Post by GameWizard on Mar 6, 2006 1:22:26 GMT -5
"He's a fuckin' bloomin' idiot, yeah."
The crowd had popped into a screaming frenzy. Some loved him out there. Many more despised him. Why? Because he was Johnny Biddle, the British sonofabitch who stood up to their hero. He's the one who went toe-to-toe with Travis King on his very first Lords of Chaos television appearance. Not a small feet by any means.
"Fuckin' Travis fuckin' King, yeah, he's got one fuckin' mouth, that fuckin' wanka." He was already plowing into his speech, one that had mothers everywhere screaming at their sons to turn off the television. Those same young children would be having their mouths washed out with soap later that evening after repeating Mr. Biddle's filthy dialogue. "Fucker's takin' th' piss outta every fuckin' dolt on th' roster, yeah, fuckin' disrespecting th' birds who run th' fuckin' place." He leaned on his umbrella, steadying himself in the middle of the ring. "Now, Ah 'pologize for fuckin' ditherin' so fuckin' long, yeah, but Ah've 'ad little care for th' fuckin' place till th' fuckin' bastard started his latest fuckin' tiraid against the fuckin' populous of th' fuckin' LoC. Fuck. Yeah. Yeeeaah." He nodded, briefly, in agreement with himself.
"Fuckin' Travis -high an' fuckin' mighty- fuckin' King. Fuckin' no fuckin' wanka fuckin' talks fuckin' shite like that to fuckin' Johnny Biddle, yeah. You can fuckin' talk all th' fuckin' fuck you fuckin' want to, but when it comes fuckin' time for me to fuckin' face you in the fuckin' ring, yeah, we'll all see how fuckin' well you can fuckin' live up to your fuckin' words. Fuckin' King, fuckin' watch out. Ah'll fuckin' see you fuckin' buried."
He dropped the mic and walked out of the fuckin'... ahem, excuse me... and walked out of the ring, his left leg limping slightly. He stopped at the top of the stage and tipped his hat to the crowd before disappearing backstage.
The crowd had popped into a screaming frenzy. Some loved him out there. Many more despised him. Why? Because he was Johnny Biddle, the British sonofabitch who stood up to their hero. He's the one who went toe-to-toe with Travis King on his very first Lords of Chaos television appearance. Not a small feet by any means.
"Fuckin' Travis fuckin' King, yeah, he's got one fuckin' mouth, that fuckin' wanka." He was already plowing into his speech, one that had mothers everywhere screaming at their sons to turn off the television. Those same young children would be having their mouths washed out with soap later that evening after repeating Mr. Biddle's filthy dialogue. "Fucker's takin' th' piss outta every fuckin' dolt on th' roster, yeah, fuckin' disrespecting th' birds who run th' fuckin' place." He leaned on his umbrella, steadying himself in the middle of the ring. "Now, Ah 'pologize for fuckin' ditherin' so fuckin' long, yeah, but Ah've 'ad little care for th' fuckin' place till th' fuckin' bastard started his latest fuckin' tiraid against the fuckin' populous of th' fuckin' LoC. Fuck. Yeah. Yeeeaah." He nodded, briefly, in agreement with himself.
"Fuckin' Travis -high an' fuckin' mighty- fuckin' King. Fuckin' no fuckin' wanka fuckin' talks fuckin' shite like that to fuckin' Johnny Biddle, yeah. You can fuckin' talk all th' fuckin' fuck you fuckin' want to, but when it comes fuckin' time for me to fuckin' face you in the fuckin' ring, yeah, we'll all see how fuckin' well you can fuckin' live up to your fuckin' words. Fuckin' King, fuckin' watch out. Ah'll fuckin' see you fuckin' buried."
He dropped the mic and walked out of the fuckin'... ahem, excuse me... and walked out of the ring, his left leg limping slightly. He stopped at the top of the stage and tipped his hat to the crowd before disappearing backstage.