Post by Sam Washington on Oct 30, 2016 17:11:57 GMT
“Of all the holidays to book me on”
…
“Of all the places they want me to go!”
….
“THEY TAKE ME OUT OF THE GREATEST COUNTRY EVER CREATED ON ONE OF GODS AWESOMEST HOLIDAYS!”
Sam is fuming, throwing the couch across their living room and punching the ground hard which splints the wood work. He even sees a bird eating from a bird feed next to the window and decides to punch it as it chirps down to the ground. He tries to tear apart the living room rug but does to no avail and instead smashes it in with his foot.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
Sam out of instinct grabs his shotgun and begins to point it in the air and begin randomly shooting from it.
“ITS…..(First shot)…..NOT….(Second shot)….FAIR!!! (Third shot)”
A weather balloon crashes to the front lawn in front of Sam as his pissed off wife looks on with her eyes dead into his and her arms crossed. He lowers his head before dragging his shotgun on the ground and going back into his room. Moments later he begins packing for Mexico City as his wife is in the middle of putting out decorations for Halloween. He looks on with a lower lip on his face and pulling his fingers slowly down the window as he sees outside the replica graveyard headstones being laid out and zombie hands. Big Sam has his bags packed and goes downstairs to see all the bowls of candy ready for the trick or treaters and for the family that will visit over the weekend and on Halloween.
“Stupid fucking Mexicans.”
He tries to steal a cup of Peanut butter chocolate candy before his wife stabs him in the hand with a fork, prompting a quick withdrawal. His eyes almost pop out of his face from the sheer pain he is enduring before looking at his lovely life for answers. But she shuts him down before he even gets the chance to speak.
“You can get your stash when you come home after your get money to pay the bills and fix the house you lil baby!!”
SW: “It is my house and I should get what I want when I want woman!!”
Moments later Sam gingerly walks out of the house with his bag over his shoulder on one side, and the other side his hand clenching his testicles implying he has been severely hit there. He breathes heavy before leaving in a bad vibe as he enters his taxi to head to the airport.
Hours later Sam is sitting looking out into nothing as it looks like the entire population inside passes him by. Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours and not once does he move. He eventually flinches and looks around him, noticing the Halloween decorations and the staff members being dressed in costumes for the weekend. He checks his wallet for anymore money that could bring him joy to purchase special little treats before his flight. But sadly to no avail.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for waiting. Our flight to Mexico City is now ready for boarding!”
SW: Grr fucking Mexicans and their candy that tastes like cardboard and their stupid ass Spanish language!! I swear to god I’mma going to bring their fake toy houses down for making me miss Halloween!!”
Sam gets ready before he hears the announcements go off again.
“Thank you for using us as your airport for guiding you to all over America and the world. We hope you enjoy Halloween wherever you are!”
Sam’s mood immediately turns to one of anger as he is reminded again of his duties with Guerreros of Lucha. He hands in his boarding pass and passport before the steward hands them back.
“Thank you Sir, enjoy your flight and Dia De Los Muertos!”
Sam clenches his fists before putting on a sarcastic smile and thanking them.
“I hate Dia De Los Muertos. That’s our holiday not theirs!!”
He puts his stuff in his locker before taking a seat and taking a big breath.
“No one is going to survive the Carnival of Death but me. Because I am going to SAVE Halloween for myself and take some Mexican scum with me!”
A stewardess approaches him.
“Would you like a drink?”
Sam responds immediately with;
“Beer, lots of beer please. I’m going to need it!”
The stewardess laughs while Sam smirks.
“Beer over Tequila any fucking day of the week.
"
……………………
You’re all dicks.
GOL’s directors are dicks. Chaos Dragon is a dick and ALL talent not aligned to the great USA are dicks!
Because thanks to you stupid fuckers I am going to miss the greatest holiday ever created and made better by Americans. I am stuck in stupid smelling Mexico City instead of gorging myself on candy!
Fuck you Mexico! Fuck you!
Fuck Sawtooth Grin and Fuck Amy Jo Smyth for not bowing down and letting me have this. If it wasn’t for them too I’d be home celebrating! Now I gotta survive the carnival of death to get a shot at the world title.
Y’all have mega pissed off the leader of the American Ultras. And y’all are gonna feel my wrath come Halloween!
I mean why the fuck to they even call it Dia De Los Muertos? CALL IT EL HALLOWEEN! It’s not about the dead, it’s about how fucking awesome the costumes and candy are. Not your stupid retarded skulls!
So I’mma coming in to the carnival in a very, VERY foul mood. So don’t you dare try and get in my way.
I am here to paint the dirty streets of Mexico City red, white and blue. And before I go home I’ll electrify the fence to make sure none of you filthy fuckers get the chance to EVER cross the border. Because the American Ultra is in enemy territory once again!
None of you will stop me!! You hear me? NONE OF YOU WILL STOP ME!!
Then when I am done with the carnival, I’m gonna claim my title shot next show as soon as possible so I can proudly win the world title and Americanise it for the great people of the United States of America!!
Because America wins!
As The American Ultras Wins!
And none of you flea bags can do shit to stop that in your capital.
HA!
….
AMERICA FUCK YEAH!
…
“Of all the places they want me to go!”
….
“THEY TAKE ME OUT OF THE GREATEST COUNTRY EVER CREATED ON ONE OF GODS AWESOMEST HOLIDAYS!”
Sam is fuming, throwing the couch across their living room and punching the ground hard which splints the wood work. He even sees a bird eating from a bird feed next to the window and decides to punch it as it chirps down to the ground. He tries to tear apart the living room rug but does to no avail and instead smashes it in with his foot.
“THIS IS BULLSHIT!”
Sam out of instinct grabs his shotgun and begins to point it in the air and begin randomly shooting from it.
“ITS…..(First shot)…..NOT….(Second shot)….FAIR!!! (Third shot)”
A weather balloon crashes to the front lawn in front of Sam as his pissed off wife looks on with her eyes dead into his and her arms crossed. He lowers his head before dragging his shotgun on the ground and going back into his room. Moments later he begins packing for Mexico City as his wife is in the middle of putting out decorations for Halloween. He looks on with a lower lip on his face and pulling his fingers slowly down the window as he sees outside the replica graveyard headstones being laid out and zombie hands. Big Sam has his bags packed and goes downstairs to see all the bowls of candy ready for the trick or treaters and for the family that will visit over the weekend and on Halloween.
“Stupid fucking Mexicans.”
He tries to steal a cup of Peanut butter chocolate candy before his wife stabs him in the hand with a fork, prompting a quick withdrawal. His eyes almost pop out of his face from the sheer pain he is enduring before looking at his lovely life for answers. But she shuts him down before he even gets the chance to speak.
“You can get your stash when you come home after your get money to pay the bills and fix the house you lil baby!!”
SW: “It is my house and I should get what I want when I want woman!!”
Moments later Sam gingerly walks out of the house with his bag over his shoulder on one side, and the other side his hand clenching his testicles implying he has been severely hit there. He breathes heavy before leaving in a bad vibe as he enters his taxi to head to the airport.
Hours later Sam is sitting looking out into nothing as it looks like the entire population inside passes him by. Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours and not once does he move. He eventually flinches and looks around him, noticing the Halloween decorations and the staff members being dressed in costumes for the weekend. He checks his wallet for anymore money that could bring him joy to purchase special little treats before his flight. But sadly to no avail.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for waiting. Our flight to Mexico City is now ready for boarding!”
SW: Grr fucking Mexicans and their candy that tastes like cardboard and their stupid ass Spanish language!! I swear to god I’mma going to bring their fake toy houses down for making me miss Halloween!!”
Sam gets ready before he hears the announcements go off again.
“Thank you for using us as your airport for guiding you to all over America and the world. We hope you enjoy Halloween wherever you are!”
Sam’s mood immediately turns to one of anger as he is reminded again of his duties with Guerreros of Lucha. He hands in his boarding pass and passport before the steward hands them back.
“Thank you Sir, enjoy your flight and Dia De Los Muertos!”
Sam clenches his fists before putting on a sarcastic smile and thanking them.
“I hate Dia De Los Muertos. That’s our holiday not theirs!!”
He puts his stuff in his locker before taking a seat and taking a big breath.
“No one is going to survive the Carnival of Death but me. Because I am going to SAVE Halloween for myself and take some Mexican scum with me!”
A stewardess approaches him.
“Would you like a drink?”
Sam responds immediately with;
“Beer, lots of beer please. I’m going to need it!”
The stewardess laughs while Sam smirks.
“Beer over Tequila any fucking day of the week.
"
……………………
You’re all dicks.
GOL’s directors are dicks. Chaos Dragon is a dick and ALL talent not aligned to the great USA are dicks!
Because thanks to you stupid fuckers I am going to miss the greatest holiday ever created and made better by Americans. I am stuck in stupid smelling Mexico City instead of gorging myself on candy!
Fuck you Mexico! Fuck you!
Fuck Sawtooth Grin and Fuck Amy Jo Smyth for not bowing down and letting me have this. If it wasn’t for them too I’d be home celebrating! Now I gotta survive the carnival of death to get a shot at the world title.
Y’all have mega pissed off the leader of the American Ultras. And y’all are gonna feel my wrath come Halloween!
I mean why the fuck to they even call it Dia De Los Muertos? CALL IT EL HALLOWEEN! It’s not about the dead, it’s about how fucking awesome the costumes and candy are. Not your stupid retarded skulls!
So I’mma coming in to the carnival in a very, VERY foul mood. So don’t you dare try and get in my way.
I am here to paint the dirty streets of Mexico City red, white and blue. And before I go home I’ll electrify the fence to make sure none of you filthy fuckers get the chance to EVER cross the border. Because the American Ultra is in enemy territory once again!
None of you will stop me!! You hear me? NONE OF YOU WILL STOP ME!!
Then when I am done with the carnival, I’m gonna claim my title shot next show as soon as possible so I can proudly win the world title and Americanise it for the great people of the United States of America!!
Because America wins!
As The American Ultras Wins!
And none of you flea bags can do shit to stop that in your capital.
HA!
….
AMERICA FUCK YEAH!