Post by Sam Washington on Feb 22, 2017 12:47:14 GMT
The sweat pours down his face profusely.
SW: A Little more!
His face goes red with the sheer heat.
SW: A little more!
He struggles to breath and needs to breath heavy to keep on going.
SW: That’s it! Right there!
His eyes widen open to the brink of bursting.
SW: Put it right there!!!!!! YES! YES! YES!
He sees Lincoln place a lone brick right on the ground with some concrete to keep it firm. Sam jumps over with joy as if he won the lottery.
SW: That is it! The beginning has started!
Lincoln and Bush both smile as they realise what the Ultras are hoping to commence.
“THE GREAT WALL OF AMERICA!!”
They all high five each other before clicking open beers to toast with.
SW: That great wall to keep the scum out of this great country has begun! This brick symbolises the beginning of cordoning the Mexicans off from sneaking into our great country and taking our money and forcing us to pay higher taxes!
Lincoln: Amen brother!
They down their beers before clicking open another few cans of beer. They suddenly notice bright specs of light, coloured red and blue, blink their eyes as it gets closer to the Ultras. They all stand up to realise that it is the Police parking up nearby them. The officers park up as the dust blows into the air. They get out of their patrol car and approach the American Ultras, who Sam welcomes them with open arms.
SW: Ah brothers! Welcome! Come join us!
“Sir, may I ask what you and your group are doing?”
Sam puts his hand over the cops shoulder.
SW: We’re starting the wall! We don’t need billions from Trump. We just got some old bricks and recycled them for the better!
The second officer reports them straight away on their walkie talkie.
“Sir you are aware that is illegal as this is protected land? Where are your permits?”
The Ultras look at each other.
“I’m gonna need some ID from all of you.”
Sam grabs a brick and tries to explain himself.
SW: No wait this is all an understand, you see (pointing to the brick).
“Watch out! He’s got a weapon!”
The officers draw fire their taser guns and stun the ultras straight to the ground. Sam’s eyes widen open as he shakes vigorously on the ground. His eye sight soon goes to dark with the last vision being the officers preparing to take them to the nearby police station.
Hours later Sam soon wakes up, realising he is in a jail cell with the fellow ultras. He holds his head while looking at the other Ultras slowly getting to their feet.
Lincoln: You ok boss?
Sam is groggy but slowly comes to recompose himself.
SW: Must have Mexican ancestry. Poor bastards.
The jail cell slowly opens to reveal El Torro paying their bail. The ultras have their head down leaving while Sam acts cool and pats Rodriquez in the back. El Torro shows a tweet from GOL and Sam gets the hint. He pats the other Ultras in motivation and to get their act together.
SW: Thanks Bull.
RR: ….
SW: It’s cool, we’re on cue now!
Sam grabs a red bull and downs it quick.
SW: To the Labyrinth! We got some gold to get!
Sam leaves with the ultras while Rodriquez shakes his head.
……….
So y’all fucking taking us seriously yet?
You laugh at my country and my president and think we’re a joke?
The jokes on you! We are the most powerful country in the world. If we wanted to, we could take a shit on any country we wanted. We aren’t the joke, you fuckers are for letting these poor people from the shittiest countries ever conceived into your country and taking your jobs. You’re putting your children at risk with these terrorists planning to kill your own. We are defending our country! We are preparing for a war which we will win!
So let this be a call out to these retarded trios! Hammerstein, Dresden and whatever that stupid Mexican is called.
We are in war mode. That means anything fucking goes! And believe me when I say that we are ready to fight! We’re full of red meat, beer and fucking rage! That means you three are on notice!
And didn’t we forget say we have “The Bull” with us in our corner?
A bull that is hungry for revenge. A bull that wants to correct the wrongs that you all created. He is coming for all three of you. And he won’t stop until every single one of you are gored.
And with a chance to go to the Big Anniversary show to win the trios titles from the post modern Goth super group “The Outliars.” We are focused and accurate Like the American Eagle when it hunts it’s prey!
Oh before you fuckers all think you have the rumble as a consolation prize…..We’re entering La Azteca Rumble too!
In short you three. You’re going to get fucked! But not in the sexual way!
Now to get drunk and celebrate the imminent win of being the contenders at their next big supershow in some stupid smelly Mexican country!
…
AMERICA!
…
FUCK YEAH!
SW: A Little more!
His face goes red with the sheer heat.
SW: A little more!
He struggles to breath and needs to breath heavy to keep on going.
SW: That’s it! Right there!
His eyes widen open to the brink of bursting.
SW: Put it right there!!!!!! YES! YES! YES!
He sees Lincoln place a lone brick right on the ground with some concrete to keep it firm. Sam jumps over with joy as if he won the lottery.
SW: That is it! The beginning has started!
Lincoln and Bush both smile as they realise what the Ultras are hoping to commence.
“THE GREAT WALL OF AMERICA!!”
They all high five each other before clicking open beers to toast with.
SW: That great wall to keep the scum out of this great country has begun! This brick symbolises the beginning of cordoning the Mexicans off from sneaking into our great country and taking our money and forcing us to pay higher taxes!
Lincoln: Amen brother!
They down their beers before clicking open another few cans of beer. They suddenly notice bright specs of light, coloured red and blue, blink their eyes as it gets closer to the Ultras. They all stand up to realise that it is the Police parking up nearby them. The officers park up as the dust blows into the air. They get out of their patrol car and approach the American Ultras, who Sam welcomes them with open arms.
SW: Ah brothers! Welcome! Come join us!
“Sir, may I ask what you and your group are doing?”
Sam puts his hand over the cops shoulder.
SW: We’re starting the wall! We don’t need billions from Trump. We just got some old bricks and recycled them for the better!
The second officer reports them straight away on their walkie talkie.
“Sir you are aware that is illegal as this is protected land? Where are your permits?”
The Ultras look at each other.
“I’m gonna need some ID from all of you.”
Sam grabs a brick and tries to explain himself.
SW: No wait this is all an understand, you see (pointing to the brick).
“Watch out! He’s got a weapon!”
The officers draw fire their taser guns and stun the ultras straight to the ground. Sam’s eyes widen open as he shakes vigorously on the ground. His eye sight soon goes to dark with the last vision being the officers preparing to take them to the nearby police station.
Hours later Sam soon wakes up, realising he is in a jail cell with the fellow ultras. He holds his head while looking at the other Ultras slowly getting to their feet.
Lincoln: You ok boss?
Sam is groggy but slowly comes to recompose himself.
SW: Must have Mexican ancestry. Poor bastards.
The jail cell slowly opens to reveal El Torro paying their bail. The ultras have their head down leaving while Sam acts cool and pats Rodriquez in the back. El Torro shows a tweet from GOL and Sam gets the hint. He pats the other Ultras in motivation and to get their act together.
SW: Thanks Bull.
RR: ….
SW: It’s cool, we’re on cue now!
Sam grabs a red bull and downs it quick.
SW: To the Labyrinth! We got some gold to get!
Sam leaves with the ultras while Rodriquez shakes his head.
……….
So y’all fucking taking us seriously yet?
You laugh at my country and my president and think we’re a joke?
The jokes on you! We are the most powerful country in the world. If we wanted to, we could take a shit on any country we wanted. We aren’t the joke, you fuckers are for letting these poor people from the shittiest countries ever conceived into your country and taking your jobs. You’re putting your children at risk with these terrorists planning to kill your own. We are defending our country! We are preparing for a war which we will win!
So let this be a call out to these retarded trios! Hammerstein, Dresden and whatever that stupid Mexican is called.
We are in war mode. That means anything fucking goes! And believe me when I say that we are ready to fight! We’re full of red meat, beer and fucking rage! That means you three are on notice!
And didn’t we forget say we have “The Bull” with us in our corner?
A bull that is hungry for revenge. A bull that wants to correct the wrongs that you all created. He is coming for all three of you. And he won’t stop until every single one of you are gored.
And with a chance to go to the Big Anniversary show to win the trios titles from the post modern Goth super group “The Outliars.” We are focused and accurate Like the American Eagle when it hunts it’s prey!
Oh before you fuckers all think you have the rumble as a consolation prize…..We’re entering La Azteca Rumble too!
In short you three. You’re going to get fucked! But not in the sexual way!
Now to get drunk and celebrate the imminent win of being the contenders at their next big supershow in some stupid smelly Mexican country!
…
AMERICA!
…
FUCK YEAH!