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Subject: A REAL American Mon Oct 28, 2013 4:30 pm
As the October 28th edition of Raw rolls on, the theme that everyone and their mothers loves hits the PA system. Jack Swagger, also know as Todo Americano, the man unmasked by The Miz last night at No Mercy, marches out onto the stage. The fans can be heard chanting, "Todo! Todo! Todo!" as the all American American takes a long look around the arena. He shakes his head then turns to looks behind him. Out from the back comes a short, vest wearing, mustache sporting man, better known as Zeb Coulter. Boos hit the stage as a smile creeps it's way onto Swagger's face. The two stand side by side in the spotlight, rejecting the hate from the fans.
Zeb then turns and nods to Jack, letting him know it's time to hit the ring. The duo begin their march down the ramp, passing by the screaming fans in the front row. Jack let's out a mighty roar before hopping up onto the ring apron, while Zeb makes his way up the steel steps. The two meet inside of the squared circle, both grabbing microphones from a worker at ringside. Chants of "Briley, Briley, Briley!" and "Miz, Miz, Miz!" ring throughout the arena as Coulter raises his hand up into the air, asking for silence. He's met with the usual shtick, the crowd not quieting down but growing even louder. After a while they finally quiet down to a level where Zeb can speak.
Zeb
That took long enough. . . Now I'm going to assume that many of you already know who I am. If you don't, my name is Zeb Coulter, and I am an American patriot! And this here man standing beside me is the one and only, Jack Swagger! Or as many of you may know him, Todo Americano. But that whole thing is over and done with, I can assure you that! You see, Jack's daddy and I fought in the same war together, we fought tooth and nail to preserve what this country hold dear, freedom. I've known Jack my entire life, and when I saw what happened to him last night, I just about lost my head. Now believe me when I say I never condoned that whole "Todo Americano" thing. And that's why, just after the match, I called up Jack and I said, "Boy, I'm coming on down to see you." You see, while Jack was in the right frame of mind, he wasn't doing what he should have been doing. HIDING behind a mask, covering his face like some sort of coward is NOT what he should have not. We leave that to those "luchadores" down in Mexico. WHERE THEY BELONG, mind you! The first thing that I said to Jack was that he better thank The Miz for pulling off that stupid thing and revealing him to the world, god only knows how much longer it would have gone on if not. So after I sat him down and we talked this whole mess out, I decided that I'd stay a while and become Jack's personal manager, his voice if you will. Together, we're going to put an end to all of these phony's, these crooks. . . These ILLEGAL immigrants who are infesting our once great country!
Coulter lowers his mic and puts his hand on his heart, taking a moment to catch his breath. The fans are booing louder than ever, even King is booing at ringside as Zeb brings his mic back up to speak.
Zeb
Why, oh why, are you booing us!? Do you not believe in freedom? In our right to pursue a life of happiness!? Do you not believe in the United States of America!? How can you all sit here and boo us, two honest, hard working Americans, when sitting right next to you there is an illegal immigrant, who is taking our jobs, spending our money and breaking our laws? How!? I'll tell you how, because your minds have been corrupted. Corrupted by today's views on equality. On integrity and on fraternity! You've all been brainwashed into thinking that these people are your friends! That you should help them, that there are more than enough jobs to go around! But while Pablo, a boarder hopping con from Mexico, is busy pumping your gas or selling you produce at Stop and Shop, Michael, a hard working United States citizen, a man born in this country, a man who was promised his rights, is sitting in a cold one bedroom apartment, trying to figure out how he'll feed his three kids tonight! Tell me how that is just! Tell me! You can't, you can't because it's not. This is our country, this is MY country, and I'll be damned if I watch our forefathers turn in their graves at what it's become! There's a saying that I like to use, and that every single one of you in this here arena should use as well. Every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to bed I say it . . . Don't Tread On Me!
Coulter straightens himself out and puts his mic down by his side, once again placing his hand on his heart. Swagger does the same, placing one hand on his heart and the other on his side. The two stand in silence for a few moments, letting the fans hate rush over them. Jack then steps out in front of Coulter, raising his mic up.
Swagger
. . . To me, you're all just a waste of time and energy. But Zeb thinks that given the right kick, you'll all see the error of your ways. This man, this patriot, is not only a near and dear friend of mine, but he's a true American hero! And believe it or not, we don't have many of those left. An American hero is not Jay-Z, it's not Brad Pitt, and it most certainly is not Glenn Beck! No, an American hero is someone who would die for this country, it's someone that won't rest until this country is void of any and all outside intruders. It's someone who believes that this country can still be what it once was, a proud and honorable place! The United States of America is being overrun with illegal immigrants. They make up OVER half of the U.S. population. HALF. THAT, will not stand. So long as Zeb Coulter and Jack Swagger are alive and breathing, THAT, will not stand. So we ask of you all, everyone in the back, everyone at home and everyone here in this arena, put your right hand on your heart, and join us in singing our national anthem!
The mood in the arena takes a turn for the worse at the sound of Jack's request. No one wants to sing the national anthem! And it shows as the chants and boos become louder and louder. But Zeb and Jack don't seem to care as they both clear their throats, preparing to sing.
Jack, after taking a deep breath, begins.
Swagger
O say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming.
You suck chants begin to fill the arena as Swagger finishes off the first two lines. He peers around at the WCF universe angrily shaking his head back and forth. His singing leaves much to be desired, but Coulter eggs him on, patting him on the shoulder.
Swagger
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly. . .
The boos disrupt Swagger, causing him to derail the song. He lowers his mic and stomps his feet on the mat, yelling out at the crowd. Zeb once again pats him on the shoulder, calming him down. He then tells Jack that he'll take it from here. The fans go nuts, the LAST thing they want is for Mr. Coulter to start singing lead! Zeb raises his head up high then begins.
Zeb
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
Zeb
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Zeb
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
Before Zeb can utter another word of the song, a theme hits the speakers and the crowd, in great relief, erupts with cheer.
(To be continued by Hulk Hogan. Shout out to Sigma for stealing his song/picture montage idea. Sorry the font changes in the middle, I copied the National Anthem and it messed up the whole thing. Feedback would be awesome!)
The Beast
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Subject: Re: A REAL American Tue Oct 29, 2013 12:15 am
Its a cool idea that you are starting a feud with Hogan espically considering how much your superstars differ.
Randy Borton
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Subject: Re: A REAL American Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:49 am
Hulk Hogan comes out and walks to the ring as the fans cheer. Hogan asks for a mic.
Hulk Hogan: Stop, just stop. I can't hear one more word coming from your mouths, brother. I came out here because I hear you, Zeb, that you said that America is your country. You're damn wrong jack, it's OUR country, it's the people's country, brother. You two call yourselves a Real American's, well brother you're standing in the ring with a true REAL AMERICAN.
Crowd cheers for Hogan.
Hulk Hogan: I also heard that your saying that people from other countries can't even live in America or even get a job, of course you got freedom of speech brother, but that's way wrong. People got the freedom to do anything they want in America, brother. Like how I'm going to go wild on you, Swagger, when I hit that famous legdrop and pin you 1, 2 and 3 brother, and the Hulkamaniacs will go wild as the Immortal Hulk Hogan stands tall.
The Crowd cheers for Hulk Hogan
Hulk Hogan: Watcha gonna do...
Before Hulk Hogan can finish his sentence Zeb Colter interrupted Hogan.
To be continued by Jack Swagger/Zeb Coulter.
DJ
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Subject: Re: A REAL American Sun Nov 03, 2013 1:52 pm
Zeb
You? A REAL American? Please, you're nothing but a walking example of everything that is WRONG with this country. You can claim to love America all you want Hogan, but it's a lot easier to say something than it is to do something. This man standing by my side proves his love for America every week when he steps into this ring. But when have YOU ever proved your love, Hulk, huh? When have you ever gone out of your way to make sure that lady liberty is safe? Never. You're just an old poster boy for what America is thought to be, a free party for everyone! But no more, those days are dead and gone, and it's time for you to go with it! So don't be surprised if Jack is a little bit. . . Aggressive, tonight. The only way you'll be hitting that legdrop of yours is over my dead body!
Zeb lowers his mic and snarls at Hogan, Jack standing right behind him. There's a moment of intense silence between the three before Jack lifts his mic up.
Jack
You-
Hogan raises his arm up and shakes it back and forth, shouting at Swagger to shut his mouth.
Hogan
Oh no Brother, not a peep from you!
Jack's eyes turn fiery red as he stares down Hogan, Zeb backing up. Both Hogan and Jack almost simultaneously drop their mic's and move towards one another. Their heads butt as they share a heated stare down, Coulter stirring around behind Hulk. Zeb cocks his fist back, ready to strike, but Hogan sees it coming! He turns around and delivers a giant sized punch straight to Zeb's face. Swagger hits Hogan from behind, pounding his back with axe handle after axe handle. Hogan does his signature come back, egging Swagger on. Swagger nails Hulk in the face, but to no avail! Swagger strikes again, no! Hogan grabs Swagger's fist and throws it back, nailing him with a big boot! Jack hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring, holding his head in agony. Coulter get's to his feet, dazed as he goes to turn around. Hulk is waiting for him with a sweet looking body slam! Here it comes, Hulk bounces off the ropes, he hits it! Legdrop! The fans go wild as Hulk cups his ear, bending towards the ropes. Jack rolls Coulter out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, throwing his arm over his shoulder. The two back up the ramp as Hogan remains in the ring, posing for his many, many fans. Hulk then points to them and shouts, "Tonight brother! Tonight, you're mine!" The segment fades on Swagger shaking his head back and forth, Zeb nearly unconscious.
(Closed. Feedback welcome!)
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Twysted
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Subject: Re: A REAL American Sun Nov 03, 2013 3:25 pm
DJ wrote:
But when have YOU ever proved your love, Hulk, huh? When have you ever gone out of your way to make sure that lady liberty is safe? Never.
Well, there was that one time when he came out with the American flag against Sgt. Slaughter in the main event of Wrestlemania.
And the fact that his theme song is 'Real American'.
And the fact that he actually cares about people and tells the kids to take their vitamins.
And the fact that up until his n.W.o. turn he actually gave two shits about the people.
Meanwhile, Swagger comes out looking like he is doped up and Zeb looks like he put too much moisturizer in his hair and not enough 'Just Grey for MEN' and they talk about how everyone is bad. Zeb just sounds like the typical 'know-it-all' in every high school class room who picks on a minority just to appear cool and attempt to please the many unnecessary needs of his racist, know-it-all, drunk-fuck of a dad.
Point in turn, Zeb needs to open a history book in his spare time instead of figuring out how to cover up for all the lazy Americans who would rather eat cheap, deep-fired food instead of spending tons of money on healthy foods that they probably don't need and all the Americans who find working 'too much work' (coughDashingandschoolcough) and employers would rather fill those job spots with people who will actually do shit instead of not doing it and blaming it on the guy next to him because hey . . . being a lazy fuck and accomplishing nothing and blaming it on others is cool.
TAKE IT TO HIM HOGAN!
DJ
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Subject: Re: A REAL American Mon Nov 04, 2013 3:48 am
