your Jap owners the middle finger. BECAUSE I CAN! That’ll teach them thinking they can come here and win everything. You are looking at the only being in pro wrestling today that is fuelled and lives and dies for America. When someone is buying a New York Bagel from a cart in New York City, that fuels me! When someone is booking flights to visit the greatest country on earth, that fuels me! So Ricky O’Shea you better prepare for one heck of a wrassle with the American War Machine.
And then when we send you back to the scum that is Japan. Maybe you’ll think twice about going over there for Sushi and tight pussy!!
Next time you get an AMERICAN AIRLINES flight back to AMERICA and then forgive your sins to an AMERICAN priest before you are re-baptised as an American foot soldier ready for combat once again.
Now some will say it’s nothing personal. When you don’t fly the flag or defend your country when you behind enemy lines son…..it becomes personal!
The American Ultras will see for the real traitor you are and tear you limb from limb. The American War Machine is going to get his hand raised in victory because I am the next big thing to happen in the world of fedding! There is nothing that is going to stop this red, white and blue machine of destruction!
I want you to beg for forgiveness by the time I’m done whipping your ass with my Texas Bullrope! Because an American Bullrope deserves to sting the skin of the those who don’t promote America!
You better watch out son…America is coming for you! In the form of the American War Machine!
AMERICA….FUCK YEAH!
The American Ultras have just left the Labyrinth getting confirmation as to what will happen next.
“Kill the traitor boss!”
“Kick his ass Sam!”
“Oh boys I will don’t you worry. It’s my match. And after beating that little Chihuahua in a Lego Deathmatch all eyes are on me!”
“These japs think they are well ahead of America, we’ll show em boss.”
“Yes….And I think I know the perfect warm up towards War….”
The trio later on emerge at a nearby Sushi bar in L.A called “Osaka Breeze.” The Ultras all look at each other with a distinctive smirk as they carry baseball bats with the American colours painted on them. They soon enter the building as the elderly owner welcomes them warmly.
“Konnichiwa! Welcome to-“
The American Ultras don’t even let him finish as they begin trashing the place with their Baseball bats. Female staff members scream as they duck for cover while the elderly owner pleads for reasoning. The Ultras smash in glass, windows, chairs, tables, smear sushi all over the walls and crush it with their toe capped boots.
“What are you doing?!”
They tear down the Japanese flag and tear parts of it off.
“Hey I got an idea!”
One of the Ultras then drop their briefs and begin to piss on the Japanese flag.
“I’m going to call the cops!”
Sam grabs the elder by the throat and pins him against the wall.
“You’re going to do nothing of the sort! Those are AMERICAN cops that take the side of the real Americans! Not some illegal working Jap!”
“But I’m legal!”
“You’re not fooling anybody old man! I know your sensei or whatever shit you Japs do would have send you here illegally. But we’re prepared for it as Americas favourite freedom fighters!”
“Freedom Fighters? You’re a bunch of thugs!”
Sam slaps the elderly man hard that sends him to the floor.
“Listen here you immigrant pile of piss! You fuckers think after the war you could send your men back over here and everything was hunky dory? Big mistake! I’mma going to show you all that you can’t take our jobs and be better than us at everything, because you ain’t”
“Yeah boss this could have been a steakhouse!”
The elderly Japanese man tries to get back up but Sam has his boot by his throat.
“You guys are insane!”
Sam throws him over the food stall.
“No…we’re the American Ultras! And these New Japan Fighting PRICKS are gonna get the same treatment!”
The trio high five before leaving the Sushi bar as a female staff member calls the cops on them. The Ultras don’t care, they quickly hit away long enough so it’s too late for the cops to arrest them. They all return to their base and celebrate with bottles of beer and steaks on the BBQ.
“NJFC won’t know what him em!”
“Those fuckers think they can take walk through us? HA!”
“They will soon see they can’t get pass the soon to be world heavyweight champion and then soon to be next big thing of fedding. NJFC made a big mistake. Because no Jap is coming to our yard and pissing on it!”
The three all make a toast.
“For America!”
The three men all smirk.
(All Ultras): FOR AMERICA!
………..
So it has come to this then huh?
The Japs have come to our proud country and now they wanna takeover and spit on our grounds.
Well this proud American isn’t going to let that happen anytime soon.
You’re the kind of company where the owners with their watered sake and their sushi lunches look down at us Americans and think that we’d welcome you with open arms and then think you can take us out.
Well think again you bunch of dirty Japs!
We haven’t forgotten about the War where you bombed our own at Pearl Harbor and what you did to the proud men and woman of the American army during the Second World War. We haven’t forgotten the times you laugh at us with your advanced high technology and weird gadgets of the future!
I got some news for you squinty eyes! No one wants a talking toilet! No one wants a furry cuddly toy that can shoot fire from their eyes. Everyone wants to see the American Ultras kick the living shit into you! They want our big feet to create a mudhole so deep in your tight asses that every time you walk shit just drops off without you even noticing!
And now you think you are the best company in the world? Y’all are shit! Y’all are crazy. Because when I eventually save the dollars to form American Ultra Wrestling….THAT will be the best promotion in the world. A true American promotion.
Which brings me to my opponent….Rick O’Shea. I see your little resume that you got going for your career. You’ve won quite a bit of gold along your travels. Triple Crown huh? HA! My triple crowns on my teeth were tougher than what you had to do to win the belt. You’re a disgrace. You’re suppose to a proud American and instead you pack your bags and fly over to Japan and win their love and respect. I wouldn’t mind as such if you carried the American flag, but you do none of the sort! TRAITOR!
You’re the kind of guy who takes no for an answer. When someone tells you you’re losing, you step it up. I’m sure you will do that at War with me in MY match, the Texas Bullrope match. But you’ll lose like the same. You know how we differ son? I’m undefeated and I’ve been in more deathmatches than you!
Technical wrestling won’t work on me and nor will your little ammunition of tricks and strikes as well! I’ve already shown these Luchadors that their style cannot out beat the American Ultra. I’ve proven a lot of doubters wrong by doing so. So pretty Ricky, don’t get too upset when I whip your ass easy!
I will then proudly wave the American flag before giving your Jap owners the middle finger. BECAUSE I CAN! That’ll teach them thinking they can come here and win everything. You are looking at the only being in pro wrestling today that is fuelled and lives and dies for America. When someone is buying a New York Bagel from a cart in New York City, that fuels me! When someone is booking flights to visit the greatest country on earth, that fuels me! So Ricky O’Shea you better prepare for one heck of a wrassle with the American War Machine.
And then when we send you back to the scum that is Japan. Maybe you’ll think twice about going over there for Sushi and tight pussy!!
Next time you get an AMERICAN AIRLINES flight back to AMERICA and then forgive your sins to an AMERICAN priest before you are re-baptised as an American foot soldier ready for combat once again.
Now some will say it’s nothing personal. When you don’t fly the flag or defend your country when you behind enemy lines son…..it becomes personal!
The American Ultras will see for the real traitor you are and tear you limb from limb. The American War Machine is going to get his hand raised in victory because I am the next big thing to happen in the world of fedding! There is nothing that is going to stop this red, white and blue machine of destruction!
I want you to beg for forgiveness by the time I’m done whipping your ass with my Texas Bullrope! Because an American Bullrope deserves to sting the skin of the those who don’t promote America!
You better watch out son…America is coming for you! In the form of the American War Machine!
AMERICA….FUCK YEAH!