Post by Sam Washington on Sept 12, 2016 10:48:51 GMT
(Rocky music plays at the very start)
The camera zooms further out of Sam’s determined face with the sweat pouring down the face. He takes heavy breathes and grits his teeth.
“Come on Sam. Feel the fucking thunder!”
He takes on larger breathe before nodding his head several times.
“Let’s do this shit!”
The camera pans out to reveal himself on a mobility scooter entering a Walmart. His wife shakes her head in disbelief as he releases a large burp loudly that brings about turned heads towards them.
“Do you really have to use a mobility scooter?!”
SW: I need to conserve all my energy for this world cup! I’m representing AMERICA baby!
“But a frail individual could use that?”
SW: And the amount of shits I give are…….(in a high pitch tone) None!
After getting their large weekly shopping, the couple pack their truck full before commencing their drive back home. Sam takes out a blending machine as his wife keeps driving them back. She turns around and pulls a face when he sees Sam taking things from the shopping bags.
“What the hell are you doing Sam?”
SW: I need to get in shape for this! It’s team America and I need to take the cup back to the greatest country in the world. So this means more meals honey and more training!
“Hey wait what the fuck is that!”
SW: Pfft, this is a blender that you can connect to the car. Time for a protein style smoothie!
Sam pours milk, eggs and added some chocolate bars for flavour before swirling it inside the blender. He looks for the lid but the shrugs his shoulders.
“Hey where’s the lid?”
SW: It’s not much it’ll be fine sweet pea!
Sam turns the blender on which brings about splashing all over the car, Sam and his wife. She puts the brakes on the car and brings it to an immediate stop. Gloop of milky egg can be seen in her hair slowly dripping down as she gives Sam a stare so evil that the devil himself would be afraid of. The camera pans outside where the car can be seen rocking sideways along with the sounds of thuds and bangs. Sams wife can be heard roaring loud that steam can be seen seeping through the windows. Sam is kicked off the car before Sams wife speeds away and leaving him in the dust caused by her speeding off. Sam wipes away some of the stains on his shirt before looking back and forth on the lone road.
SW: Okay, find the lid next time Sam…
Sam eventually after several hours comes home to find his wide crossing her arms in anger. He bows his head and smiles before walking away and going to his downstairs gym. Sam unlocks the door and goes down before making a loud girly scream as he dashes down to delivered parcels that were left in his room.
“What on earth are you screaming now?”
SW: It’s here! The greatest shit you could ever buy for a gym is here!
He gets his knife and opens it up to reveal MMA gear, boxing gloves, punch bags and pads all in American colours. He hugs them tightly with a big smile on his face. He takes off his jacket before trying his gear on.
SW: These bad boys are going to help me get the perfect training needed for this world cup. Team USA is going to take the cup home and I get to kill some illegal Mexicans in the process!
He sets up the power boxing stand and begins punching it several times with both fists.
SW: These fuckers aren’t going to know what fucking hits them!
He punches harder and harder.
SW: Because America ALWAYS are the strongest!
Sam misses a punch and in avertedly gets hits in the nose by the pad. He holds his nose as it bleeds straight away. He curses to himself before his wife shakes her head again.
“What the fuck did I marry in to.”
Sam continues to hold his nose as his wife walks away tries to justify himself.
SW: You’ll see! Y’all will see!
He wipes away blood from his nose.
SW: I will lead USA to victory!
……………
The time is here where I can now proudly be a part of four Americans that will represent team America. And thank you GOL for making me a part of the USA team. You know the masses wanted and you know as part of the American Ultras that I wanted it. So it all works out great in the end for everyone involved!
Apart from the other teams of course HA!
Because the Americans will NEVER give up and will NEVER allow any motherfucking country to come to our yard and piss on it! Not for Canada, not for the world and definitely not for the fucking Mexicans!
So Jack levy, Senior Awesomeo and Storm. Just let me take the lead and be the deserving captain of team USA and all will be good. I guarantee it!
The matches, the team, the atmosphere will all be in our favour. And by the time that glorious cup is in my, I mean our hands. Y’all will wanna name it the American World Cup!
No one in those other teams can come close to us. They don’t have the balls that American men have. We bleed more for our country. We endure more pain than any other nation for our country. We will DIE for our fucking country like the soldiers we are!
Canada doesn’t even have good men and women that fight hard!
Mexico HA! Flippy do pricks that can’t even take us out.
And the rest of the world. The next gen bunch of misfits that have never even attributed to the history of Pro Wrestling.
None of you have what it takes to take us out. None of you will take the cup away from us.
Because we are America. The land of the free and the home of the brave. The greatest country in the world. Against all odds when our red white and blue asses are against the wall, we use our energy and give the greatest fight back in the history of battles.
That’s why we’ve never lost at anything we aim for.
You will all hear the chants.
And they will be imminent.
Because the cup is ours!
AMERICA….FUCK YEAH!
The camera zooms further out of Sam’s determined face with the sweat pouring down the face. He takes heavy breathes and grits his teeth.
“Come on Sam. Feel the fucking thunder!”
He takes on larger breathe before nodding his head several times.
“Let’s do this shit!”
The camera pans out to reveal himself on a mobility scooter entering a Walmart. His wife shakes her head in disbelief as he releases a large burp loudly that brings about turned heads towards them.
“Do you really have to use a mobility scooter?!”
SW: I need to conserve all my energy for this world cup! I’m representing AMERICA baby!
“But a frail individual could use that?”
SW: And the amount of shits I give are…….(in a high pitch tone) None!
After getting their large weekly shopping, the couple pack their truck full before commencing their drive back home. Sam takes out a blending machine as his wife keeps driving them back. She turns around and pulls a face when he sees Sam taking things from the shopping bags.
“What the hell are you doing Sam?”
SW: I need to get in shape for this! It’s team America and I need to take the cup back to the greatest country in the world. So this means more meals honey and more training!
“Hey wait what the fuck is that!”
SW: Pfft, this is a blender that you can connect to the car. Time for a protein style smoothie!
Sam pours milk, eggs and added some chocolate bars for flavour before swirling it inside the blender. He looks for the lid but the shrugs his shoulders.
“Hey where’s the lid?”
SW: It’s not much it’ll be fine sweet pea!
Sam turns the blender on which brings about splashing all over the car, Sam and his wife. She puts the brakes on the car and brings it to an immediate stop. Gloop of milky egg can be seen in her hair slowly dripping down as she gives Sam a stare so evil that the devil himself would be afraid of. The camera pans outside where the car can be seen rocking sideways along with the sounds of thuds and bangs. Sams wife can be heard roaring loud that steam can be seen seeping through the windows. Sam is kicked off the car before Sams wife speeds away and leaving him in the dust caused by her speeding off. Sam wipes away some of the stains on his shirt before looking back and forth on the lone road.
SW: Okay, find the lid next time Sam…
Sam eventually after several hours comes home to find his wide crossing her arms in anger. He bows his head and smiles before walking away and going to his downstairs gym. Sam unlocks the door and goes down before making a loud girly scream as he dashes down to delivered parcels that were left in his room.
“What on earth are you screaming now?”
SW: It’s here! The greatest shit you could ever buy for a gym is here!
He gets his knife and opens it up to reveal MMA gear, boxing gloves, punch bags and pads all in American colours. He hugs them tightly with a big smile on his face. He takes off his jacket before trying his gear on.
SW: These bad boys are going to help me get the perfect training needed for this world cup. Team USA is going to take the cup home and I get to kill some illegal Mexicans in the process!
He sets up the power boxing stand and begins punching it several times with both fists.
SW: These fuckers aren’t going to know what fucking hits them!
He punches harder and harder.
SW: Because America ALWAYS are the strongest!
Sam misses a punch and in avertedly gets hits in the nose by the pad. He holds his nose as it bleeds straight away. He curses to himself before his wife shakes her head again.
“What the fuck did I marry in to.”
Sam continues to hold his nose as his wife walks away tries to justify himself.
SW: You’ll see! Y’all will see!
He wipes away blood from his nose.
SW: I will lead USA to victory!
……………
The time is here where I can now proudly be a part of four Americans that will represent team America. And thank you GOL for making me a part of the USA team. You know the masses wanted and you know as part of the American Ultras that I wanted it. So it all works out great in the end for everyone involved!
Apart from the other teams of course HA!
Because the Americans will NEVER give up and will NEVER allow any motherfucking country to come to our yard and piss on it! Not for Canada, not for the world and definitely not for the fucking Mexicans!
So Jack levy, Senior Awesomeo and Storm. Just let me take the lead and be the deserving captain of team USA and all will be good. I guarantee it!
The matches, the team, the atmosphere will all be in our favour. And by the time that glorious cup is in my, I mean our hands. Y’all will wanna name it the American World Cup!
No one in those other teams can come close to us. They don’t have the balls that American men have. We bleed more for our country. We endure more pain than any other nation for our country. We will DIE for our fucking country like the soldiers we are!
Canada doesn’t even have good men and women that fight hard!
Mexico HA! Flippy do pricks that can’t even take us out.
And the rest of the world. The next gen bunch of misfits that have never even attributed to the history of Pro Wrestling.
None of you have what it takes to take us out. None of you will take the cup away from us.
Because we are America. The land of the free and the home of the brave. The greatest country in the world. Against all odds when our red white and blue asses are against the wall, we use our energy and give the greatest fight back in the history of battles.
That’s why we’ve never lost at anything we aim for.
You will all hear the chants.
And they will be imminent.
Because the cup is ours!
AMERICA….FUCK YEAH!