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Zealot is stood at a crowded bus stop in an unknown city. He is wearing his mask, and his ring attire as he stands crammed between a couple dozen strangers dressed in suits and other casual attire. They all stare at the strange masked old man as he stands there obliviously growling. The large bus rolls up and the people quickly leap up onto the bus platform to escape the weird man. Zealot looks up suddenly snapping his attention to the aparent showing that he would not be able to get on the bus.
Zealot springs over the bus in frantic panic. He has to get to the SIG show in just 3 days time but he is on the other side of the country! He tries pushing past the scared people which only terrifies them even more, making Zealot's struggle even harder. The vicious cycle spins on until Zealot begins to punch men, women and children in the face, knocking them out his way. He lines them up like a game of whack-a-mole. One after the other, dropping like dominos until Zealot is the last one standing.
The bus driver and all passengers stare at the masked man as he stands there catching his breath.
Is... There... Any... Room for- Me... and- my... friends?
Zealot looks up at the bus driver with puppy dog eyes, which causes the driver to slam the bus door shut as he pulls off as fast as he can. Leaving the masked psycho assaulter in the dust. Zealot groans as he slowly steps over the bodies of the fellow passengers, he makes his way back to the bus stop where he takes a seat. He sits there twidling his thumbs before he pulls out a gameboy advanced. He sits there as the small handheld emits an electronic scoring noise. Zealot smiles like a child at christmas as a truck pulls up to the bus stop as it honks its loud horn.
Zealot closes down his gameboy as he walks over to the truck.
Truck? Have you come back for me? After all these years?!
A small fat head pops up into view from the window.
Truck?
The fat headed man then kicks open his cabin door as he climbs out of his huge machine.
The names Fagget. Dick Fagget. You might know me as the RWK European Champion. Or the greatest RWK superstar of all time. Or as the man with the big hog.
Zealot's mough opens in amazement as he stares at Dick's RWK Euro Championship.
Fagget, Dick Fagget. You seem to be naked?
Dick then laughs as he stretches out in the sunlight, fully nude.
Yeah. Nothing worse than driving big ol' bess here with a package full of sweat, know what I mean brother?
Zealot is clearly confused, and simply avoids the strange, naked white man.
You are wrestling champion? I have never heard of this great Fagget Dick Fagget before. Are you martial artist too?
Dick stops stretches and walks up to Zealot putting his sweaty and sticky hand on his shoulder.
Kid. I am an artist at everything. Martials. Painting. Music. Pornography. I do it all. Now enough about me and my huge dong brother. I saw what you did there, you got quite the assest. And trust me, I know a good assest when I see one.
Dick then points down to his dick as Zealot looks back up to see Fagget's big dirty smirk.
Please Fagget Dick Fagget. I need a ride to go to my next show. I have a television championship match in 3 days!
Dick's face drops.
A Tevevision championship? Do you mean you could watch any type of video you could want on it.
Dick then covers his mouth and speaks in a pervy tone.
And I mean, anythinggg?
Zealot shurgs his shoudlers.
I don't know man. But only way to find out is if you take me to SIG arena now!
Dick then climbs back in his truck before he looks back out to Zealot.
Well what are you waiting for? We got to get you to this arena so you can be my champion wingman. Jump in brother.
Zealot runs around to the other side as he opens the door.
Is there room for my friends?
Dick ponders the question with deep thought.
They chicks?
Zealot nods.
Well why didn't you say so. Where are they?
Zealot climbs in and buckles up.
They are right next to us. This is Jim, he is a tree. This is-
The dynamic duo take off in Faggets truck as they make way for No Salvation.
Zealot springs over the bus in frantic panic. He has to get to the SIG show in just 3 days time but he is on the other side of the country! He tries pushing past the scared people which only terrifies them even more, making Zealot's struggle even harder. The vicious cycle spins on until Zealot begins to punch men, women and children in the face, knocking them out his way. He lines them up like a game of whack-a-mole. One after the other, dropping like dominos until Zealot is the last one standing.
The bus driver and all passengers stare at the masked man as he stands there catching his breath.
Is... There... Any... Room for- Me... and- my... friends?
Zealot looks up at the bus driver with puppy dog eyes, which causes the driver to slam the bus door shut as he pulls off as fast as he can. Leaving the masked psycho assaulter in the dust. Zealot groans as he slowly steps over the bodies of the fellow passengers, he makes his way back to the bus stop where he takes a seat. He sits there twidling his thumbs before he pulls out a gameboy advanced. He sits there as the small handheld emits an electronic scoring noise. Zealot smiles like a child at christmas as a truck pulls up to the bus stop as it honks its loud horn.
Zealot closes down his gameboy as he walks over to the truck.
Truck? Have you come back for me? After all these years?!
A small fat head pops up into view from the window.
Truck?
The fat headed man then kicks open his cabin door as he climbs out of his huge machine.
The names Fagget. Dick Fagget. You might know me as the RWK European Champion. Or the greatest RWK superstar of all time. Or as the man with the big hog.
Zealot's mough opens in amazement as he stares at Dick's RWK Euro Championship.
Fagget, Dick Fagget. You seem to be naked?
Dick then laughs as he stretches out in the sunlight, fully nude.
Yeah. Nothing worse than driving big ol' bess here with a package full of sweat, know what I mean brother?
Zealot is clearly confused, and simply avoids the strange, naked white man.
You are wrestling champion? I have never heard of this great Fagget Dick Fagget before. Are you martial artist too?
Dick stops stretches and walks up to Zealot putting his sweaty and sticky hand on his shoulder.
Kid. I am an artist at everything. Martials. Painting. Music. Pornography. I do it all. Now enough about me and my huge dong brother. I saw what you did there, you got quite the assest. And trust me, I know a good assest when I see one.
Dick then points down to his dick as Zealot looks back up to see Fagget's big dirty smirk.
Please Fagget Dick Fagget. I need a ride to go to my next show. I have a television championship match in 3 days!
Dick's face drops.
A Tevevision championship? Do you mean you could watch any type of video you could want on it.
Dick then covers his mouth and speaks in a pervy tone.
And I mean, anythinggg?
Zealot shurgs his shoudlers.
I don't know man. But only way to find out is if you take me to SIG arena now!
Dick then climbs back in his truck before he looks back out to Zealot.
Well what are you waiting for? We got to get you to this arena so you can be my champion wingman. Jump in brother.
Zealot runs around to the other side as he opens the door.
Is there room for my friends?
Dick ponders the question with deep thought.
They chicks?
Zealot nods.
Well why didn't you say so. Where are they?
Zealot climbs in and buckles up.
They are right next to us. This is Jim, he is a tree. This is-
The dynamic duo take off in Faggets truck as they make way for No Salvation.
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