Post by Raging Frank Lowe on Jan 17, 2021 23:45:39 GMT -5
You sons-a-bitches better call AC Slater or Screech, because there ain’t no bell that’s gonna save your asses from what’s comin’ in the tables match!
Last week, we punked you little bitches and then you just couldn’t take it. We showed you boys who was boss, and you just had to try to nut up and flex again. How’d that go for y’all? You ended up with your asses handed to you AGAIN in the back. Twice. In one fuckin’ night. Y’all ain’t sick of this shit yet? Good god!
Combined 390 pounds? Good lord, are you even men? I’ve taken bigger shits than you two. What kind of challenge do y’all expect to be for me and Shooter here? We’re two goddamn giants! You two? Just some boys wearin’ they daddy’s work clothes. Y’all are out here fixin’ to get yourselves hurt! You playin’ pretend in our fuckin’ ring and gettin’ yourselves all worked up into a real deal fight with the two toughest bastards in this whole damn company!
And don’t forget, boys, me and Noose here? We aren’t wrestlers. We’re brawlers. Fighters. We don’t grapple. We fuckin’ hurt people. We made our livings before this world by working over bigger and much better men than the two of you. By being the best bare knuckle brawlers you’ve ever seen. And this match? A TABLES MATCH?! That shit is WAY MORE down our alley than yours! Good god, boys. Y’all were screwed in a pure wrestling contest, but now? You’re straight up FUCKED in this brawl!
How do y’all expect this to go down exactly? What do you think’s gonna happen? You think you’ll walk in and put the hurtin’ on some fellas who have had the weight and size advantage over you since they was inside they mamas? You really think you gonna have any shot in hell during this one?! COME ON, BOYS! Be rational. You gotta understand the way shit works, man. The way this one’s gonna work is pretty simple. Y’all gonna come out to the ring all over confident and shit. Shooter and I is gonna work you over like some fuckin’ punchin’ bags, and when we feel like movin’ on with our lives and workin’ with Frank to smash the ever lovin’ shit outta Corey Bull.
And we know Bull told the world last week that if Frank loses at Revolution, me and Noose are banned from Action Wrestling. So we need to be able to focus on helping our employer get the next big win of his career. You boys are in the way of that focus. So we’re going to get fucking rid of you. Clean the slate by destroying the table. Can’t wait to wreck you fucks. See you in the ring, boys.
Last week, we punked you little bitches and then you just couldn’t take it. We showed you boys who was boss, and you just had to try to nut up and flex again. How’d that go for y’all? You ended up with your asses handed to you AGAIN in the back. Twice. In one fuckin’ night. Y’all ain’t sick of this shit yet? Good god!
Combined 390 pounds? Good lord, are you even men? I’ve taken bigger shits than you two. What kind of challenge do y’all expect to be for me and Shooter here? We’re two goddamn giants! You two? Just some boys wearin’ they daddy’s work clothes. Y’all are out here fixin’ to get yourselves hurt! You playin’ pretend in our fuckin’ ring and gettin’ yourselves all worked up into a real deal fight with the two toughest bastards in this whole damn company!
And don’t forget, boys, me and Noose here? We aren’t wrestlers. We’re brawlers. Fighters. We don’t grapple. We fuckin’ hurt people. We made our livings before this world by working over bigger and much better men than the two of you. By being the best bare knuckle brawlers you’ve ever seen. And this match? A TABLES MATCH?! That shit is WAY MORE down our alley than yours! Good god, boys. Y’all were screwed in a pure wrestling contest, but now? You’re straight up FUCKED in this brawl!
How do y’all expect this to go down exactly? What do you think’s gonna happen? You think you’ll walk in and put the hurtin’ on some fellas who have had the weight and size advantage over you since they was inside they mamas? You really think you gonna have any shot in hell during this one?! COME ON, BOYS! Be rational. You gotta understand the way shit works, man. The way this one’s gonna work is pretty simple. Y’all gonna come out to the ring all over confident and shit. Shooter and I is gonna work you over like some fuckin’ punchin’ bags, and when we feel like movin’ on with our lives and workin’ with Frank to smash the ever lovin’ shit outta Corey Bull.
And we know Bull told the world last week that if Frank loses at Revolution, me and Noose are banned from Action Wrestling. So we need to be able to focus on helping our employer get the next big win of his career. You boys are in the way of that focus. So we’re going to get fucking rid of you. Clean the slate by destroying the table. Can’t wait to wreck you fucks. See you in the ring, boys.