Post by TakaruMatsui on Jan 11, 2023 22:13:14 GMT -5
‘I thought they spoke english in Mississippi?’ Wormwood looks confused as he stands in catering beside the ever silent Shimo. Shimo shrugs, and Frank sips at his coffee before he waves a pudgy hand as he scoops up a doughnut. Like most people in W:UK by customs sat down in NPW no one ate the French Crullers.
Donzig liked the French Crullers, even though no one had ever actually seen him eating anything.
‘I get the Glucks think they are big and scary, living in their little shack in the back end of Mudville. But they need to understand that facts are? They can talk all the game they want between eating possums and crawdads, but we are Neon Bushido! We are the most underrated tag team in this entire division! And the Bastards all seven of them and their supporting cast get down on their knees every night, and thank King Charles that they don’t look across the ring and see us!’
Shimo seemed to consider this, then shrugged as he sipped at his ice coffee through a straw under his mask. Wormwood sighed, and he kept peeling on the breakfast from the catering table as he waddled along beside it.
‘The Glucks don’t know who I am? How do they not know the best manager in the entire XHF!’
Shimo paused, and pulled out a note pad to scrabble something before he held it out to Wormwood. Frank adjusted his thick glasses, and frowned before he glared up at Shimo.
‘Graves? MXG? Are you serious? Everyone thinks Graves is so great because he just stands there and translates whatever craziness the Sheik says! Come on, I would have gotten the Sheik at least two more title shots.’
Shimo stared, and then wrote again.
‘I don’t speak arabic? Okay, you don’t speak Japanese!’
Shimo wrote again.
‘Well, no. I guess I don’t either. I also don’t speak whatever that was that motherglucker was saying.’
Shimo groaned, and Frank laughed a bit before he stopped with a shake of his head. He headed for a table, and climbed into the chair. Shimo sat down as well, leaning back with his coffee.
‘Where is Takaru anyway? Training?’
Shimo nodded, and Frank dug into his breakfast with a roll of his eyes.
‘Listen, word on the street is there is a big tag team thing going down next month. So all we have to do is beat the Glucks who by the way deserve it! And we are on the map, come on how many elite tag teams are there around here anyhow? Fairtex? The Dark Stars? ODS? The Glucks? We have to be in the top five, right?’
Shimo shrugged, he didn’t seem worried about win loss. And Frank chewed on a sausage before he waved the fork.
‘The real question is what were the Glucks and Crane up to? I mean it has to be no good right? I bet Crane is trying to get the Glucks to get him some Mississippi girls. He seems like the type who likes big girls, he might even be into being dominated! This Katie Moss thing is just a cover.’
Shimo seemed dubious.
‘He needs to watch out, I have seen Deliverance. This whole thing is like a Hee Haw script, I swear to God. I do appreciate you and Takaru sticking up for me though.’
Shimo grunted, waving a hand as he lifted his ice coffee again. Frank sat down his fork, swallowing the sausage before he adjusted his glasses. He swept his hands across his spiky hair, and then he shrugged.
‘I guess I better send us out on a high note. Carlton, you can sit in your little shack and drink all the Old Granddad and Wild Turkey you want, son. But when you came at Neon Bushido? You fucked up! Takaru Matsui and Shimo are going to send the pair of you back to Hickville, and they will be happy to send either one or both of your city slickers with you! It is time, you learned a lesson about being a bully! And Crane wants you guys to what? Carry your bags? The two of you and Long couldn’t beat the Bastards! Come on.’
Frank shrugged, and finished his coffee.
‘Neon Bushido out.’
Donzig liked the French Crullers, even though no one had ever actually seen him eating anything.
‘I get the Glucks think they are big and scary, living in their little shack in the back end of Mudville. But they need to understand that facts are? They can talk all the game they want between eating possums and crawdads, but we are Neon Bushido! We are the most underrated tag team in this entire division! And the Bastards all seven of them and their supporting cast get down on their knees every night, and thank King Charles that they don’t look across the ring and see us!’
Shimo seemed to consider this, then shrugged as he sipped at his ice coffee through a straw under his mask. Wormwood sighed, and he kept peeling on the breakfast from the catering table as he waddled along beside it.
‘The Glucks don’t know who I am? How do they not know the best manager in the entire XHF!’
Shimo paused, and pulled out a note pad to scrabble something before he held it out to Wormwood. Frank adjusted his thick glasses, and frowned before he glared up at Shimo.
‘Graves? MXG? Are you serious? Everyone thinks Graves is so great because he just stands there and translates whatever craziness the Sheik says! Come on, I would have gotten the Sheik at least two more title shots.’
Shimo stared, and then wrote again.
‘I don’t speak arabic? Okay, you don’t speak Japanese!’
Shimo wrote again.
‘Well, no. I guess I don’t either. I also don’t speak whatever that was that motherglucker was saying.’
Shimo groaned, and Frank laughed a bit before he stopped with a shake of his head. He headed for a table, and climbed into the chair. Shimo sat down as well, leaning back with his coffee.
‘Where is Takaru anyway? Training?’
Shimo nodded, and Frank dug into his breakfast with a roll of his eyes.
‘Listen, word on the street is there is a big tag team thing going down next month. So all we have to do is beat the Glucks who by the way deserve it! And we are on the map, come on how many elite tag teams are there around here anyhow? Fairtex? The Dark Stars? ODS? The Glucks? We have to be in the top five, right?’
Shimo shrugged, he didn’t seem worried about win loss. And Frank chewed on a sausage before he waved the fork.
‘The real question is what were the Glucks and Crane up to? I mean it has to be no good right? I bet Crane is trying to get the Glucks to get him some Mississippi girls. He seems like the type who likes big girls, he might even be into being dominated! This Katie Moss thing is just a cover.’
Shimo seemed dubious.
‘He needs to watch out, I have seen Deliverance. This whole thing is like a Hee Haw script, I swear to God. I do appreciate you and Takaru sticking up for me though.’
Shimo grunted, waving a hand as he lifted his ice coffee again. Frank sat down his fork, swallowing the sausage before he adjusted his glasses. He swept his hands across his spiky hair, and then he shrugged.
‘I guess I better send us out on a high note. Carlton, you can sit in your little shack and drink all the Old Granddad and Wild Turkey you want, son. But when you came at Neon Bushido? You fucked up! Takaru Matsui and Shimo are going to send the pair of you back to Hickville, and they will be happy to send either one or both of your city slickers with you! It is time, you learned a lesson about being a bully! And Crane wants you guys to what? Carry your bags? The two of you and Long couldn’t beat the Bastards! Come on.’
Frank shrugged, and finished his coffee.
‘Neon Bushido out.’
