Post by Cross Recoba on Oct 13, 2024 9:38:54 GMT -5
Dave: C’mon, Jane! No one wants to see a load of toffs racing around the seas in a boat! They look like wankers anyway! The clothes just make them look more like dickheads than they are and who the fuck wants the America’s Cup on? Put the cricket back on!”
Dave paused from his tirade to take a drink from his Madri, the Spanish-marketed beer brewed in North Yorkshire. Jane, to her credit, pointed the remote at the television and changed it back to the Cricket.
Dave: Thank you, now if you can do something about the tosser in the corner filming a TikTok or whatever - I’ll buy you a drink myself!
The tosser in the corner looked around and glared towards the barfly before sharply turning his attention back to matters.
AJ Shankz: Wasteman! I come from these ends, I rep these ends everytime I step in the ring and what does man get? That I’m about to do some M to the B ting like some nitty. It’s bare bait, fam that I’m not some influencer joker! Fuck it, lets do this…
AJ Shankz turns on the barstool to the camera and we see him decked out in a Supreme hoodie, a black bali mask pulled down to his chin so he can speak. He raised his glass of Henny and coke up as alights from the seat.
AJ Shankz: Listen up, yeah? Wrestle: UK, I’m coming for you, bruv! That’s right. Now, you might not know me but that’s calm, I’m going to make sure that by the time we’re over the water, just a few miles from this very spot at the O2, you’ll know exactly who I am and what I can do!.
Shankz lifts his chin up sharply to throw the hood from his head, a swagger developing in his step.
AJ Shankz: Maybe you saw me in DTF when I took the million P’s back to my yard? Maybe you saw me and Austin Kade, the only two people from that company to go on and do something after, capture the Double Down Tag Championships in SCCW from Price and Spike Kane? Fuck, maybe you saw us take down The Sanctuary at last week’s Ignition? Fact remains that if you don’t know who I am, you’re about to see something rude, bruv. About to see man do Big Man Tings!
The camera backs out of the pub, showing a pub sign - ‘THE GEORGE’. AJ bowls out of the door, shoulder-checking a couple of kids blazing up a Moroccan woodbine. Whatever they shout at him as they fade out is lost to time immemorial.
AJ Shankz: That’s why I’m here, bruv, because while The Bullets are still tag-team champions in Sin City, pagans keep chatting shit that it’s Austin carrying the team! I read somewhere that I’m the Jannetty and man don’t know what that means but I get context, you get me?
The camera's peripheral shows the urban deprivation of Glengall Grove, a street forgotten since the shinier district called Canary Wharf took focus away from the Isle of Dogs.
AJ Shankz: I looked out at the Network, talked to my man - Marco di Fiore and we saw only one place we could go outside of SCCW to make my name loud and that was here. Now, he put his big brain on and worked out that if we signed here we’d take up the actual British members to like twelve percent of the roster. That’s mad, fam! You got these fans gassing to go see live wrestling and what do we have? A load of Yank wastemen! It’s peak, man!
The camera crew, invoking their inner Ken Loach or Panorama, frame the last line with a shot that includes a background of multicultural London.
AJ Shankz: Bless up, Mr Blood, though. He saw what we did in DTF, he saw what we’re doing in Sin City and he told me he’d give me mad bread if I lived up to the potential he saw and, cuz, I’m about to start getting those P’s in Wrestle: UK.
We come to a stop under a bridge for the DLR train line.
AJ Shankz: You look at that card for the Battle of Britain and you tell me that doesn’t say that AJ Shankz is bigger than the Terrordome, bigger than the Xtreme Championship, and bigger than Wesley Crane? Fans be haters but AJ Shankz makes it a British double-header at the top of the card. Me, Bloodied Fox and thousands of British fans in the O2. Makes you wonder how the likes of Lord Dominicus or Psychotic Goth are even gonna comprehend the madness ahead of them!
Shankz shakes his head.
AJ Shankz: That’s right, Goth. I see you, with your head tosses and your Beetlejuice from the Benefit Centre looks. When I was a yoot I watched you in SWAT and I could say it was an honour to make my debut against you but that’d be parring you off, fam. You’ve been here since the start, a veteran and yet you still only got twenty-nine days with the Two Kingdom Championship….Jheez! Declan’s old man got more than that on remand this year and all he did was post something on social media, bruv!
AJ Shankz: You think you’re from the depths of hell? Go ask any man on these streets what hell is like, go ask them what it’s like to have to grind just to get the money on the table to live. Then see what they think about your shit. You’re stuck in a rut, pussio! Man went to Japan, man went across the world to get better and you? You just sit in Wrestle: UK cashing a cheque you don’t deserve! My man Stormzy probably said it better than me - ho ahead, Goth - man wants to talk shit about me? Shut up!
Shankz kisses his teeth as he lifts his head and the scene fades.
Dave paused from his tirade to take a drink from his Madri, the Spanish-marketed beer brewed in North Yorkshire. Jane, to her credit, pointed the remote at the television and changed it back to the Cricket.
Dave: Thank you, now if you can do something about the tosser in the corner filming a TikTok or whatever - I’ll buy you a drink myself!
The tosser in the corner looked around and glared towards the barfly before sharply turning his attention back to matters.
AJ Shankz: Wasteman! I come from these ends, I rep these ends everytime I step in the ring and what does man get? That I’m about to do some M to the B ting like some nitty. It’s bare bait, fam that I’m not some influencer joker! Fuck it, lets do this…
AJ Shankz turns on the barstool to the camera and we see him decked out in a Supreme hoodie, a black bali mask pulled down to his chin so he can speak. He raised his glass of Henny and coke up as alights from the seat.
AJ Shankz: Listen up, yeah? Wrestle: UK, I’m coming for you, bruv! That’s right. Now, you might not know me but that’s calm, I’m going to make sure that by the time we’re over the water, just a few miles from this very spot at the O2, you’ll know exactly who I am and what I can do!.
Shankz lifts his chin up sharply to throw the hood from his head, a swagger developing in his step.
AJ Shankz: Maybe you saw me in DTF when I took the million P’s back to my yard? Maybe you saw me and Austin Kade, the only two people from that company to go on and do something after, capture the Double Down Tag Championships in SCCW from Price and Spike Kane? Fuck, maybe you saw us take down The Sanctuary at last week’s Ignition? Fact remains that if you don’t know who I am, you’re about to see something rude, bruv. About to see man do Big Man Tings!
The camera backs out of the pub, showing a pub sign - ‘THE GEORGE’. AJ bowls out of the door, shoulder-checking a couple of kids blazing up a Moroccan woodbine. Whatever they shout at him as they fade out is lost to time immemorial.
AJ Shankz: That’s why I’m here, bruv, because while The Bullets are still tag-team champions in Sin City, pagans keep chatting shit that it’s Austin carrying the team! I read somewhere that I’m the Jannetty and man don’t know what that means but I get context, you get me?
The camera's peripheral shows the urban deprivation of Glengall Grove, a street forgotten since the shinier district called Canary Wharf took focus away from the Isle of Dogs.
AJ Shankz: I looked out at the Network, talked to my man - Marco di Fiore and we saw only one place we could go outside of SCCW to make my name loud and that was here. Now, he put his big brain on and worked out that if we signed here we’d take up the actual British members to like twelve percent of the roster. That’s mad, fam! You got these fans gassing to go see live wrestling and what do we have? A load of Yank wastemen! It’s peak, man!
The camera crew, invoking their inner Ken Loach or Panorama, frame the last line with a shot that includes a background of multicultural London.
AJ Shankz: Bless up, Mr Blood, though. He saw what we did in DTF, he saw what we’re doing in Sin City and he told me he’d give me mad bread if I lived up to the potential he saw and, cuz, I’m about to start getting those P’s in Wrestle: UK.
We come to a stop under a bridge for the DLR train line.
AJ Shankz: You look at that card for the Battle of Britain and you tell me that doesn’t say that AJ Shankz is bigger than the Terrordome, bigger than the Xtreme Championship, and bigger than Wesley Crane? Fans be haters but AJ Shankz makes it a British double-header at the top of the card. Me, Bloodied Fox and thousands of British fans in the O2. Makes you wonder how the likes of Lord Dominicus or Psychotic Goth are even gonna comprehend the madness ahead of them!
Shankz shakes his head.
AJ Shankz: That’s right, Goth. I see you, with your head tosses and your Beetlejuice from the Benefit Centre looks. When I was a yoot I watched you in SWAT and I could say it was an honour to make my debut against you but that’d be parring you off, fam. You’ve been here since the start, a veteran and yet you still only got twenty-nine days with the Two Kingdom Championship….Jheez! Declan’s old man got more than that on remand this year and all he did was post something on social media, bruv!
AJ Shankz: You think you’re from the depths of hell? Go ask any man on these streets what hell is like, go ask them what it’s like to have to grind just to get the money on the table to live. Then see what they think about your shit. You’re stuck in a rut, pussio! Man went to Japan, man went across the world to get better and you? You just sit in Wrestle: UK cashing a cheque you don’t deserve! My man Stormzy probably said it better than me - ho ahead, Goth - man wants to talk shit about me? Shut up!
Shankz kisses his teeth as he lifts his head and the scene fades.
