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The Titty Twister
Industrial Road
Las Vegas, NV
The place is heaving, worse than a Tesco on a Saturday morning. No-one here is in their pyjamas, everyone is dressed to impress. They are all serious high rollers, were talking big bucks, limos, jet planes the works. But even they cannot get into the V.I.P. area; so have to be content to ogle the super hot women shaking their money makers on the well-lit stages around the room. They’ll live.
Inside the aforementioned V.I.P. area sit two men (three if you count the camera man). One; a big brute with broken nose and a set of shoulders that rival a grand piano, sits supping well something out of a triangular stemmed glass. The star of the show is Johnny Brown. He is surrounded with scantily woman, one could say like flies around shit, if they were brave enough.
The babes paw at the True Brit, who appears pretty disinterested. A man right out of an 80’s glam metal video struts up. He is wearing pleather pants and an airbrushed vest, one that reveals his name as Jack Stud.
JS: What’s up Johnny B? Aren’t the women hot enough for you?
JB: They hot in a trashy American kind of way, not English Rose hot.
A quick f**-k you later and the girls are gone, all of them
SS: What the hell Johnny? Way to c*ck block me. I was in there my son.
JB: They’re strippers not whores, this aint the Urban Tiger. ‘sides I don’t think Jackie Boy here runs a knockin’shop, this aint Soho this is Vegas baby!!
Everyone within earshot stops and looks at Johnny, surprised by his out of character outburst.
JS: Everybody calm down, this my club and …..Vegas baby????
SS: What the eff Johnny?? You don’t talk like that. Who are you and what have you done wiv’ my mate?
JB: You’ve been here too long Stu, its called sarcasm. When in Rome do as the Romans or in this case fat drunk Americans. Lets get over excited over nothing, lets think that we the Worlds superpower. ‘Eff that noise. No offence to smiling Jackie Stud there but this nation needs a wake up call an’ I’m the MAN ta do it. First I’ll show Sin-C-Dub then once I have the World heavyweight championship around my waist I’ll show the entire wrestling world.
By this point Johnny is standing his clenched fists raised to his chin, his face twisted in a megalomaniac rage. Awkward as the valley girls might say. ‘Ave you been on the crazy sauce as Johnny Brown might say. Having been in the wrestling business himself and now sensing thing could get crazy Jack Stud decides discretion is the better part of valour and retreats.
JB: Hardly an auspicious start was it?! Last week that uneducated moron Old Skool dropped the ball! He ruined my debut. I should be here celebrating my big win wiv’ gash dripping off the walls. Yet I have a big fat L next to my name. Jared Black and Mathew Kennedy aren’t fit to shine my Airware. To top it off that bloody f’wit Primetime had the balls ta get in my face. I gave him his first Brown Wings but that’s not enough. I want to break him inta pieces. Brit on Brit violence will rock Sin-C-Dub!!!
The beep from Stu’s phone saves anyone having to speak up.
SS: It seems your next obstacle has a name or should I say names…. It’s a triple threat Johnny. Are you ready for this?
JB: How long have you known me Stu? I said HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN ME?
SS: Too long, I didn’t mean anything John. You went through hell when the government had you in custody. I’ve heard how they treat alleged terrorists, now less than a month out and you’re in with Jared Black again and that freak Goth.
JB: Goth!!!! Already!! Godamn it’s like Christmas. I still owe that freak for the crap payoff he gave more for that tour of the ‘dam.
SS: Who cares about the payoff, do you remember the parties we had? It took us a month to get home. Johnny, aw man one word…. Merel… do you remember Merel?
With a knowing nod and a grin that makes him look like he’s gurning Johnny raises two fingers than points up. Stu repeats the gesture laughing like a drain.
JB: She gave tag teaming a different meaning that weekend. She was wild. But this won’t get me on a plane. Stu book us a flight lets hit the ‘dam.
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Bananenbar
Oudezijds Achterburgwal 37
1012DA
Amsterdam
When the night starts with a vibrator being launched past your head you know its going to get weird. Stu and Johnny are known in this area, being just a hop skip and a jump from their collective homeland their gathered many a frequent flier mile with Amsterdam as their destination.
Dressed as true Brits in their footie shirts and bright white trainers they fit in amongst the drunken tourists. Unlike them; they aren’t being watched by the bouncers or restricted by the 30 minute rule. As one barmaid/cum dancer writes a birthday card for one punter (look ma no hands) she pops the caps off two bottles for Smith and Brown.
JB: This brings back memories, yet still conjures memories of what’s to come.. when I step foot into the ring at Climax Control at the University Sports Centre I will look across the ring, just as I look across this bar, and I will see a pair of c**ts!
SS: Harsh but fair Mr. Brown. Jared was lucky to get through his debut. Clay got ‘skooled’ by Black and Kennedy; the office stitched ya up like a kipper with that partner you got.
JB: True mate, but I was off me game too. I didn’t even pop any of me big moves. I let myself down an’ it won’t happen again. If Black tries his MMA $hit I’ll tie him up in knots just like they taught me in The Snake Pit. When he screams fer me ta let ‘im go I’ll lift him up and take his ‘ead off wiv me bestest lariat.
SS: Sounds like a plan me man, but wot about Goth? Sure he aint what he used ta be but he’s still dangerous.
JB: Yer right Stewy me boy. But the bruvvers injured, after all the wars he’s has he’s on his last legs, his zombie in gimmick and reality. The walking dead is one headshot away from a wheel chair.
A commotion from the end of the bar signals the arrival of SCW head reporter, the delectable Pussy Willow. Her assets are obvious; so obvious that they draw the attention of the baying punters from the show on stage. A dildo is fired angrily at the interloper. Without missing a beat Pussy swats it away; directly into a patron’s pint of Heineken.
SS: she’s here Johnny.
Willow glides across the room to our British stars. Stu vacates his seat, offering it to Pussy, he is called the gentleman after all. Pussy sits down, offering a smile as a thank you. As Pussy crosses her legs the flash she gives leaves the eagle eyed drunk nearby with a warm wet feeling.
PW: Nice place you’ve chosen here Mr. Brown. Real classy!
JB: I thought you and the twins would feel at home, what are their names by the way?
PW: Oh great a misogynist, how original… I heard how you were with Rocky, I guess assuming that was pre-match nerves was just wishful thinking.
JB: I don’t get nervous sweetheart, I’m Johnny ‘effin’ Brown.. I was born ta kick arse and that’s what I’ve done me whole life.
PW: Apart from last week!
JB: Me ma taught me ta never hit a lady, and darling you aint no lady-
SS: C’mon Johnny we both know it’s wrong to even threaten to hit a chick.
JB: Stu… ever the gentleman. There’s no way I would raise my hand to a woman, or even threaten one, do you think I’m that much of a giant douche. The only way I’d hit Pussy is in the “I’d hit that” sense. Now bitches like Jared Black that’s a different matter.
PW: So will Jared be your target in your triple threat match this week at Climax Control?
JB: Whoever gets the hell in my way is my target Pus-say. Team Jared snatched a fluke win over my teammate last week.
PW: Erm it was over you and your teammate, the record book shows he beat you.
JB: PMS much, If you were twice as smart, you'd still be stupid. Clay lost not me, he was an albatross tied around me Airware. I was a victim of circumstance, if the bookermen had any brains I would have been teamed with Kennedy, despite our differences we have more in common that the odd couple’s pairings they came up with. I’m not Oscar and ‘Mr. Holla at ya boi’ isn’t Felix… confused Bobzilla? Look it up.
This week I am doubly motivated to kick ten shades a’ pi$$ our Black. He can claim a victory over, an’ yeah… I’m supposed he and you are technically right. When the bombs drops and everything else is gone the history books will show a wick in his win column.
Am I bother about such things? Not really, this week I will erase any doubt over who is the better wrestler. Note to Jared this is wrestling not MMA. We aren’t bound by the same rules, your little strikes and submission sure they have a place in this world, I’m pretty sharp on that front meself. The Snakepit has taught many an Englishman how to tie a yank up in knots, but can ya match me hold for hold in a pro-wrestling match? Can ya take an E.D.L. an’ still ‘ave ya head on yer shoulders? Will ya be able ta get up after I crush ya skull with a Brit-Knee?
I doubt it, I’ve looked at ya career yer a flash in the pan. Yep you make an impact but then what? Ya fizzle out then disappear.
This time Jared I want ya ta prove me wrong. Not because I believe in you, but cos I want to beat ya to a bloody pulp over an’ over. Then when I’m100-1 I’ll finish ya off an’ let ya disappear in the abyss ya crawled out of.
Sneaking through her game face she holds during her interviews, is a little fear. There is something in Johnny’s words that says this isn’t just rhetoric, he hurts people… and likes it. Ever the professional although her looks say otherwise; the unfortunately named Pussy Willow pushes on.
PW: You really mean that don’t?... Moving on the third man in that match, is another man it seems you know the enigmatic dark one known as Goth.
JB: Ahhh Goth… yes I know him. He may not even remember me, he treated me like dog$hit on his shoe, he couldn’t even be bothered to speak to me, or pay me. He rules the roost over here, the Netherlands is his home. Even though he now resides in New York he will have the home field advantage. It could be come bell time that even the cheese-eating orange shirt and clog wearing Dutch has seen through him. He is a dark and sick man and cannot be trusted.
PW: So do you think that as a European you will be the crowd favourite Johnny?
JB: Do I look like I care if I’m a crowd favourite? It doesn’t matter what leg of this tour I’m on Holland Italy or Jolly Ol’ Blighty I will be me. I do what I want an’ always speak my mind. If people boo me, I love it if they cheer me then I question there moral fibre. I am the sort of man who will target Goth’s trick knee or effed up back, I hope they draw on their history in Pryde and unite against me, I love a good fight whatever the odds. They can talk their Pryde Anarchy Championship and Evolution Championship reigns an’ how I haven’t worm gold in my career all they want. Ta me all that means is their best days are behind them an’ mine are still ta come.
At CC Johnny Brown is comin’ and both of them has beens are gonna get their heads kicked in!!!