Option A: dont wanna work anymore, ever. just ride bike & smoke rocs. // Option B:
-- LUMP A FEW'A YA, WHUT?
If you wanna know how Joe feels, listen to this. That’s his mother****in’ frame of mind right there! That’s the attitude of a winner, of a champion! Not some galactic-name havin’, butt-hurt *****.
You lost, Nova. You lost. Y’ got sniped, boy. Now beat it! And I mean fer goodz, too!
(FADE-IN: JOE THE PLUMBER at home in Queens, NY, sitting in a shabby recliner, cigarette burns and stank all over it. He casually sips a homebrew, barely acknowledging the camera at first.)
JTP: “Faggots `round `ere wanna shoot these…. these pointless character-building promos… and they put Ol’ Joe to sleep! I don’t do that **** – I get it on with the ****in’ point!
Point: I’m back. I got sick of NFW and went AWOL for a bit. Don’t give a **** what you fans think of me as a result of it, neither. I do what I want, when I want, and if someone tries to tell me otherwise, I punch a hole in their head. Then I use their skull as a bong and SMOKE ME DRUGZ.
**** you, Nova, you broke ***** – broker than Ol’ Joe. Ashy kneed faggot dick guzzling slut FAGGOT. I’ve hated you since beat one and I’ll beat one more cluster of memories out your PRETTY head one more ****in’ time if that’s what it takes, and I fig’r it will!
This ain’t ****in’… Underdog Joe versus the UNBEATABLE SUPERSTAR THAT IS THE RISEN STAR or whateverothergarbageintrobull****yagotstuffedupyourass… This is the UNBEATEN JOE “MAN, MYTH, MONSTER” THE PLUMBER FILTH FIEND GOBLIN versus the busted ass PRIMEate who ain’t been relevant since Ol’ Joe was haulin’ that TV belt around like Linus’ blanket. EASY.
Nawww… I ain’t wavin’ ya off, Nova—on the contrary: I want you in the ring AS SOON AS THE DOCTORS AND THE PISS DETECTIVES WILL GET OFF MY BALLS AND LET
JOE
BE
JOE
Drug addicted but STILL. BETTER. THAN. Y’ALL.
Ha….. ****in’ fools.
The fans are cryin’ on their Internet boards, sayin’ I left them... questioning my work ethic.
I’M A PLUMBER, REMEMBER? I *DIDN’T* QUIT MY DAY JOB!
But Ol’ Joe still hasn’t been pinned or submitted in his career.”
(JOE picks a piece of lint from the arm of the recliner. It gets stuck on some grime on his fingertips but he eventually frees it and flicks it aside nonchalantly.)
JTP: “So now I’m back… 15 additional pounds of Burger King induced chub hanging off my chronic pain riddled body… no big thing, but I just want everyone to know: best shape of my life or not, I’m BACK to SCRAP. I’m like Mario… eating mushrooms, shooting fire, skeeting ice… or maybe I’m more like Bowser… I do like rapin’ chicks in sundresses…
**** IT—I’M EVERYTHING! THIS WHOLE PLACE CAME TO A SKIDDING HALT WHEN REALIZATION KICKED IN THAT I WASN’T GONNA LOSE AND EVERYONE WAS GONNA HAVE TO FEAST ON MY SCRAPS OR THAT MAKEBELIEVE HA-HA-HA-OHHHH-GIVE-IT-TO-THE-AUTISTIC-CHILD BELT THAT REPRESENTS THIS CONTINENT!
ROOK—I KNOW ASPERGER’S WHEN I SEEZ IT, AND BOY, YOU GOT THE ASPERGER’S! SO LET US LEARNING DISABLED MOUTHBREATHERS TEAM UP AND THROW FECES AT THE GAYS!”
(JOE smiles… then waves off the idea.)
JTP: “Orrrr…. I could stick pins in my nuts and wiggle ‘m around like some sick ****! BOTH VIABLE OPTIONS!
I’m gonna save the good TALK for when I get me an opponent, which brings me to the point of this whole thing…
I wanna HURT ONE’A YOU ****S! I WANNA HURT YOU SO BAD!
NOVA—IF YOU’VE GOT THE BALLS, STEP UP AND FIGHT THE MAN THAT’S BEATEN YOU TWICE ALREADY.
STEVENS—IF YOU DON’T POP A BONER, I’LL FIGHT YA, TOO.
DAN ADLER ??? – WHATEVER YOUR STUPID BAKED BEANS NAME IS… I’LL BLOW UP THE SPOT WHERE YOU AND YOUR OL’ LADY PARK YOUR RV… I’ll muddy up my boots and trrrrrrruddddgggeeee around that ****in’ waste o’ money. Thing’s worth more than my whole house… ****in’ OFFENSIVE to Joe!
Continuing on:
CASTOR
V
STRIFE—UGGGGHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Waddup, babyboi.
CAMERON—hahahahaha… no…. just no, okay? You’re D-level. And though I live an F-level life with all the skuzbag trimmins’, in the ring I’m A+… or DD… whatever’s better. Whatever the ****in’ metric is. I don’t care.
Someone come at the king.
C’mon!
UUUUUGGGHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!”
(FTB)
-- LUMP A FEW'A YA, WHUT?
If you wanna know how Joe feels, listen to this. That’s his mother****in’ frame of mind right there! That’s the attitude of a winner, of a champion! Not some galactic-name havin’, butt-hurt *****.
You lost, Nova. You lost. Y’ got sniped, boy. Now beat it! And I mean fer goodz, too!
(FADE-IN: JOE THE PLUMBER at home in Queens, NY, sitting in a shabby recliner, cigarette burns and stank all over it. He casually sips a homebrew, barely acknowledging the camera at first.)
JTP: “Faggots `round `ere wanna shoot these…. these pointless character-building promos… and they put Ol’ Joe to sleep! I don’t do that **** – I get it on with the ****in’ point!
Point: I’m back. I got sick of NFW and went AWOL for a bit. Don’t give a **** what you fans think of me as a result of it, neither. I do what I want, when I want, and if someone tries to tell me otherwise, I punch a hole in their head. Then I use their skull as a bong and SMOKE ME DRUGZ.
**** you, Nova, you broke ***** – broker than Ol’ Joe. Ashy kneed faggot dick guzzling slut FAGGOT. I’ve hated you since beat one and I’ll beat one more cluster of memories out your PRETTY head one more ****in’ time if that’s what it takes, and I fig’r it will!
This ain’t ****in’… Underdog Joe versus the UNBEATABLE SUPERSTAR THAT IS THE RISEN STAR or whateverothergarbageintrobull****yagotstuffedupyourass… This is the UNBEATEN JOE “MAN, MYTH, MONSTER” THE PLUMBER FILTH FIEND GOBLIN versus the busted ass PRIMEate who ain’t been relevant since Ol’ Joe was haulin’ that TV belt around like Linus’ blanket. EASY.
Nawww… I ain’t wavin’ ya off, Nova—on the contrary: I want you in the ring AS SOON AS THE DOCTORS AND THE PISS DETECTIVES WILL GET OFF MY BALLS AND LET
JOE
BE
JOE
Drug addicted but STILL. BETTER. THAN. Y’ALL.
Ha….. ****in’ fools.
The fans are cryin’ on their Internet boards, sayin’ I left them... questioning my work ethic.
I’M A PLUMBER, REMEMBER? I *DIDN’T* QUIT MY DAY JOB!
But Ol’ Joe still hasn’t been pinned or submitted in his career.”
(JOE picks a piece of lint from the arm of the recliner. It gets stuck on some grime on his fingertips but he eventually frees it and flicks it aside nonchalantly.)
JTP: “So now I’m back… 15 additional pounds of Burger King induced chub hanging off my chronic pain riddled body… no big thing, but I just want everyone to know: best shape of my life or not, I’m BACK to SCRAP. I’m like Mario… eating mushrooms, shooting fire, skeeting ice… or maybe I’m more like Bowser… I do like rapin’ chicks in sundresses…
**** IT—I’M EVERYTHING! THIS WHOLE PLACE CAME TO A SKIDDING HALT WHEN REALIZATION KICKED IN THAT I WASN’T GONNA LOSE AND EVERYONE WAS GONNA HAVE TO FEAST ON MY SCRAPS OR THAT MAKEBELIEVE HA-HA-HA-OHHHH-GIVE-IT-TO-THE-AUTISTIC-CHILD BELT THAT REPRESENTS THIS CONTINENT!
ROOK—I KNOW ASPERGER’S WHEN I SEEZ IT, AND BOY, YOU GOT THE ASPERGER’S! SO LET US LEARNING DISABLED MOUTHBREATHERS TEAM UP AND THROW FECES AT THE GAYS!”
(JOE smiles… then waves off the idea.)
JTP: “Orrrr…. I could stick pins in my nuts and wiggle ‘m around like some sick ****! BOTH VIABLE OPTIONS!
I’m gonna save the good TALK for when I get me an opponent, which brings me to the point of this whole thing…
I wanna HURT ONE’A YOU ****S! I WANNA HURT YOU SO BAD!
NOVA—IF YOU’VE GOT THE BALLS, STEP UP AND FIGHT THE MAN THAT’S BEATEN YOU TWICE ALREADY.
STEVENS—IF YOU DON’T POP A BONER, I’LL FIGHT YA, TOO.
DAN ADLER ??? – WHATEVER YOUR STUPID BAKED BEANS NAME IS… I’LL BLOW UP THE SPOT WHERE YOU AND YOUR OL’ LADY PARK YOUR RV… I’ll muddy up my boots and trrrrrrruddddgggeeee around that ****in’ waste o’ money. Thing’s worth more than my whole house… ****in’ OFFENSIVE to Joe!
Continuing on:
CASTOR
V
STRIFE—UGGGGHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Waddup, babyboi.
CAMERON—hahahahaha… no…. just no, okay? You’re D-level. And though I live an F-level life with all the skuzbag trimmins’, in the ring I’m A+… or DD… whatever’s better. Whatever the ****in’ metric is. I don’t care.
Someone come at the king.
C’mon!
UUUUUGGGHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!”
(FTB)
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