Post by Sam Washington on Mar 26, 2017 11:24:36 GMT
There is a crowd forming as the aura of anger and protest further increases around San Antonio Texas. Sam with the Ultras are furious as they try to gather support for their latest protest as they goad more for their cause.
“FUCK THEM UP!”
Sam begins to sweat with anger.
“FUCKING DICKS!”
He then tries to find a rock on the ground but to no avail.
“SHOW THEM WHAT WE’RE MADE OF!
"
The pan furthers out to reveal that they are protesting at a nearby medical doctors’ facility that has “Obamacare” stickered on their windows. He and the Ultras try to find stones to throw to penetrate the windows and break the glass but they have no avail.
“And why the fuck are there no stones?!”
Lincoln: That’s fucked up boss!
Nixon: Let’s fuck them up another way! Show them that it’s Trumps way or no way!
Sam begins stomping up towards the medical entrance doors and begins dropping his briefs down so his bare behind is on show to the universe. He has a face of determination before giving out a speech.
“Donald Trump is the greatest president of all time since Nixon and the man that will save this fucking country! Rejecting his primary objective of replacing Obamacare with a more better health care system that means I don’t pay a fucking grand for healing a deep cut!”
He then puts his wiener on to the door.
“This is for justice for Trump!”
All: JUSTICE FOR TRUMP!
Sam puts his fist up in the air for justice as he begins to piss on the medical doors. A few of the Ultras shout “Justice!” as he continues to piss all over the doors. The sense of satisfaction can be visibly seen on Sam as he enjoys his justice piss. Soon afterwards Sam sees the dark black shoes off someone which he incidentally pisses and stains on as he slowly looks up towards a security guard who delivers a retuning punch to the face that knocks the American War Machine out unconscious.
……
Hours later we see Sam with a shiner of a black eye as he puts ice to heal it quicker. His wife looks on as she normally does when he does something stupid to which Sam immediately tries to defend.
SW: He shouldn’t have opened the doors.
“What the fuck was pissing on a doctors’ doors going to achieve?”
SW: That Trumps way is the way forward!
“You couldn’t even take a punch from a fat bastard of a security guard, yet you think you’ll last out there in Mexico? HA! The day that happens is the day that I’ll be skinny and an A-Lister!!”
SW: Like you have a chance of that….
Soon outside their house where the Ultras are waiting a sudden large crash of sound can be heard as Sam is thrown through the window of their living room onto the outside yard. He can be heard winching in pain and stretching his back slowly as he carefully tries to get back to his feet. Soon his bags are thrown out to him by his wife as he tries to focus and appear the leader of the American Ultras by nodding and appearing pain free.
SW: I told her to do that….Get ready for Mexico!
There is an awkward silence as the Ultras all look at each other.
SW: Its okay! I am fine and ready to go to Guadalajara to fuck some Outliars up!
Lincoln nods but El Torro shakes his head as he heads to the car.
SW: What?
Sam grabs his bags before joining the rest of the Ultras in their truck on their way to the airport. They open up a can of Red Bulls to hype themselves up as the hours draw nearer towards their first shot at gold as a team.
SW: For Trump!
Ultras: For Trump!
They down the Red Bulls as they begin to hype themselves up as El Toro looks on while driving.
El Toro: ….Americans…
….
So one year already huh?
One year since our conquest began to make America great again in pro wrestling!
And what a fucking year it has been!
Y’all thought we’d be here for one show and we’d be gassed out and not fucked to carry on. Well we are still here all this time now! And we are one of the most discussed trios teams in fed wrestling!
HA! Fuck the lot of you!
And now we are ready to make our statement one year on by winning and capturing the GOL trios titles from the My Chemical Romance tribute band known as “The Outliars”
You fuckers think you have what it takes to beat us? You ain’t met with any competition like us! We have the speed of El Toro, the Agility of Lincoln and the fucking brains and bruising that is me….The American War Machine!
Yes I said brains!
Why you teenagers try to outsmart us with your skate tricks, your gothic mood and try to use the whole “You’re fat and stupid so you can’t beat us” mentality.
You better get your asses out ready for a bit sizeable American boot to go up your small asses! By the time we done with you lot you fuckers won’t be walking properly for a fucking week!
Guadalajara, note to self-stupid fucking Mexican name, will be painted red, white and blue! Because the American Ultras will FINALLY get their chance to showcase themselves and bulldoze shit at one of the big super shows of this company!
Outliars.
….
Prepare to receive an American Fucking!
…
….
AMERICA!
…
FUCK YEAH!!
“FUCK THEM UP!”
Sam begins to sweat with anger.
“FUCKING DICKS!”
He then tries to find a rock on the ground but to no avail.
“SHOW THEM WHAT WE’RE MADE OF!
"
The pan furthers out to reveal that they are protesting at a nearby medical doctors’ facility that has “Obamacare” stickered on their windows. He and the Ultras try to find stones to throw to penetrate the windows and break the glass but they have no avail.
“And why the fuck are there no stones?!”
Lincoln: That’s fucked up boss!
Nixon: Let’s fuck them up another way! Show them that it’s Trumps way or no way!
Sam begins stomping up towards the medical entrance doors and begins dropping his briefs down so his bare behind is on show to the universe. He has a face of determination before giving out a speech.
“Donald Trump is the greatest president of all time since Nixon and the man that will save this fucking country! Rejecting his primary objective of replacing Obamacare with a more better health care system that means I don’t pay a fucking grand for healing a deep cut!”
He then puts his wiener on to the door.
“This is for justice for Trump!”
All: JUSTICE FOR TRUMP!
Sam puts his fist up in the air for justice as he begins to piss on the medical doors. A few of the Ultras shout “Justice!” as he continues to piss all over the doors. The sense of satisfaction can be visibly seen on Sam as he enjoys his justice piss. Soon afterwards Sam sees the dark black shoes off someone which he incidentally pisses and stains on as he slowly looks up towards a security guard who delivers a retuning punch to the face that knocks the American War Machine out unconscious.
……
Hours later we see Sam with a shiner of a black eye as he puts ice to heal it quicker. His wife looks on as she normally does when he does something stupid to which Sam immediately tries to defend.
SW: He shouldn’t have opened the doors.
“What the fuck was pissing on a doctors’ doors going to achieve?”
SW: That Trumps way is the way forward!
“You couldn’t even take a punch from a fat bastard of a security guard, yet you think you’ll last out there in Mexico? HA! The day that happens is the day that I’ll be skinny and an A-Lister!!”
SW: Like you have a chance of that….
Soon outside their house where the Ultras are waiting a sudden large crash of sound can be heard as Sam is thrown through the window of their living room onto the outside yard. He can be heard winching in pain and stretching his back slowly as he carefully tries to get back to his feet. Soon his bags are thrown out to him by his wife as he tries to focus and appear the leader of the American Ultras by nodding and appearing pain free.
SW: I told her to do that….Get ready for Mexico!
There is an awkward silence as the Ultras all look at each other.
SW: Its okay! I am fine and ready to go to Guadalajara to fuck some Outliars up!
Lincoln nods but El Torro shakes his head as he heads to the car.
SW: What?
Sam grabs his bags before joining the rest of the Ultras in their truck on their way to the airport. They open up a can of Red Bulls to hype themselves up as the hours draw nearer towards their first shot at gold as a team.
SW: For Trump!
Ultras: For Trump!
They down the Red Bulls as they begin to hype themselves up as El Toro looks on while driving.
El Toro: ….Americans…
….
So one year already huh?
One year since our conquest began to make America great again in pro wrestling!
And what a fucking year it has been!
Y’all thought we’d be here for one show and we’d be gassed out and not fucked to carry on. Well we are still here all this time now! And we are one of the most discussed trios teams in fed wrestling!
HA! Fuck the lot of you!
And now we are ready to make our statement one year on by winning and capturing the GOL trios titles from the My Chemical Romance tribute band known as “The Outliars”
You fuckers think you have what it takes to beat us? You ain’t met with any competition like us! We have the speed of El Toro, the Agility of Lincoln and the fucking brains and bruising that is me….The American War Machine!
Yes I said brains!
Why you teenagers try to outsmart us with your skate tricks, your gothic mood and try to use the whole “You’re fat and stupid so you can’t beat us” mentality.
You better get your asses out ready for a bit sizeable American boot to go up your small asses! By the time we done with you lot you fuckers won’t be walking properly for a fucking week!
Guadalajara, note to self-stupid fucking Mexican name, will be painted red, white and blue! Because the American Ultras will FINALLY get their chance to showcase themselves and bulldoze shit at one of the big super shows of this company!
Outliars.
….
Prepare to receive an American Fucking!
…
….
AMERICA!
…
FUCK YEAH!!