Rematch/RR

by Topher Mod Mon Apr 18, 2016 9:57 am

Foreign Affairs are in their locker room downing some beers…

Bloody Brit : Well that was bullshit, did you see that useless prick Jackson, pussy was so scared that he had to cheat to win with his feet on the ropes, and he says he’s gonna restore pride to England, My arse.

Miles : Well I would hardly call that a victory, don’t sweat it, you beat his arse like you said you would, he was the one that failed, what’s he done gotten a few cheap wins, big deal, after all his talk saying he’d take out Foreign Affairs….Don’t make me laugh.

Oliver : Plus we all saw you tweet for a rematch after your match, lets see if he accepts.

Bloody Brit : Yea I want to beat his face in some more. So whether it’s at Fusion, Genesis or even on a live event, I don’t really care as long as I get him 1 on 1 again.

Knock knock knock

Oliver : What the hell…. Who is it?

Mac : It’s Mac Thompson..

Foreign Affairs : FUCK OFF YA FAT CUNT

Mac Thompson slides a note under the door and quickly walks away.

Miles : The hell is that, Oliver see what that is mate.

Oliver picks up the note and reads it.

Bloody Brit : What’s it say?

Oliver : Basically it’s from the boss, it says only 1 of us will be in the Royal Rumble and that we must decide who will be entering it. So I say me.

Miles : Fuck of Octopus you aint in it, hell you aint been Foreign Affairs as long as us two. If anything it’s between me and Andrews.

Bloody Brit : Yea but how do we decide who though?

Oliver : Arm wrestle…….. Rock, Paper, Scissors……ummmm short straw.

Miles : Shut up Oliver, see that’s why you shouldn’t talk, you talk shit.

Bloody Brit : Yea,but I got an idea. 1st one to down 5 pints of lager wins the Rumble entry, deal.

Miles : Oh it’s on Andrews.

Oliver places all the pints in front of Miles and Andrews.

Oliver : Ok are ya ready, 5..4..3..2..1 Go.

Miles and Andrews start downing lagers, it’s neck and neck on to the last pint both going for it…we hear one slam followed by another slam of the glass on the table.

Oliver : Oh fuck that was close… But the winner was…………..

Miles : Tell us ya prick.

Oliver : It was Andrews.

Miles : Fuck.

Andrews : A deal is a deal, I won fair and square. So at Absolution i’m officially in the 2018 Royal Rumble, 29 other fuckers will be in a fight of their lives, it’s gonna be like a bar room brawl when I toss all there arses over the top rope to win it.