Post by Southern Militia on Oct 14, 2018 21:17:40 GMT
Black and white static feed…
A “Don't tread on me” flag comes into view along with the bright yellow color that screams for attention from all those who are watching. Two men dressed in black and white military fatigues with matching camo bandanas over their mouths, walks into frame with the flag in the backdrop. Wes Stevens and TJ Wilson both look extra riled up today, more than usual…
(Wes)
Hello New Blood Thirsty, we are your tag champions and the perpetual thorns in the side of that chinaman, Jubei…
(TJ)
Yeah! Because no proud southerner would be caught dead call the likes of him Master!
(Wes)
Damn straight and after that bull he tried to pull last week where I was in a outnumbered handicap match against his goons and that jackalope Onslaught?! Nah, we Militia Men don't play that game! We are on a mission even greater than ourselves…
(TJ)
We are on a mission from God!
Wes rolls his eyes and pats TJ on the back.
(Wes)
Well not that far up… But we are on a mission to take back what was once a proud American product… Grinds my gears just thinking of all the jobs our country loses to overseas jackwagons who can do the job for less because they throw children in sweatshops…
(TJ)
Tell em about it!
(Wes)
I'm not gonna stand here and show my bleeding heart, but nobody in America besides big dollar tycoons want to see our people be drained of their livelihoods! You think for one second that Jubei cares whether any of the NBW originals have a living to make? He all but gutted the Bum Fight Division!
(TJ)
Pssh, paint rust any color… Ronin or Bums, we all know what they are…
(Wes)
Jubei and the rest of his yella belly friends are gonna make everyone believe they're doing what is best for New Blood, but all they're doing is yellow washing a once proud American company! He even butchered the name of the company!
(TJ)
What the hell is a puroresu??? Sounds like some made up gibberish to me!
(Wes)
What sets me off more than anything this week, is the fact that Jubei is throwing Bryce Albright to us as if we are some kind of weapon for him to use at his disposal!
TJ smacks Wes in the arm.
(TJ)
Well partner, Jubei knows we won't, not SHOW up.
(Wes)
Albright is The New Blood Champion, but he's far from being New Blood… He's the type of guy who craves that gold so much that he'd play along to the whim of a mad man who calls himself The Master just to get ahead. He's a disgrace to the company we are trying to bring back and he's a disgrace to the title he carries on his shoulder… But he isn't a man who needs an example made of him…
(TJ)
Even if he's waving a Jubei flag?
(Wes)
Well, in that case we'd obviously make an exception… because its real simple… if you want what is best for New Blood WRESTLING, then you best be siding with The Southern Militia!
TJ fakes a tear.
(TJ)
If your daddy could see you right now… God, if you ain't your father's son right there delivering a message that is going to be stomped into every idjit on that roster who stands against us! Damn powerful shit, son!
Wes and TJ put their bandanas back up and point finger pistols at the camera. As they “blast” it, the feed goes back to static.
A “Don't tread on me” flag comes into view along with the bright yellow color that screams for attention from all those who are watching. Two men dressed in black and white military fatigues with matching camo bandanas over their mouths, walks into frame with the flag in the backdrop. Wes Stevens and TJ Wilson both look extra riled up today, more than usual…
(Wes)
Hello New Blood Thirsty, we are your tag champions and the perpetual thorns in the side of that chinaman, Jubei…
(TJ)
Yeah! Because no proud southerner would be caught dead call the likes of him Master!
(Wes)
Damn straight and after that bull he tried to pull last week where I was in a outnumbered handicap match against his goons and that jackalope Onslaught?! Nah, we Militia Men don't play that game! We are on a mission even greater than ourselves…
(TJ)
We are on a mission from God!
Wes rolls his eyes and pats TJ on the back.
(Wes)
Well not that far up… But we are on a mission to take back what was once a proud American product… Grinds my gears just thinking of all the jobs our country loses to overseas jackwagons who can do the job for less because they throw children in sweatshops…
(TJ)
Tell em about it!
(Wes)
I'm not gonna stand here and show my bleeding heart, but nobody in America besides big dollar tycoons want to see our people be drained of their livelihoods! You think for one second that Jubei cares whether any of the NBW originals have a living to make? He all but gutted the Bum Fight Division!
(TJ)
Pssh, paint rust any color… Ronin or Bums, we all know what they are…
(Wes)
Jubei and the rest of his yella belly friends are gonna make everyone believe they're doing what is best for New Blood, but all they're doing is yellow washing a once proud American company! He even butchered the name of the company!
(TJ)
What the hell is a puroresu??? Sounds like some made up gibberish to me!
(Wes)
What sets me off more than anything this week, is the fact that Jubei is throwing Bryce Albright to us as if we are some kind of weapon for him to use at his disposal!
TJ smacks Wes in the arm.
(TJ)
Well partner, Jubei knows we won't, not SHOW up.
(Wes)
Albright is The New Blood Champion, but he's far from being New Blood… He's the type of guy who craves that gold so much that he'd play along to the whim of a mad man who calls himself The Master just to get ahead. He's a disgrace to the company we are trying to bring back and he's a disgrace to the title he carries on his shoulder… But he isn't a man who needs an example made of him…
(TJ)
Even if he's waving a Jubei flag?
(Wes)
Well, in that case we'd obviously make an exception… because its real simple… if you want what is best for New Blood WRESTLING, then you best be siding with The Southern Militia!
TJ fakes a tear.
(TJ)
If your daddy could see you right now… God, if you ain't your father's son right there delivering a message that is going to be stomped into every idjit on that roster who stands against us! Damn powerful shit, son!
Wes and TJ put their bandanas back up and point finger pistols at the camera. As they “blast” it, the feed goes back to static.