Post by Red Bull Icon on Jun 3, 2011 20:23:16 GMT -5
Before the bustling background of New Orleans City Park stands a smug disinterested visage unknown to most UGWC fans. It is clear that Wrestlestock ’11 is already in full swing by the sheer level of noise as the man brings a microphone to his lips.
?: So, you don’t know me I bet. That’s fine. I don’t know any of you. Can’t really seem to give two craps about ya, either, but I got the god damned mic so there. Allow me, like yous got a choice, to introduce myself. Name’s Bjorn Lamphead. Some of you recognize the name. Truth is truth I almost saved that shit hole LWF. Signed, saw, and bailed. Fuck that place. They say I got scared, and I did. *pft* Scared I might cripple someone.
So what are doing here now than Mr. Lamphead? Yeah that’s what you should be thinking. Don’t ask though cause I aint talking to any of you little never was’. But to answer the question. Fucking service contract or some shit. I don’t know, but my attorney said I gotta do it or be sued. Fucking lawsuits in wrestling! Anyway, pay checks a pay check right? And this pay check’s gonna keep that cheating bitch off my ass for a good three months. And what a hooker and blow filled three months it’s gonna be. That’s a fact!
But let’s cut the crap, eh? You all seem to dig this UGWC shit so let me be the first to say fuck off! How could you support any product that tries to pass itself off without Bjorn! *pft* What evers. Listen up so this is Wrestlestock. There’s a bunch of feds with three or four letter initials that I don’t know because I don’t, wont, work there on site. They’re gonna be showcasing their unique brand of what they call talent. There’s sideshows and attractions. Without Bjorn so you know they’ll suck, but I gotta, by contract, say they’re gonna, gonna… fucking film nerd… gonna be off, da, chizzle, yo.
But just like Bjorn here I don’t think any of you all out there surrounded by your spankerchief mountain give a sweet diapered Jesus shit about any of that. UGWC fans I heard are rabid. Or have rabies. Fuck it. You all want your stars like Bjorn wants a god damned all natural big tittied red head. So here’s Medos.
The camera pans out enough to see Bjorn joined by Medos who’s wearing the UGWC Chaos Championship over his shoulder. Medos seems a bit distracted by the crowd and the group of screaming frat boys as they pass by the camera. Medos shakes his head before his attention is reined in by Bjorn.
Bjorn: Medos over here, ah, bloke. Glad you could make it.
Medos smiles and nods before looking off in the distance at the spectacle cause by the largest gathering of wrestling fans in history.
Bjorn: Whatever. Let’s make this fast. I heard Chris Austin Productions is holding a wet t-shirt contest, and I figure with enough coke I can one of those porn girls to pretend she’s into it. Medos, you’re the Chaos Champ.
Medos: Yeah, proudly. Through hard work and determin…
Bjorn: Fascinating. You’re aware this is the Chaos day of Wrestlestock? You know the more I say that I thought it’d start to sound natural, but who ever names this shit for the UGWC needs a new day job.
Medos: OK?
Bjorn: Fuck it. The consortium, see?, figured they wanted some chaos. So they didn’t book any UGWC matches. Sounds lazy not so much chaotic. Not like last month in Medford at all.
Medos: What?
Bjorn: Fucker pay attention. The consortium, fuck that’s horrible, the consortium says whoever has that Chaos belt at the end of today’s ‘official’, read not dropping acid in the back of pedobear’s van, happenings is gonna keep it.
Medos: So I have to defend against all the other five guys featured today? I’m fine with that.
Bjorn: No bitch, and I’m say it quite to give you a head start. You have to defend against everyone here. That’s how I read it, well it was read to me, anyway.
Medos: What!
Bjorn: Yeah, only reason Bjorn hasn’t already laid you out is the superstar that is Bjorn is a big enough target for all these no bodies. Don’t need another assault charge. There ya go. I’ma go check out that titty show. Hey there’s your ref.
Bjorn walks off as the camera stays on Medos. His eyes widening as he looks around at sea of potential opponents. Then his mouth closes, his eyes narrow, he adjusts the belt on his shoulder, and he proudly walks around in the crowd followed closely by Hazel East.
?: So, you don’t know me I bet. That’s fine. I don’t know any of you. Can’t really seem to give two craps about ya, either, but I got the god damned mic so there. Allow me, like yous got a choice, to introduce myself. Name’s Bjorn Lamphead. Some of you recognize the name. Truth is truth I almost saved that shit hole LWF. Signed, saw, and bailed. Fuck that place. They say I got scared, and I did. *pft* Scared I might cripple someone.
So what are doing here now than Mr. Lamphead? Yeah that’s what you should be thinking. Don’t ask though cause I aint talking to any of you little never was’. But to answer the question. Fucking service contract or some shit. I don’t know, but my attorney said I gotta do it or be sued. Fucking lawsuits in wrestling! Anyway, pay checks a pay check right? And this pay check’s gonna keep that cheating bitch off my ass for a good three months. And what a hooker and blow filled three months it’s gonna be. That’s a fact!
But let’s cut the crap, eh? You all seem to dig this UGWC shit so let me be the first to say fuck off! How could you support any product that tries to pass itself off without Bjorn! *pft* What evers. Listen up so this is Wrestlestock. There’s a bunch of feds with three or four letter initials that I don’t know because I don’t, wont, work there on site. They’re gonna be showcasing their unique brand of what they call talent. There’s sideshows and attractions. Without Bjorn so you know they’ll suck, but I gotta, by contract, say they’re gonna, gonna… fucking film nerd… gonna be off, da, chizzle, yo.
But just like Bjorn here I don’t think any of you all out there surrounded by your spankerchief mountain give a sweet diapered Jesus shit about any of that. UGWC fans I heard are rabid. Or have rabies. Fuck it. You all want your stars like Bjorn wants a god damned all natural big tittied red head. So here’s Medos.
The camera pans out enough to see Bjorn joined by Medos who’s wearing the UGWC Chaos Championship over his shoulder. Medos seems a bit distracted by the crowd and the group of screaming frat boys as they pass by the camera. Medos shakes his head before his attention is reined in by Bjorn.
Bjorn: Medos over here, ah, bloke. Glad you could make it.
Medos smiles and nods before looking off in the distance at the spectacle cause by the largest gathering of wrestling fans in history.
Bjorn: Whatever. Let’s make this fast. I heard Chris Austin Productions is holding a wet t-shirt contest, and I figure with enough coke I can one of those porn girls to pretend she’s into it. Medos, you’re the Chaos Champ.
Medos: Yeah, proudly. Through hard work and determin…
Bjorn: Fascinating. You’re aware this is the Chaos day of Wrestlestock? You know the more I say that I thought it’d start to sound natural, but who ever names this shit for the UGWC needs a new day job.
Medos: OK?
Bjorn: Fuck it. The consortium, see?, figured they wanted some chaos. So they didn’t book any UGWC matches. Sounds lazy not so much chaotic. Not like last month in Medford at all.
Medos: What?
Bjorn: Fucker pay attention. The consortium, fuck that’s horrible, the consortium says whoever has that Chaos belt at the end of today’s ‘official’, read not dropping acid in the back of pedobear’s van, happenings is gonna keep it.
Medos: So I have to defend against all the other five guys featured today? I’m fine with that.
Bjorn: No bitch, and I’m say it quite to give you a head start. You have to defend against everyone here. That’s how I read it, well it was read to me, anyway.
Medos: What!
Bjorn: Yeah, only reason Bjorn hasn’t already laid you out is the superstar that is Bjorn is a big enough target for all these no bodies. Don’t need another assault charge. There ya go. I’ma go check out that titty show. Hey there’s your ref.
Bjorn walks off as the camera stays on Medos. His eyes widening as he looks around at sea of potential opponents. Then his mouth closes, his eyes narrow, he adjusts the belt on his shoulder, and he proudly walks around in the crowd followed closely by Hazel East.