Say Hello to Sugah! Part Four
Time: 1200
Date: Aug. 4th, 2016
Location: Detroit, Michigan

Smut replies as he walks over to the shelf grabbing a small cloth oil rag. He then walks back over to B.W.P handing him the rag and then quickly makes it behind Killer J grasping his shoulders and looking to B.W.P. Pig smiles as Killer J's facial expression has become worried.

"Okay one more time, give me a name of one of the Generals involved in the decision to fuck with my emotions!"

Bearded War Pig takes the silence as a "fuck you" so he nods his head to Smut, who quickly tilts Killer J back in his chair. B.W.P places the cloth rag over the face of Killer J. Pig then unscrews the cap the water bottle and begins to pour the water over Killer J's cloth rag covered face. Nothing like some good ole fashion water boarding, you know? After a little while of pouring the water and forcing Killer J to inhale it, Killer J begins to cough and gag. Bearded War Pig pulls the water bottle back. Bearded War Pig walks over to the counter where Smut placed all the items, he grabs his bottle of crown and takes a gulp before asking again.

"Okay so again give me a fucking name, you monkey fuck! I almost begged you not to make me into the bad guy, but you had to be a stubborn fuck didn't you? Name please?"

Nothing again, Bearded War Pig shakes his head while Smut's smile grows larger, Bearded War Pig grabs the bottle of Hennessy and begins walking towards Smut and Killer J. Once arriving he begins to open the bottle of Hennessy.

"Well not that you had a drink of water I think it's time for your shot of Hennessy now!

Bearded War Pig begins to slowly pour the Hennessy out of the bottle onto the cloth that covers the face of Killer J, all while holding a sadistic smile the whole time. After about ten seconds of pouring and chuckling, Killer J begins to squirm and struggle, while gagging on his requested shot of choice. Maybe a little more than a shot, Killer J begins to try and scream in pain as the alcohol begins to gurgle up his nose, B.W.P still pouring strong, after about a quarter of the bottle is poured out almost drowning Killer J, Pig tilts the bottle right side up.

“Hope the Hennessy was to your standard, I don’t really care for the shit, but I do enjoy an Incredible Hulk once and awhile, but you seem to love the shit. Almost drank a quarter of the damn bottle in one gulp. Do you have a drinking problem Mr. J? Well shit why didn’t you say so, I have just the cure for that, you know what that is”

Bearded War Pig takes a swig from Hennessy bottle and sets it on the floor next to the chair that Killer J is chained to. B.W.P then removes the cloth from Killer J’s face and taps him lightly on the cheek, he then opens both Killer J’s eyes wide and pays attention to his pupils, and making sure he is still coherent. Killer J answers his curiosity, by screaming.

“Get your fucking hands off me you fucking psycho bitch!”

Bearded War Pig laughs and licks his upper lip. Abruptly Bearded War Pig throat punches Killer J with the intensity of a Spartan warrior. Killer J’s eyes almost bulge out of his head as he gasps for air.

“Please refrain from ever calling me a bitch again, you stupid fucking bitch boy dick wit! It’s one of those pet peeve things, it irks the fuck right out of me, sees now I almost don’t give a flying fuck about any of the Generals names. About one more smart word from your mouth and I am going to cut your tongue out!”

Bearded War Pig steps closer right over Killer J’s head, he slams his hand wide open on his head, palming his face. B.W.P begins to finger his eyes and pinch his nose off, while Killer J gasps for air from his mouth Bearded War Pig grabs his tongue and pulls it out.

“So I would recommend keeping your fucking mouth shut for now on unless you want to cooperate because I am running out of patience and fucks to be honest. So I guess I will just tell you what cures Alcoholism. Sugah! You know what I am saying don’t you Smut?”

Smut nods and chuckles as he begins heading toward upstairs. Bearded War Pig smiles and informs Killer J as to where Smut is going to get.

“Oh buddy balls, don’t worry, we are going to get a fine honey to come down here and give you some Sugah! Smut and I are concerned for your safety. Don’t worry I promise she is a beautiful gal, in a lot higher league then your monkey ass! You’ll love the way she really digs into the skin, she’s a freak you know, lots of metal if you know what I mean.”

Just as Bearded War Pig finishes up with telling Killer J about the “Sugah!” he is about to receive, Smut comes swiftly down the stairs with Bearded War Pigs baby girl “Sugah!” his custom barb wired aluminum baseball bat. Smut hands the bat over to Bearded War Pig, who nods and smiles.

B.W.P walks over to Killer J and shows off his bat to him.

“I told you she is beautiful isn’t she? She is my baby girl, she is going to take real good care of you, my friend. So why don’t you say hello to Sugah!”

Bearded War Pig then grasps “Sugah!” at the handle and gets in a batter's stance, he looks to Smut who fake winds up and pretends to throw a baseball toward Bearded War Pig. Bearded War Pig smiles and rotates his hips as if he is going to swing at the ball but instead swings at Killer J’s torso, smashing the aluminum bat wrapped in barbwire square in J’s chest. The barbwire rips his already torn shirt even more and leaves a crimson stain of blood from the scratches.

Bearded War Pig continues to swing wildly not with all of his strength, not wanting to kill, but to put the fear of death in Killer J’s head, for maybe an encounter with death would lead him more likely to cooperate. Bearded War Pig stops for a second and admires the bruising from the bat and the abrasions from the barbwire. Bearded War Pig then smashes the fat end into Killer J’s face, knocking him unconscious. B.W.P then tosses “Sugah!” over his shoulder.

“Okay clean him up and make sure he stays alive, we will interrogate him again tomorrow. I think they got along good, didn’t you?”

Smut just smiles and begins to unchain Killer J from the chair as the scene fades...

The End.


Case of the Shits... Part Two
Time: 1615
Date: Sep. 19th, 2016
Location: Detroit Michigan

“Welcome back ladies and gentleman and if you are just tuning in we have Bearded War Pig an uprising star in XWF on the line with us. We believe he is all freshened up now and ready to continue without ay more interruptions. So War Pig, you get all that BEEP (Shit) off your hand and BEEP (Ass)?”

“It is Bearded War Pig, only my friends can call me War Pig or Pig and you seem to not be interested in a friendship with all the talk about how I take a BEEP (Shit). If I were in that booth with you right now, I’d be in the right to lay one across that ever-running BEEP (Cock) holster of yours. Now I thought we were in the midst of some live professional fan talk.”

“No you are right we were in the middle of some juicy stuff, no pun intended, okay I swear that was my last one. So how does it feel to have this much pressure thrown on your back as a rookie in the XWF?”

“Well you know it actually doesn’t really phase me much, as a SAW Gunner, a Team Leader, and Squad Leader over in theatre I learned to walk straight head high when that kind of pressure is crushing down on my shoulders. I mean if no one in the world was to man up and grab the bull by the horns, we would all just be living in a stagnant pool of basic mother BEEPERS (Fuckers). BEEP (Shit) would have never got done, I am not the first to be put in the spotlight and to make sure the fans are getting what XWF needs. I am just the support beam, for now, it will fade and the next rookie superstar will come along and he will feel the pressure of stardom. The staff knows I am great and they want to make sure I am offered great opportunities, there is no sense of wasting charisma am I right?”

“Right why do you think I am hosting this show and not just some random bum off the street. One thing is for sure, the XWF has given you some pretty prime opportunities, like tag title shots and now a shot at the Intercontinental Championship, some people don’t think you should be given this treatment and that you haven’t earned your shot, what do you have to say about that?”

“You know it really doesn’t bother me, I take it as a compliment, I mean if you are in any kind of stardom or a leadership position people are going to hate and people are going to run their mouth. I’ve encountered it my whole life, from peewee football on up, basically, anything I excelled at was guaranteed to make me enemies and even worse haters. You know the ones who only have their words, not about action, if those people who believe I don’t deserve these shots, these golden opportunities, why don’t they step forward and tell me face to face?

They don’t BEEPing have BEEPs, that is why. None of the people that feel that way have shown their face, besides Unknown Soldier and Deville from the tag tournament who straight up said I didn’t belong. Look at what happened, I made it to the final round and look who only lost because of their partner? This guy. No, maybe I haven’t quite shown the XWF or its fans I am worthy of gold yet, but management has looked passed my experience and has seen the flame burning off of my soul.

They know I will bring BEEPES (Asses) to the stands, my product will sell, I will reign and keep the spark alive in wrestling entertainment. They know I would make a grand Intercontinental Champion, because I am not some push over Ken doll type, not that Dillinger is, he seems far from it. More a Jeffery Dahmer, Buffalo Bill, or Charles Manson type, lucky for me though I do not fear bad men nor do I have any intention of letting them run wild and free. A new sheriff is in town and right now the wanted posters are reading dead or alive for Dillinger, I prefer dead!”

“Wow quite a bit to say for someone who is not bothered by it, but I get it, you have to defend yourself, can’t let people just go around running their mouths. Anyway, we have had a poll on our website for people to vote on who will win Dillinger or yourself. To be honest even the majority of fans from your hometown are on his side.”

“BEEP (Damn), that’s kind of a low blow don’t you think BEEP BEEP (Shit Dick)? So a poll says even my hometown thinks I will lose to Dillinger, that’s understandable I am new, I have no wrestling background, lost at a shot for gold already, and I am not really known. The real question should be what I plan on doing to change those polls in the upcoming months of my career, you know the prime time if I want to make a name the time is now. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, but now.

I’m not saying they are right, but I understand why they would vote the way they did, truth be told, they are dead BEEPING (Fucking) wrong. I will go into that Xtreme Rules, falls count anywhere match without gold, I will be leaving the new Intercontinental Champion. Nothing personal toward Dilly boy or his fans but I am going to insist you say hello to Sugah! (Bearded War Pig’s Barbwire Aluminum Baseball Bat) and bleed all over the arena in Ireland. BEEP (Hell) we can even take it out of the arena, maybe to a pub, have a couple of shots afterwards and celebrate my victory, not much more of a celebratory drink than Irish Whiskey!”

“I don’t know if the local Irish would appreciate Dillinger and yourself thrashing through their streets destroying shit and causing havoc. It would be one hell of a site to see, though. Honestly, though you are coming off a little too confident about this match and I don’t see why you would. Not saying you are a good wrestler or anything, just don’t see how you even compare to the likes of Dillinger or even half of the XWF roster.”

“Well aren’t you just the supportive type? I figured there would be a little controversy doing this show; I didn’t know I was walking into an ambush. This whole time you seem to be trying to get the fans and the listeners even more on the side of Dillinger, so I am going to ask once, what the BEEP (Fuck)? I’m from the same city as you and I didn’t only survive a Cage match against half of the Tag Team Champions, I won! So what gives BEEP (Cock) bag, why all the hate?

You know what BEEP (Fuck) your reasoning, you must not know who the BEEP (Fuck) I am, I am the Devil of Detroit and I bet if your punk BEEP (Ass) was face to face with me you’d be whistling a completely different tune. Don’t forget I live here in Detroit, Savage is taking place here come Saturday, and it would be a shame if the warpath found its way to your front door, Mr. Chase. Now I am going to go because some important BEEP (Shit) has come up that the Bearded War Pig needs to deal with, until next time, Oink, Oink, Mother BEEPER (Fucker)!”

Bearded War Pig swipes the red phone button ending the call. The scene fades.

The End.