Post by Robby Bigg Dick on Sept 22, 2021 16:29:27 GMT -5
RBD grabs a paint bucket from the garage while he's doing some mild construction on some empty house. He notices the camera coming. He nods and drops the bucket on the ground and flips it upside down with his boot. He sits down on it and nods again as the camera gets closer and set up in a stable position.
Robby Bigg Dick: Yeah, welcome back. Oh, I used to think Action Wrestling or any other company like this would never hire me. It ain't hard to fucking figure out why right? I'm just not their fucking deal. I'm not their fucking guy ya know? But I was shocked when they offered a fucking contract and I signed it. I love money. Don't get me wrong I love making mother fuckers like Damian Kaine bleed, but I love money. I don't want to fix up houses and shit all my life that ain't for me. I want to sit back and fucking relax and just chill and I'm gonna do that after I beat these pussy ass pansy bunch of fucking idiots down. I can't wait to make my proper debut on Clash so you can all see what you're fucking missing and what you're probably youtubin' when you're bored at work!
RBD spits onto the garage ground.
Robby Bigg Dick: I was invited to Clash last week and after I signed my fucking papers and they scanned all my IDs and social security or what the fuck ever I noticed my fucking friends. Yeah, I got East Block gang but I got real fucking pro wrestling friends too ya know? I give them a fucking hug show respect to the vets and they go out there and fucking kill it. They fucking fucked those fucks up and ya know what happened? Those peachy fucks started beating down my boys Striker and Beefer. Fucking stupid ass fucks what the fuck is wrong with you? So I run out there and now I'm in this six man tag when I see chubby fucking John Black come out and try his shit. What the fuck is this. I quickly realize ya know that AW is just a run wild fucking company and anyone can do anything well guess what? Don't give BIGG that kind of fucking freedom cause now its time for you mother fuckers to bleed.
RBD takes a bottle of water from a fellow damage co-worker. He takes the cap off and takes a swig.
Robby Bigg Dick: Damian Kaine you pussy ass mother fucker. You look like you dance to that shitty techno german music in some fucking club in the middle of the day. Do you get sun at all? You're pasty fucking skin is going to be laid out on the canvas and Im going to drain all your fucking blood and pool it up in the corner and then drown you in it like its a Capri-Sun you drink after your mommy gives you a lunchable you stupid fuck. You look like those little snitch fuckin' kids from the playground. You a snitch mother fucker? You probably snitch on all the fucking boys when they used to bring a cell phone to school huh you stupid fuck. I hate mother fuckers like you and you're going to feel that fucking hate on Clash, you stupid fuck.
CJ Phoenix, man I don't even know what the fuck is wrong with you. I've seen you on TV before talking gibberish and shit mother fucker. The fuck? You speak English mother fucker. I'm down for all languages, thats how I fuckin roll but you speak anime gibberish and shit. You gonna float up into the sky mother fucker? Do I look like Vuhgeeta mother fucker? We dont do samurai shit around here and if you try that fucking stupid shit on Clash mother fucker I'm going to break you in half. I swear to god you roll up your hand into a fucking fist and swing it at me mother fucker and I'm going to stop it, take your fist and shove it down your throat you mother fucker. You remind me of that tweeter pussy ass bitch Graham Baker. You and him are one in the same, yeah, don't deny it bitch. You and Baker remind me of those immature mother fuckers who think they're funny talking about meta bullshit like only 10 people laugh at your jokes. Theres a time to be funny and theres a time to be fucking DEATHMATCH GOD and Baker isn't one. He's a smartass little bitch who I'm gonna pop in the fucking mouth one day.
And John Black.
RBD spits onto the ground.
Robby Bigg Dick: Yeah, mother fucker. You stepped into this shit didn't you? Did you expect this shit you bitch? You fucking chub fuck. I bet if I get you to fucking chase me around the fucking ring 2 laps you fucking pass out from the pain and lack of air you fuck. Look, lets put these stupid fucking jokes away ya dig. Listen for real. You're stepping into my world now and this match is for me. I'm not surprised that my first match on Clash caters to me because they know who I am and what I fucking stand for.
I stand for making mother fuckers bleed. I punish mother fuckers. John Black, prepare to get destroyed you little piece of fucking shit.
Open a fucking phone book, randomly place your finger on a name and number and call it. Ask for a fucking friend. You're going to need more friends than these two pussy nerd fucking bitches. Fuck, you better bring the entire county that phone book belongs to cause I'm not stopping John Black. I'm not stopping until I can stand up and put your head on a fucking stick and wave it in the air.
I'll take care of these fucking nerds no problem but John, I'm coming for you mother fucker. Put your nose in my business and it gets smashed. Enough said.
RBD stands up and demands the camera to be turned off.
Robby Bigg Dick: Yeah, welcome back. Oh, I used to think Action Wrestling or any other company like this would never hire me. It ain't hard to fucking figure out why right? I'm just not their fucking deal. I'm not their fucking guy ya know? But I was shocked when they offered a fucking contract and I signed it. I love money. Don't get me wrong I love making mother fuckers like Damian Kaine bleed, but I love money. I don't want to fix up houses and shit all my life that ain't for me. I want to sit back and fucking relax and just chill and I'm gonna do that after I beat these pussy ass pansy bunch of fucking idiots down. I can't wait to make my proper debut on Clash so you can all see what you're fucking missing and what you're probably youtubin' when you're bored at work!
RBD spits onto the garage ground.
Robby Bigg Dick: I was invited to Clash last week and after I signed my fucking papers and they scanned all my IDs and social security or what the fuck ever I noticed my fucking friends. Yeah, I got East Block gang but I got real fucking pro wrestling friends too ya know? I give them a fucking hug show respect to the vets and they go out there and fucking kill it. They fucking fucked those fucks up and ya know what happened? Those peachy fucks started beating down my boys Striker and Beefer. Fucking stupid ass fucks what the fuck is wrong with you? So I run out there and now I'm in this six man tag when I see chubby fucking John Black come out and try his shit. What the fuck is this. I quickly realize ya know that AW is just a run wild fucking company and anyone can do anything well guess what? Don't give BIGG that kind of fucking freedom cause now its time for you mother fuckers to bleed.
RBD takes a bottle of water from a fellow damage co-worker. He takes the cap off and takes a swig.
Robby Bigg Dick: Damian Kaine you pussy ass mother fucker. You look like you dance to that shitty techno german music in some fucking club in the middle of the day. Do you get sun at all? You're pasty fucking skin is going to be laid out on the canvas and Im going to drain all your fucking blood and pool it up in the corner and then drown you in it like its a Capri-Sun you drink after your mommy gives you a lunchable you stupid fuck. You look like those little snitch fuckin' kids from the playground. You a snitch mother fucker? You probably snitch on all the fucking boys when they used to bring a cell phone to school huh you stupid fuck. I hate mother fuckers like you and you're going to feel that fucking hate on Clash, you stupid fuck.
CJ Phoenix, man I don't even know what the fuck is wrong with you. I've seen you on TV before talking gibberish and shit mother fucker. The fuck? You speak English mother fucker. I'm down for all languages, thats how I fuckin roll but you speak anime gibberish and shit. You gonna float up into the sky mother fucker? Do I look like Vuhgeeta mother fucker? We dont do samurai shit around here and if you try that fucking stupid shit on Clash mother fucker I'm going to break you in half. I swear to god you roll up your hand into a fucking fist and swing it at me mother fucker and I'm going to stop it, take your fist and shove it down your throat you mother fucker. You remind me of that tweeter pussy ass bitch Graham Baker. You and him are one in the same, yeah, don't deny it bitch. You and Baker remind me of those immature mother fuckers who think they're funny talking about meta bullshit like only 10 people laugh at your jokes. Theres a time to be funny and theres a time to be fucking DEATHMATCH GOD and Baker isn't one. He's a smartass little bitch who I'm gonna pop in the fucking mouth one day.
And John Black.
RBD spits onto the ground.
Robby Bigg Dick: Yeah, mother fucker. You stepped into this shit didn't you? Did you expect this shit you bitch? You fucking chub fuck. I bet if I get you to fucking chase me around the fucking ring 2 laps you fucking pass out from the pain and lack of air you fuck. Look, lets put these stupid fucking jokes away ya dig. Listen for real. You're stepping into my world now and this match is for me. I'm not surprised that my first match on Clash caters to me because they know who I am and what I fucking stand for.
I stand for making mother fuckers bleed. I punish mother fuckers. John Black, prepare to get destroyed you little piece of fucking shit.
Open a fucking phone book, randomly place your finger on a name and number and call it. Ask for a fucking friend. You're going to need more friends than these two pussy nerd fucking bitches. Fuck, you better bring the entire county that phone book belongs to cause I'm not stopping John Black. I'm not stopping until I can stand up and put your head on a fucking stick and wave it in the air.
I'll take care of these fucking nerds no problem but John, I'm coming for you mother fucker. Put your nose in my business and it gets smashed. Enough said.
RBD stands up and demands the camera to be turned off.