Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2014 13:01:03 GMT -6
With storms pounding the mid west this spring there is no such thing as a calm cool early summer day in Missouri and today is no different. Yugo finds himself on the drive again and today is seeking shelter for his herd and found it in a form of a old barn that hasn't been used in years. It's sad to see these days but the old family farm is a dying breed. As the last of the cattle make their way into the barn and wait it out for the storm to pass Yugo Phailous sits atop of his trusty stead Pinto Inferno. Yugo adjusts his hat and looks at the dark storm clouds over the horizon.
"There is nothing like a tornado to fuck up your day."
Yugo leans to the one side and spits as he has a lip full of chew. Long leaf old school Skoal chew.
"It blows in, starts a twisting and just tears shit up and it doesn't care what or who is in the way. It's big. It's ugly and boy it has a mean streak in it. People who ran into their storm shelters swear they thought the end of the world was bearing down on them. For the most part those people."
A gust of wind kicks up some dust and blinds Yugo for a second. He holds onto his hat so it doesn't blow away. As fast as it blew in, the gust of wind disappears.
"Those people would be right. In a instant their whole world can be over with."
Yugo snaps his fingers.
"Just like that. Now our opponents in the second round of the tag team tournament would love nothing more than to paint a picture that they are the earth shattering storm blowing into town. Team Apocalypse want you to believe that there is no way you can win when going face to face with the team hell bent on destruction."
Yugo reaches down and pats the side of his horses neck to calm him down.
"Valerie and Danielle think that if they spin some shit from a retarded Edgar Allen Poe and paint a picture of a mysterious background haunted by demons and answers to a higher power that you will shake in your boots. Well boys, take a look. I'm not shaking in my boots and you don't scare me either. Clearly you don't know who you are facing this week. I'm Yugo Phailous. Bringer of death. Slayer of hymens and the future MSW Tag Team Champion. I don't need to listen to some joker like Neforian. I am the master of my own destiny and for the record. I tend to stay out of the places that you 3 seems to troll around in. If you throw the light switch everyone would see that you two meet at the YMCA."
Yugo leans forward and cups the one side of his mouth
"I'm sure you two know all about having fun with the boys."
You can hear the thunder rumbling in the background.
"Last week Porn Star Ron and what's his face learned first hand what it's like to go head to head with the most devastating team to ever form in the MSW. We're the modern day Road Warriors and New Age Outlaws rolled into one. A unstoppable force that the sport as never seen come next week, you two will be added to the list of teams who fell at our feet because you simply weren't good enough to beat us. The power of the Johnnie's can not be stopped, it can not be slowed and you two sure as hell can't contain it. Yugo Phailous is riding tall in the saddle and I am used to driving sheep like you over the cliff for you two are just mindless souls walking towards your doom using up oxygen that could be used for something more useful, like the cattle in that barn right there. When that bell rings, you two will learn first hand why I am Yugo Phailous."
Yugo leans to one side and spits.
"And death is following me."
Fade out
