Post by Johnny "True Brit" Brown on Oct 2, 2011 15:45:06 GMT -4
Eff It!
No matter who you are or where your from when you hear the siren and see the lights you think the same thing. Johnny Brown’s (that’s me) vocabulary is a little more colourful than most but even I can suppress it. Given the recent riots in me homeland and the long history of cops doing a ‘King’ in the U.S. I guess I better not test if cops worldwide are all the same; so I stay on me bike and keeps me hands away from the throttle.
I’m sure someone can recognise the language the intrepid law enforcer is muttering but I can’t even if I wanted. Everyone should learn English by law. He holds his gun like I should be scared, lanky streak of piss, typical eastern European, tall dark hair, looks like he keeps his victims in his basement before he buries them in his turnip field.
It’s a good thing you stopped me officer because I want to report a crime…
ką
Surprise he can’t speak the Queen’s. Bet he’d understand if I offered him some kind of benefit.
I woz robbed!
No need to dress it up, he may as well be a deaf mute for the conversation I’m gonna get.
ką… tu atėjai į mano šalį ir nutraukti įstatymų [/font]
Nope not a word.
At the last Asylum I was robbed of a victory, not just a bog-standard run of the mill victory, one that should have earned me a slot in the Extreme Elimination chamber and the kudos I deserve.
Rico quit, I heard him, but the ref missed it. I broke the hold then boom I get pinned 1-2-3.
Even the three fingers I hold up don’t seem to register, so I drop one offering him a simple V. First mistake he puts a hand on me, ok I’ll play. Bike on the kickstand and were stood at the side of a road in the middle of F-knows. The APW Tap-Out champion and a cop, who given his homeland is like a rapist and murderer, most of ‘em are.
Aš negaliu kalbėti anglų asile [/font]
It’s worse than the Mayweather?? Bull.!
Defend yerself at all times? Feckin’ refs!
I’m gonna make it me mission to make sure APW’s refs do there jobs properly. I’m gonna watch each an’ every match an’ if one of ‘em messes up I’m gonna make things right, even if I need to don the black an’ whites meself.
No need to get animated Frankenstein, I was just trying to demonstrate boxing with me shadow boxing, Jesus he thicker than the American cops.
]Do ya even understand what I’m saying fuckstick?
Put ya gun down before I-
*crack* When forehead meets nose there can only be one winner. Dirty fighting? I don’t think so; no-one fights like in the old movies, throw down ya jacket an’ roll up yer sleeves. Screw that.
I told ya, I’m pissed off as it is… last week I was screwed and now…
*boot* A nice hollow thud, that caught his chest, no popping of ribs yet, shame.
I get bumped down the card and have to face one of the San Diego Seagulls; in a nothing match! Charlie Scripps?? Sound in the ring, or so the reports say; I actually wanna wrestle him, in a way. He’s thought of as one of the most skilled competitors in APW, an’ when I run rings around him what’ll that make me?
That place…
*boot* There goes the rib, that gets me off, the sound, the feeling as yer feel the bones break. How ever many root vegetables they paying this moron; it ain’t enough.
…doesn’t deserve me… I’m the hottest act they’ve had in years… unlike all the others who politic and kiss ass to get title shots I fought me way to the Tap-Out title… then what happened…
*stomp* Yep a broken jaw joins his long list of injuries, that’ll learn him for not speaking a proper language.
They gave me a non-title match with Casteel, who had to up his game to keep up with me, even if he won’t admit it.
He’s lucky he got the bullshit decision, sitting back trying to let me punch meself out so he can pick me apart… it’s an old tactic that those that are too scared to push themselves follow. Last week Rico showed me that he rates me; he showed me that he knows I have the balls to look him in the eye an’ spit in his face.
*punt* Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooallllll excuse me if I don’t pull me shirt over me head an’ slide across the gravel on me knees. I never did get the game, I always thought most footie fans we’re a little weird. Then I met Mike Morrison and KNEW all footie fans are wired.
At the next Asylum in the homeland of take-aways and flower firing tanks I paint the Asiaworld Arena red with Scripps’ blood, if he bird wants ta stick her beak in I’ll happily shut her yap.
No bit of skirt is gonna get in me way. Don’t this lot watch Eastenders? In England a man's home is his castle, just like in APW the ring is me castle, an’ no two-bit crumpet is gonna stop me from smacking the piss outta her man.
I never happened in a single Ale House an’ there is no way its gonna start now.
Seagulls are just feckin’ scavengers that hang around Skeggy pier steeling doughnuts an’ ice creams from tourists, they have virtually become domesticated, they’ve brave little bastards who land on yer lap for a bite ta eat; but are too stupid to do much else. Charlie will be just like a damn gull and I’ll grab him by the neck and snap it!
I’ll pull out every god damn feather til he’s as bald as a saggy old man’s ballbag. I didn’t join APW to make friends
*groan* Holy crap he’s trying ta get up. I wonder if kicking Charlie's ass will be this hard. I’ve nearly broken a sweat.
*kick* do yerself a favour an' stay down. I hope Scripps learns from this. His promising career could get cut short.
I’ve never had friends just people that I didn’t want to beat up yet. Everyone is a target ta me. Even Havok; who took out Kash, is just someone who got a stay of execution, just like everyone else he wanted to stay on me good side, well as you just found out pig, I don’t have a good side!
Ask that dumb bitch Joanie stuck back home, she ain’t gonna get in me way as I shag me way across the globe. Her job is ta wash me smalls and swallow me meat sword, my job is ta kick the crap outta anyone Reggie puts in me way.
I don’t care if its ‘now ya see me now ya don’t’ Manhattan White, double loser Knoxville, Cap’n Catchphrase Cyrus, that midget Harvey or any of the newbies who have heard the uproar I’ve made an’ flocked to APW to ride the media tsunami I created.
None of them are gonna get to the big belts before me, me sponsors have promised me big bonuses if I bag more gold. An’ its there’s two things I like it’s cash and kicking arse.
Ummmm I think I’ve demonstrated that quite handily… Shit I hope he ain't dead.
*groan* Thanks God fer that, I don't think me sponsors could buy me outta a murder charge. I can see that sweaty solicitor now. He must hate me.
Guess not, must be all the generations of incest and background radiation that’s built them strong around here.
JUST REMEMBER IVAN STAY AWAY FROM UK OR YOU GET MORE LIKE THIS! TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
A thick wad of bloody spit lands on me face as I lean down to scream at me newest punch bag. Big mistake. Taz (Looney tunes not orange midget) would be proud as I lose it big time. Crap I look like a real loon stamping and kicking, damn I’m even spitting like Taz.
Finally I get me head together, I take a moment to wipe sweat from me brow, kicking the crap out of an anonymous police official off a dirt road in the middle of nowhere really breaks a sweat.
All of this is APW's fault. They've messed me around, they've let the boys in the back call the shots. Right about now they're lucky I have a busy week cos I have a lot ta say but no time ta say it.
At Asylum I’ll have to fall back on an oft overused adage an' do me talking in the ring.
Perspiration mopped up he pulls his helmet on, then zooms off leaving a trial of dust in his wake.
No matter who you are or where your from when you hear the siren and see the lights you think the same thing. Johnny Brown’s (that’s me) vocabulary is a little more colourful than most but even I can suppress it. Given the recent riots in me homeland and the long history of cops doing a ‘King’ in the U.S. I guess I better not test if cops worldwide are all the same; so I stay on me bike and keeps me hands away from the throttle.
I’m sure someone can recognise the language the intrepid law enforcer is muttering but I can’t even if I wanted. Everyone should learn English by law. He holds his gun like I should be scared, lanky streak of piss, typical eastern European, tall dark hair, looks like he keeps his victims in his basement before he buries them in his turnip field.
It’s a good thing you stopped me officer because I want to report a crime…
ką
Surprise he can’t speak the Queen’s. Bet he’d understand if I offered him some kind of benefit.
I woz robbed!
No need to dress it up, he may as well be a deaf mute for the conversation I’m gonna get.
ką… tu atėjai į mano šalį ir nutraukti įstatymų [/font]
Nope not a word.
At the last Asylum I was robbed of a victory, not just a bog-standard run of the mill victory, one that should have earned me a slot in the Extreme Elimination chamber and the kudos I deserve.
Rico quit, I heard him, but the ref missed it. I broke the hold then boom I get pinned 1-2-3.
Even the three fingers I hold up don’t seem to register, so I drop one offering him a simple V. First mistake he puts a hand on me, ok I’ll play. Bike on the kickstand and were stood at the side of a road in the middle of F-knows. The APW Tap-Out champion and a cop, who given his homeland is like a rapist and murderer, most of ‘em are.
Aš negaliu kalbėti anglų asile [/font]
It’s worse than the Mayweather?? Bull.!
Defend yerself at all times? Feckin’ refs!
I’m gonna make it me mission to make sure APW’s refs do there jobs properly. I’m gonna watch each an’ every match an’ if one of ‘em messes up I’m gonna make things right, even if I need to don the black an’ whites meself.
No need to get animated Frankenstein, I was just trying to demonstrate boxing with me shadow boxing, Jesus he thicker than the American cops.
]Do ya even understand what I’m saying fuckstick?
Put ya gun down before I-
*crack* When forehead meets nose there can only be one winner. Dirty fighting? I don’t think so; no-one fights like in the old movies, throw down ya jacket an’ roll up yer sleeves. Screw that.
I told ya, I’m pissed off as it is… last week I was screwed and now…
*boot* A nice hollow thud, that caught his chest, no popping of ribs yet, shame.
I get bumped down the card and have to face one of the San Diego Seagulls; in a nothing match! Charlie Scripps?? Sound in the ring, or so the reports say; I actually wanna wrestle him, in a way. He’s thought of as one of the most skilled competitors in APW, an’ when I run rings around him what’ll that make me?
That place…
*boot* There goes the rib, that gets me off, the sound, the feeling as yer feel the bones break. How ever many root vegetables they paying this moron; it ain’t enough.
…doesn’t deserve me… I’m the hottest act they’ve had in years… unlike all the others who politic and kiss ass to get title shots I fought me way to the Tap-Out title… then what happened…
*stomp* Yep a broken jaw joins his long list of injuries, that’ll learn him for not speaking a proper language.
They gave me a non-title match with Casteel, who had to up his game to keep up with me, even if he won’t admit it.
He’s lucky he got the bullshit decision, sitting back trying to let me punch meself out so he can pick me apart… it’s an old tactic that those that are too scared to push themselves follow. Last week Rico showed me that he rates me; he showed me that he knows I have the balls to look him in the eye an’ spit in his face.
*punt* Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooallllll excuse me if I don’t pull me shirt over me head an’ slide across the gravel on me knees. I never did get the game, I always thought most footie fans we’re a little weird. Then I met Mike Morrison and KNEW all footie fans are wired.
At the next Asylum in the homeland of take-aways and flower firing tanks I paint the Asiaworld Arena red with Scripps’ blood, if he bird wants ta stick her beak in I’ll happily shut her yap.
No bit of skirt is gonna get in me way. Don’t this lot watch Eastenders? In England a man's home is his castle, just like in APW the ring is me castle, an’ no two-bit crumpet is gonna stop me from smacking the piss outta her man.
I never happened in a single Ale House an’ there is no way its gonna start now.
Seagulls are just feckin’ scavengers that hang around Skeggy pier steeling doughnuts an’ ice creams from tourists, they have virtually become domesticated, they’ve brave little bastards who land on yer lap for a bite ta eat; but are too stupid to do much else. Charlie will be just like a damn gull and I’ll grab him by the neck and snap it!
I’ll pull out every god damn feather til he’s as bald as a saggy old man’s ballbag. I didn’t join APW to make friends
*groan* Holy crap he’s trying ta get up. I wonder if kicking Charlie's ass will be this hard. I’ve nearly broken a sweat.
*kick* do yerself a favour an' stay down. I hope Scripps learns from this. His promising career could get cut short.
I’ve never had friends just people that I didn’t want to beat up yet. Everyone is a target ta me. Even Havok; who took out Kash, is just someone who got a stay of execution, just like everyone else he wanted to stay on me good side, well as you just found out pig, I don’t have a good side!
Ask that dumb bitch Joanie stuck back home, she ain’t gonna get in me way as I shag me way across the globe. Her job is ta wash me smalls and swallow me meat sword, my job is ta kick the crap outta anyone Reggie puts in me way.
I don’t care if its ‘now ya see me now ya don’t’ Manhattan White, double loser Knoxville, Cap’n Catchphrase Cyrus, that midget Harvey or any of the newbies who have heard the uproar I’ve made an’ flocked to APW to ride the media tsunami I created.
None of them are gonna get to the big belts before me, me sponsors have promised me big bonuses if I bag more gold. An’ its there’s two things I like it’s cash and kicking arse.
Ummmm I think I’ve demonstrated that quite handily… Shit I hope he ain't dead.
*groan* Thanks God fer that, I don't think me sponsors could buy me outta a murder charge. I can see that sweaty solicitor now. He must hate me.
Guess not, must be all the generations of incest and background radiation that’s built them strong around here.
JUST REMEMBER IVAN STAY AWAY FROM UK OR YOU GET MORE LIKE THIS! TELL YOUR FRIENDS!
A thick wad of bloody spit lands on me face as I lean down to scream at me newest punch bag. Big mistake. Taz (Looney tunes not orange midget) would be proud as I lose it big time. Crap I look like a real loon stamping and kicking, damn I’m even spitting like Taz.
Finally I get me head together, I take a moment to wipe sweat from me brow, kicking the crap out of an anonymous police official off a dirt road in the middle of nowhere really breaks a sweat.
All of this is APW's fault. They've messed me around, they've let the boys in the back call the shots. Right about now they're lucky I have a busy week cos I have a lot ta say but no time ta say it.
At Asylum I’ll have to fall back on an oft overused adage an' do me talking in the ring.
Perspiration mopped up he pulls his helmet on, then zooms off leaving a trial of dust in his wake.
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