Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2017 21:18:03 GMT -5
Wednesday 25 January 2017 Glasgow, Scotland
One a cold night in Glasgow, most people are smart to stay indoors, but as it is a drinking culture, the pubs will have more people in them on Wednesday evening than most churches will have on Sunday morning. Some people are getting ready to go to see Celtic play St Johnstone as Wee Bhoy Jay will be honored before the match. Granted the Scottish football isn’t the best, but it sure beats staying home and watching some soap opera that has more drama your typical teenagers in school. As most people are outside smoking thanks to the bloody smoking ban from years ago, people are a bit loud and people passing by generally give disgusted looks and sometimes comments about hoping the other team wins. A few dumb ass school boys try to get under the Celtic supporters’ skin by chant Ranger songs to try and impress their mates. For the most part, they ignored, but a ‘fuck off’, ‘get the fuck out of here’, and ‘arsehole’ are shouted back. With any football in Glasgow, there is a strong police presence who quickly go after the kids. One thing most outsiders don’t understand, Celtic and Rangers hate each other with a passion. To put it in a way most people can understand, think Israel and Palestine.
As the crowd has almost caused the pub to reach maximum capacity, Tweeder is weaving in and out of the crowd to get to the bar. It isn’t easy when people are almost shoulder to shoulder or in some cases, gut to gut. As Tweeder slides up to the bar, he orders three pints of Carling as he is unsure of when he will be able to get another pint. The good news is the crowd will be leaving in about thirty minutes to head to Celtic Park. Tweeder still downs the pints like he is in a hurry even if he isn’t going to the match. It is something about being in large crowds like this that causes him to drink quicker than he should, but it could also be the fear of someone bumping into him and causing him to spill and lose perfectly good lager. Plus Tweeder’s body is still sore from his match against Sinc Mercier from the scaffold match. Some people are complaining not about the match, but the fact the local Chinese take aways are closed. Tweeder can’t help, but chuckle to himself as most people don’t realize it is Chinese New Year which doesn’t line up with what they would consider the traditional New Year’s. Some of the people though should be looking for salad bar instead, but the diet isn’t exactly the best.
Once the beers are finished, Tweeder heads outside to where he has a cigarette. Once again people are complaining about the weather, the lack of take aways that are open, Rangers, and a few other things. It is funny how people complain about things they can’t fix or do anything about. Hell it could be the perfect weather and people would still complain about it as then they would have nothing to complain about. Humans are such fickle creatures. As the time gets closer to 7pm, the crowd starts to get smaller and smaller as people head to the grounds. Although kick off is at 7:45pm, the possibility of being patted down by the cops and turnstile is not the fastest so it is best to give yourself plenty of time. Plus who doesn’t love Wee Bhoy Jay and want to give their respect to him. Tweeder though just remains at the pub as there is something else of interest to him as he is meeting a connection to discuss a business venture that needs to be addressed in regards to The Sandtown Kid, Carnage Wrestling, and the trip to Tokyo in May. Plus there might even be a side trip to South Korea, but that can wait for now so they can grow complacent. Besides it is only St Johnstone which isn’t going to draw too much excitement.
One down, three more to before I walk away as the first ever champion of Union Battleground. Trixie failed to understand that if you go and run your mouth, you need to be able to back it up. Now Crowbar, I hope you realize who you are facing this week. Last time you said it was that Pierce guy, but someone must have told you it was Nigel Crane as you quickly corrected yourself. Maybe you have been smoking something strong that weed or mixing your drinks, but either way, it didn’t come across as being too professional. In fact, it seems a bit bush league which makes me question just how you even got a contract with WARPED. They must have been as desperate as UCI Wrestling. Speaking of WARPED though…
It is funny how you call WARPED your home, but then brag about how you destroyed it from within. I was never in WARPED as it wasn’t my thing, but I do know a few things about places I called home closing down. That being said, if anyone I used to work with seemed fine with being the reason my home went the way of the dinosaurs, they wouldn’t be standing. I am sure even now a few people who were part of WARPED heard what you said right be Lights Out #2 and they wished they could be the ones to get some payback. Well they are in lucky mars bar as I will be the instrument that stands in place for them to do just that. Now I am sure they still wish they were in my shoes, but I get to take some frustration I have had out on you. It isn’t personal mate. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time and said the wrong thing at the wrong time. What I am going to do to you is for all those who have seen their home close and had to watch as others laughed.
You can try and beat me if you can. The odds of that happening are about 99.999999999% against you. In the case, you do manage to win, it will because you had outside help. I didn’t need Anton Chase to do anything to Trixie as I had her beat on my own. So Anton Chase, let this be a heads up that you are royally fucked. Sorry about that Bubu Lubu, but I had to give Chase some notification. Now you might think you have a chance like Trixie did, but I am not going to let you survive. Even if I wanted to, it would be bad for business. Plus I am here to win the whole bloody tournament and unlike some wankers who just want to bring their little feud that they have in some other place here to UB. There are so many things that are causing me to shake my head that you get the honor of being in the main event with me and turned into a bloody mess. Vegas will be talking about it for some time and they might even ask you remain as a reminder that not everyone who enters Vegas leaves the same. Your mangled body will be on display for all to see. Shit it might even cause a few people to rethink their ambitions of entering the Poker World Series. Oh you will get paid for being on display, but it will be commission base only.
Crowbar, you will eat a chair at some point so don’t get any ideas you will walk away as the winner. Hell, since Dick Devereaux has a match earlier in the night, I am going to have to find ways to top him. Let’s face it, he and I are the craziest two bastards in UB so it is only fitting that he and I will cross paths at some point. As for you milk dud, you get to be the tool that is used to create my master piece. By the time Axel finishes his tournament, he is going to wish he never invited me. It is just a matter of time now Crowbar where you get put in your place which is back in the garage. Trixie learned she is just a big fish in a small pond who will become that bitter old cat lady. What will you become Crowbar? Maybe I will find a use for you after I end your dream of being the first ever UB champion. There is always the gig I told you about in Vegas.
I am your judge. I am your jury. I am your executioner.
One a cold night in Glasgow, most people are smart to stay indoors, but as it is a drinking culture, the pubs will have more people in them on Wednesday evening than most churches will have on Sunday morning. Some people are getting ready to go to see Celtic play St Johnstone as Wee Bhoy Jay will be honored before the match. Granted the Scottish football isn’t the best, but it sure beats staying home and watching some soap opera that has more drama your typical teenagers in school. As most people are outside smoking thanks to the bloody smoking ban from years ago, people are a bit loud and people passing by generally give disgusted looks and sometimes comments about hoping the other team wins. A few dumb ass school boys try to get under the Celtic supporters’ skin by chant Ranger songs to try and impress their mates. For the most part, they ignored, but a ‘fuck off’, ‘get the fuck out of here’, and ‘arsehole’ are shouted back. With any football in Glasgow, there is a strong police presence who quickly go after the kids. One thing most outsiders don’t understand, Celtic and Rangers hate each other with a passion. To put it in a way most people can understand, think Israel and Palestine.
As the crowd has almost caused the pub to reach maximum capacity, Tweeder is weaving in and out of the crowd to get to the bar. It isn’t easy when people are almost shoulder to shoulder or in some cases, gut to gut. As Tweeder slides up to the bar, he orders three pints of Carling as he is unsure of when he will be able to get another pint. The good news is the crowd will be leaving in about thirty minutes to head to Celtic Park. Tweeder still downs the pints like he is in a hurry even if he isn’t going to the match. It is something about being in large crowds like this that causes him to drink quicker than he should, but it could also be the fear of someone bumping into him and causing him to spill and lose perfectly good lager. Plus Tweeder’s body is still sore from his match against Sinc Mercier from the scaffold match. Some people are complaining not about the match, but the fact the local Chinese take aways are closed. Tweeder can’t help, but chuckle to himself as most people don’t realize it is Chinese New Year which doesn’t line up with what they would consider the traditional New Year’s. Some of the people though should be looking for salad bar instead, but the diet isn’t exactly the best.
Once the beers are finished, Tweeder heads outside to where he has a cigarette. Once again people are complaining about the weather, the lack of take aways that are open, Rangers, and a few other things. It is funny how people complain about things they can’t fix or do anything about. Hell it could be the perfect weather and people would still complain about it as then they would have nothing to complain about. Humans are such fickle creatures. As the time gets closer to 7pm, the crowd starts to get smaller and smaller as people head to the grounds. Although kick off is at 7:45pm, the possibility of being patted down by the cops and turnstile is not the fastest so it is best to give yourself plenty of time. Plus who doesn’t love Wee Bhoy Jay and want to give their respect to him. Tweeder though just remains at the pub as there is something else of interest to him as he is meeting a connection to discuss a business venture that needs to be addressed in regards to The Sandtown Kid, Carnage Wrestling, and the trip to Tokyo in May. Plus there might even be a side trip to South Korea, but that can wait for now so they can grow complacent. Besides it is only St Johnstone which isn’t going to draw too much excitement.
One down, three more to before I walk away as the first ever champion of Union Battleground. Trixie failed to understand that if you go and run your mouth, you need to be able to back it up. Now Crowbar, I hope you realize who you are facing this week. Last time you said it was that Pierce guy, but someone must have told you it was Nigel Crane as you quickly corrected yourself. Maybe you have been smoking something strong that weed or mixing your drinks, but either way, it didn’t come across as being too professional. In fact, it seems a bit bush league which makes me question just how you even got a contract with WARPED. They must have been as desperate as UCI Wrestling. Speaking of WARPED though…
It is funny how you call WARPED your home, but then brag about how you destroyed it from within. I was never in WARPED as it wasn’t my thing, but I do know a few things about places I called home closing down. That being said, if anyone I used to work with seemed fine with being the reason my home went the way of the dinosaurs, they wouldn’t be standing. I am sure even now a few people who were part of WARPED heard what you said right be Lights Out #2 and they wished they could be the ones to get some payback. Well they are in lucky mars bar as I will be the instrument that stands in place for them to do just that. Now I am sure they still wish they were in my shoes, but I get to take some frustration I have had out on you. It isn’t personal mate. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time and said the wrong thing at the wrong time. What I am going to do to you is for all those who have seen their home close and had to watch as others laughed.
You can try and beat me if you can. The odds of that happening are about 99.999999999% against you. In the case, you do manage to win, it will because you had outside help. I didn’t need Anton Chase to do anything to Trixie as I had her beat on my own. So Anton Chase, let this be a heads up that you are royally fucked. Sorry about that Bubu Lubu, but I had to give Chase some notification. Now you might think you have a chance like Trixie did, but I am not going to let you survive. Even if I wanted to, it would be bad for business. Plus I am here to win the whole bloody tournament and unlike some wankers who just want to bring their little feud that they have in some other place here to UB. There are so many things that are causing me to shake my head that you get the honor of being in the main event with me and turned into a bloody mess. Vegas will be talking about it for some time and they might even ask you remain as a reminder that not everyone who enters Vegas leaves the same. Your mangled body will be on display for all to see. Shit it might even cause a few people to rethink their ambitions of entering the Poker World Series. Oh you will get paid for being on display, but it will be commission base only.
Crowbar, you will eat a chair at some point so don’t get any ideas you will walk away as the winner. Hell, since Dick Devereaux has a match earlier in the night, I am going to have to find ways to top him. Let’s face it, he and I are the craziest two bastards in UB so it is only fitting that he and I will cross paths at some point. As for you milk dud, you get to be the tool that is used to create my master piece. By the time Axel finishes his tournament, he is going to wish he never invited me. It is just a matter of time now Crowbar where you get put in your place which is back in the garage. Trixie learned she is just a big fish in a small pond who will become that bitter old cat lady. What will you become Crowbar? Maybe I will find a use for you after I end your dream of being the first ever UB champion. There is always the gig I told you about in Vegas.
I am your judge. I am your jury. I am your executioner.