Post by jordicus on Apr 19, 2013 11:21:57 GMT -5
Battle?bitch please.
The scene opens to the sound of crows screeching, their noise blending in with the background noise of the busy city. The first image that we see as the camera comes into focus is a line of taxis against the pavement, and a costa coffee shop in the background,where the taxi drivers could be seen waiting for their early morning shifts to begin. A little to the left, a bridge ran across a platform raised above the road,and a small number of cars could be seen crossing it, most probably corporate assholes driving to work and getting ready to make their couple of hundred men work force's lives hell for a few hours.
The camera fixates itself on the path under the bridge, as from it two figures casually stroll from the darkness, both carrying in Their hands a coffee and both watching the windows of the opposing coffee shop.
The tallest of the two turned to the camera and and took a long sip of his drink before speaking.
Zack: Welcome to Worcester, the city I grew up loving. The city I grew up waiting for my next visit to. Fuck anywhere else, this city defines my teenage years of being a grade A Classhole. I remember fighting with an old polish women when
I was fifteen here. Fucking whore.
He takes a sip of his drink and steps back, allowing his partner to continue.
Buzz: speaking of fights and whores, two weeks ago we,the British Classholes ,made our debut in PCW and we beat those lesbian period stains The sirens. Then,we sent them a little...'after match warning' not to fuck with us. And I hope they got the message, I really do. Because if they didn't, we can just keep sending them and sending them and sending them and sending them and sending them till their arms are sticking out of their ears and they're sown mouth to menstrual cycling vagina.
Zack steps forward to speak.
Zack: but just In case the message somehow failed to send,I guess we'll have to send another just to make sure.and I know the perfect way to do that. You see, at battle finale, I, the british pure-breed zack madestone-Flint, have been placed in what I like to call a five man frenzy match. And one of those two lesbian army tramps is competing aswell as me in said match. Alongside her,and against her just as much, are going to be me and three other competitors, including sm rayne, another newbie in the company. He currenly holds a 0-1 record In PCW,meaning he's off to a very bad start compared to us. Whilst he's losing matches and failing to make a serious statement in this company, we are already starting to build a name for ourself that every other person in this motherfucker doesn't deserve even a quarter as much as us. We are the future, everyone else are just wankers or cunts or lesbians or Vikings or ass kissing mummy's boys. And wether we have to use our words, our fists, thumbtacks, glass,barbed wire, 4x4s or just good old fire and gasoline, we will ascend to the top class,because we're not just assholes, we're Classholes.
A child walks past holding a balloon and buzz grabs it off him and pops it before giving him it back, and laughs as the boy runs off crying. Out of the costa comes one of the taxi drivers,who watched buzz steal the balloon. He grabs buzz by the collar and starts speaking angrily at him, spitting in his face as he speaks.
Taxi driver#1:I hope you're going to get that another balloon you sad Cunt.
All of a sudden there's a loud crack and the taxis driver's eyes roll and his body goes limp. As he falls to the ground, zack comes into view, holding a wrench In his one hand and looking mildly pleased with himself. He picks up the guys body and calmly chucks his unconscious body through the window of one the taxi's parked next to them. Another taxi driver runs out crazily wielding a knife, as the other drivers stare on in mild amusement. Zack ducks and hits him in the groin with the wrench, then Buzz grabs him by the waist and shoulder before throwing him through a taxi window. The two superstars dust their hands off as if the taxi drivers were a minor inconvenience. They look each other in the eye for a few seconds , before Buzz randomly jumps forward and grabs the camera, shouting at the top of his voice
Buzz:PCW mothafuckas! Battle finale 3, zack madestone Flint vs the four fuckateers, if you haven't got class, you can be sure you'll end up on your ass.cunts!.
And with that the scene fades out.
The scene opens to the sound of crows screeching, their noise blending in with the background noise of the busy city. The first image that we see as the camera comes into focus is a line of taxis against the pavement, and a costa coffee shop in the background,where the taxi drivers could be seen waiting for their early morning shifts to begin. A little to the left, a bridge ran across a platform raised above the road,and a small number of cars could be seen crossing it, most probably corporate assholes driving to work and getting ready to make their couple of hundred men work force's lives hell for a few hours.
The camera fixates itself on the path under the bridge, as from it two figures casually stroll from the darkness, both carrying in Their hands a coffee and both watching the windows of the opposing coffee shop.
The tallest of the two turned to the camera and and took a long sip of his drink before speaking.
Zack: Welcome to Worcester, the city I grew up loving. The city I grew up waiting for my next visit to. Fuck anywhere else, this city defines my teenage years of being a grade A Classhole. I remember fighting with an old polish women when
I was fifteen here. Fucking whore.
He takes a sip of his drink and steps back, allowing his partner to continue.
Buzz: speaking of fights and whores, two weeks ago we,the British Classholes ,made our debut in PCW and we beat those lesbian period stains The sirens. Then,we sent them a little...'after match warning' not to fuck with us. And I hope they got the message, I really do. Because if they didn't, we can just keep sending them and sending them and sending them and sending them and sending them till their arms are sticking out of their ears and they're sown mouth to menstrual cycling vagina.
Zack steps forward to speak.
Zack: but just In case the message somehow failed to send,I guess we'll have to send another just to make sure.and I know the perfect way to do that. You see, at battle finale, I, the british pure-breed zack madestone-Flint, have been placed in what I like to call a five man frenzy match. And one of those two lesbian army tramps is competing aswell as me in said match. Alongside her,and against her just as much, are going to be me and three other competitors, including sm rayne, another newbie in the company. He currenly holds a 0-1 record In PCW,meaning he's off to a very bad start compared to us. Whilst he's losing matches and failing to make a serious statement in this company, we are already starting to build a name for ourself that every other person in this motherfucker doesn't deserve even a quarter as much as us. We are the future, everyone else are just wankers or cunts or lesbians or Vikings or ass kissing mummy's boys. And wether we have to use our words, our fists, thumbtacks, glass,barbed wire, 4x4s or just good old fire and gasoline, we will ascend to the top class,because we're not just assholes, we're Classholes.
A child walks past holding a balloon and buzz grabs it off him and pops it before giving him it back, and laughs as the boy runs off crying. Out of the costa comes one of the taxi drivers,who watched buzz steal the balloon. He grabs buzz by the collar and starts speaking angrily at him, spitting in his face as he speaks.
Taxi driver#1:I hope you're going to get that another balloon you sad Cunt.
All of a sudden there's a loud crack and the taxis driver's eyes roll and his body goes limp. As he falls to the ground, zack comes into view, holding a wrench In his one hand and looking mildly pleased with himself. He picks up the guys body and calmly chucks his unconscious body through the window of one the taxi's parked next to them. Another taxi driver runs out crazily wielding a knife, as the other drivers stare on in mild amusement. Zack ducks and hits him in the groin with the wrench, then Buzz grabs him by the waist and shoulder before throwing him through a taxi window. The two superstars dust their hands off as if the taxi drivers were a minor inconvenience. They look each other in the eye for a few seconds , before Buzz randomly jumps forward and grabs the camera, shouting at the top of his voice
Buzz:PCW mothafuckas! Battle finale 3, zack madestone Flint vs the four fuckateers, if you haven't got class, you can be sure you'll end up on your ass.cunts!.
And with that the scene fades out.
