This Wednesday's Card:
Knuck Finn VS. Ray Parker Lewis Jr.
Mick "Truck Drivor" VS Kurt Murphy
Serengeti Betty VS La Puta Negra
Weirdbeard VS Cap'n Bitcheyes - Bucket of Shit Match
Carl Stonewall & The Bounty Hunter Buck Lawless VS Koschei The Deathless & Rocky Sukiyaki - Syndicate Tag Team Title Match
Buck Trundle VS Somebody's Dad
Intecontinational Champion VS World Heavyweight Champion...
And don't forget to mark your calenders! One week from Wednesday....you are all invited to the wedding of Sally Fingerle & Kurt Murphy! Polkas, Keg Beer, and Chicken! Oh yeah!
The World Heavyweight Title
The Best Of The Best In Professional Fantasy Videogame Wrestling
The Intercontinational Title
The Flagship Belt Of The Frontier Anarchy Grappling Syndicate
Syndicate Tag Team Championship
The Board Of Directors - Point Totals
About Me
- Black Jack Billy
- Welcome to the world of Professional Fantasy Videogame Wrestling! We are a no holds barred, no rules company, looking to put the "Rasslin" back in wrestling! Some people want to talk shit, some people will get hit, but if you are ready to play with the big boys, then Man Up!...and join the Frontier Anarchy Grappling Syndicate!
30 comments:
Fuck Knuck! Fuck Knuck! Fuck Knuck! That's right you old geezer! Ray Parker Lewis Jr. is in tha' house! I can't lose! Who you gonna call? Probably your momma, bitch! But your so old, she's gotta be at least, like 105, or some shit, right? I'll make a joke about how you stink so bad as a wrestler, that they call you old limberger cheese, or some shit! Old people joke about that shit, I think. I saw that shit in some old grainy black & white movie, or something. Say...did you get your wrestling start in vaudville? Did you ever wrestle Bob Hope?
Ohhhhhh!!! Kurt, I'm so excited! We've got a baby on the way and now we'll be married! I can't wait baby! I love you!
I guess they roll out the clown when somebody forgets to issue a challenge eh? Well Ray Parker Lewis Jr., looks like yer fixin' for an open faced knuckle sandwich! An' guess what? I DELIVER BITCH! So go an have yer fancy fruitbootery party with "champagne jams" and whatnot, cuz when I'm through with you even liquids'll be too much for yer busted up face to chew.
you deliver a big wide butthole for dudes to put dicks in! HAH!
Who are you talking to you weirdo?
Mr. Bitcheyes, I've been considering your comments, and the pony factor weighs in heavily. I'll make my decision soon although Mr. Koschei says your crazy and my mother would roll over in her grave if they knew where she was buried but that I still think the ponies are a big plus and so I'm going to be thinking a lot and I will let you know what I think soon so be patient.
Don't even think about it missy!]
Bitcheyes, you spout a lot of shit in this league, and I let it pass by because you can't help being the way you are, but this is going too far. I'll be damned if I let you fuck with my military spouse pention you motherfucker! I'll fucking kill you!!!
Daddy, be reasonable! You can live without mommy's money, you make over $24,000 A YEAR in Frontier Anarchy! You're rich! And think about it dad, ponies! Real ones! After all, don't you want me to be happy?
Ooooohhhh! Can I be the flower girl in Kirk and Nancy's wedding!!! Can I ride a pony with the flowers???!!!
Hey Kurt thats so aweome you finaly found a cool chick not like that chick you hung out with a while ago I think her name was Courtney. Remember when we were in her rambler and she was doin wippets and driving and she hit that deer and it fucking blew its guts out all over the road and fucked up her alignment and she puked all over your chucks and then that state pig stopped and Jerry freaked out and ran into the woods cuz he was on like five tabs of acid and he was screamin something about the face of god chewnig on his spine or something stuipd. huh huh that ws crazy dude.
Well cooldude nice to here about it, me and Krystyl and Dakota will send you some deer jerky huh huh.
My dearest muthafuckin' Janey...
Seven days in a week,
of seven ponies I do speak.
Do you like rainbows?
Do you like candy?
One of the ponies is named Mandy.
How 'bout Snowflake, Shadow n' shit?
You can change a name if you don't like it.
Plus I've got several cats n' kittens.
Beebo, Tootles, Pats n' Mittens.
Oh Janey we'll have so much fun,
Put that fuckin' loser Koschei on the run.
Koschei - While on a tour of Kosevo, I met your wife. Bein' the muthafuckin' vag-magnet that I am, naturally the Capn's boat was dockin' in every muthafuckin' port she had if you know what I mean!
I'm busy with this Weird Pube bullshit this week, but next week, mabye we can figure some shit out with this whole custody thing. Maury Povich can do a DNA test or some shit.
Cap'n out!
Oh and uh... if you didn't know what I was talkin' bout, I meant that I put it in her butt. I put my penis in your wife's butt, Koschei. And she liked it. Muthafuckin' diarrhea sprayin' all over n' shit! BLAOOWW!!! Like a damn bottle a champagne!
Ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka,
West Side!
Bad Boy Killers {
You know who the realist is
Bitcheyes we bring it to!
(ha ha, that's alright)
First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
Bitcheyes fucked for Life
Plus Janey tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Kurt Murphy and Somebody’s Dad
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Buck Trundle go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Serengetti Betty,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them Bitcheyes know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
Straight up.
Oh shit, the Cap'n s'posed to be all scared cause you're talkin' bout some crappy Will Smith movie? Oh! Oh no, save me from bad cinema!
Also, you fuckin' spelled "clique" wrong, dumbass.
Poor, Poor Janey!
I sure hope to the god of the 7 seas that you'll NOT join Slap'n BitchJaws. He is what the world refers to as a BAD person. A Scary, scary man. He has never done anything nice for anybody ever!
Maybe you can make him see the light, but I highly doubt it.
Koschei! Stop being occupied with all of this nonsense and concentrate on the true task that lies before you! We must crush Stonewall's life from him and tear Buck Lawless' heart from his chest to feed to the pigs! They will fear you before this match is over with but you must be willing to put aside all of the rest of this foolishness!
You're right, Rocky. If I don't have the confidence that my beloved daughter will remain by my side, then I truly have already lost the battle. I will focus my rage onto others that don't deserve it nearly as much, for that, is the American way!
Woke up this mornin' an' Ah got myself a beer. Took a look in the mirror an' what did Ah see? The next World's Champion lookin' right back at me!
Somebody's Dad, Ah know yer plannin' on takin' off that ol' leather strap yer kids got ya fer Chrissmas a few years back an' yer plannin' on tannin' ol' Buck Trundle's hide with it. Fair 'nuff. No quarter asked, none given. But Ah do sure hope ya don't plan on puttin' that World's Championship belt back on, 'cause Ah plan on takin' that one home with me.
Well you'd better get something with more kick in it than a beer, Buck. You're messing with the business end of this shotgun and I'm armed with a little something more heavy duty than Somebody's Rocksalt! I'll be taking off two belts for this match: one World's Champion and one Sears special. The first will be held safely at ringside before it's returned to me and the second will be to tan your hide black and blue! I'm gonna beat you down like the whelp you are and send you back to your studio apartment to nurse your wounds with some Banquet Pot Pies. Hell, the pot pies will take longer to make than the time it'll take for me to get the 3 count on your tired ass, and you can take that to the bank. Your line of credit has expired and it's time to pay the bill ya deadbeat.
I don't know... are they microwave pot pies or the regular kind you make in the oven? Because those take like, 20 minutes.
Six of one, half a dozen of the other. We finally get rid of the #1 California faggot, King Kong Glory, and now he is replaced by a bleached blonde bimbo. And Im not talking about Sally Fingerme! Ray Perkins Lewis Jr better known as RPLJ better known as Randy Penis Lover Jerk! I guess you really can get ahaed by giving head in this fed. One things for sure though, no matter how low budget this league is, no one will call it the "bush leagues". Half the wrestlers in this organization will most likely end up working at a sausage factory when they retire.
Congratulations on your stupid wedding Fingerme and Smurphy. At least you wont be giving anyone else any diseases. I hope you have a great time rubbing your scab encrusted gentitals together until death do you apart.
Now if youll excuse me, The Turpz has got some poon to explore.
TURPZ RULEZZZZ!!!
U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
YOU: A burley man, distracted with thoughts of paternity and title belts.
ME: DWF, heavy-set heavy-drinker. Looking for a man to call "daddy". Will you tag in and be my champion?
You know, Cap'n. My interest wanes when I'm not offered ponies every day. Just sayin'.
Psst... hey Janey!
Ponies.
the Turps has a bologna pony...well it's more like an Oscar Meyer Weiner...and if you wanted to rideit, you'd have to pry his greasy little fingers off it first! Actually, he doesn't usually let it out of the pasture...he's too busy "brushing" it!
You tell him, Dar! Ricky Turpy is a turdburglar!
Oooooooooooooh!
Rick Turpin is an Oscar Meyer weiner!
That is what he truly likes to beeee-e-e!
And cuz he is an Oscar Meyer weiner!
That is why he craves the old men's seeeeeeeeeeee-eeeeeeee-eeeeeed!
Zzzzzzzzzap!
And the big scary bear said...
"Little Rick, Little Rick, LET ME IN!"
"Just drop the load on my chinny-chin chin!"
Well, I'll STUFF, and I'll STUFF, and I'll BLOW that shit in!"...
That's an excert from a nasty little nursery rhyme called "Rest Stop Ricky, and the Big Burly Bear". It's all about that special wittle guy named Rick Turpin!
Good night little man! Leave the big people talk for grown ups until you grow a set, and get back to your 4th grade math homework, doucher! Tell your big sister we said "Hey"...faggot ass faggot...
Oh, look whos talking, Mr. "I wear a fucking red coat and a scarve around my neck!" What are you Mr. fucking Furley or something? I think your obviously overcompensating for your lack of lovemaking skills: something The Turpz has in abundance! Just ask your momma and your girlfriend and your girlfriend too. Turpz is the one they ALL give it up to.
And Jimmy Two Douches: dude, your name is fucking "Two Douches". And you can douche your asshole all you want to, but youll never get teh dirty stink of your late-night faggotry off of it.
GOOD-BYE! Id tell you to shut your faggoty mouths, but they are full of dick and balls anyway so why bother?
TURPZ RULEZZZZZZZZ!
... and your momma drools.
Oh lil' Turpin, they call me "Two Douches" because when I blow a load up your momma it takes her two douches to clean out all the spunk! Then she puts it in your dandruff shampoo you pimply little handjobber!
Turps even your burps smell like a man...well..main-juice, anyways! Fuck you, pusscakes! And...stop playing with yourself! Jesus Christ, you're gonna rub the skin off!
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