Post by "Mr. W" Walter Loufie on Sept 13, 2006 15:33:10 GMT -5
Walter:(Singing) Do doo dee dooooo....do wap do wap.... Time to check my email. Tra la la la la.... I'm gonna kick Swan's ass.... yes kick Ass. he may be fast... but his ass..... is grass....at...the hand of....W!!! (stops singing) Guess I should check my email.
Walter powers up his computer and clicks to log onto AOL*
Walter:Sunuva bitch, I really need to get something better than this. I might as well go and make lunch.
Walter gets out of his chair and walks to the kitchen to have lunch. Fifteen minutes later, he walks back into the room. AOL is still logging in.
Walter: GOD DAMNIT!! HURRY UP YOU PEACE OF SHIT! I GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN SIT HERE ALL DAMN DAY!!!
AOL finally logs on.
Walter: It's about damn time... Now, lets see here. Time to check the IWC dirt sheets. What the hell?
leetwrestlers.com: This week on Saturday Night Showdown, Walter Loufie will take on Mickey Swan. I am telling you folks, this is the most one sided fights since my fat neighbor down the street decided to eat Bran Muffins to train for MMA fighting. Honesty, that's not a pretty sight...or smell for that matter. Which is a lot like this match. I mean, it is evident that Walter is going to get his ass handed to him by the leetest man on the net. I mean seriously, who actually thinks he stands a chance? I mean he got his ass handed to him by a 300lb tub of lard by the name of Sumo Steve last week. How does he think he can beat Swan, let alone defend his title against the soon to be champion Venome. Poison Sting pwns all everyone!!!
Walter: Ugh.... I hate these loser fanboy dirt sheet. I think I'll respond to this dumbass and put him out of his misery. *typing* Dear Mike Ditka.... I am very dissapointed DA Bears dis *stops typing* ....Wait... god damn Saturday Night Live.Walter turns off the Television set and erases the Mike Ditka comment from his email.
Walter: *typing*
Dear, stupid ass who eat his neighbours bran muffins,
I hope that fat kid comes down to your house, and eats you! I mean to think that you can compare that piece of internet trash, Mickey Swan, to... MR W!!!!!!!! is absolutely retarded. The W, has his number, and there is absolutely nothing Swan can do to win the match. This is just another useless fanboy article where you don't know shit.
Thank You, kiss my ass, and have a shitastic day...
Mr. W
PS. Your mom knows who is gonna win. I showed her last night....
Walter finishes typing the email and sends it off. He then pulls open another email, this time it's adressed to Mickey Swan.
Walter:
Heya Mickey,
I just wanted to tell ya, that come this Saturday, I am going to kick your ass like never before. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to punt that bullshit hacker talk right out of your smug face! Hopefully, you will be prepared for the ctrl, alt, DELETE! that you are about to face. Unlike you, I have been studying tapes, and keeping an eye out. What have you been doing? Eating Red vines and drinking mister pib...crazy delicious eh? Anyways, prepare to be executed like that piece of shit DOS program that I am using to boot my PC.
Have a good week,
Mr. W
Walter stops typing a rechecks his spelling, before sending it off. Afterwards, he logs off the computer and heads to his dungeon to train...
Walter powers up his computer and clicks to log onto AOL*
Walter:Sunuva bitch, I really need to get something better than this. I might as well go and make lunch.
Walter gets out of his chair and walks to the kitchen to have lunch. Fifteen minutes later, he walks back into the room. AOL is still logging in.
Walter: GOD DAMNIT!! HURRY UP YOU PEACE OF SHIT! I GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN SIT HERE ALL DAMN DAY!!!
AOL finally logs on.
Walter: It's about damn time... Now, lets see here. Time to check the IWC dirt sheets. What the hell?
leetwrestlers.com: This week on Saturday Night Showdown, Walter Loufie will take on Mickey Swan. I am telling you folks, this is the most one sided fights since my fat neighbor down the street decided to eat Bran Muffins to train for MMA fighting. Honesty, that's not a pretty sight...or smell for that matter. Which is a lot like this match. I mean, it is evident that Walter is going to get his ass handed to him by the leetest man on the net. I mean seriously, who actually thinks he stands a chance? I mean he got his ass handed to him by a 300lb tub of lard by the name of Sumo Steve last week. How does he think he can beat Swan, let alone defend his title against the soon to be champion Venome. Poison Sting pwns all everyone!!!
Walter: Ugh.... I hate these loser fanboy dirt sheet. I think I'll respond to this dumbass and put him out of his misery. *typing* Dear Mike Ditka.... I am very dissapointed DA Bears dis *stops typing* ....Wait... god damn Saturday Night Live.Walter turns off the Television set and erases the Mike Ditka comment from his email.
Walter: *typing*
Dear, stupid ass who eat his neighbours bran muffins,
I hope that fat kid comes down to your house, and eats you! I mean to think that you can compare that piece of internet trash, Mickey Swan, to... MR W!!!!!!!! is absolutely retarded. The W, has his number, and there is absolutely nothing Swan can do to win the match. This is just another useless fanboy article where you don't know shit.
Thank You, kiss my ass, and have a shitastic day...
Mr. W
PS. Your mom knows who is gonna win. I showed her last night....
Walter finishes typing the email and sends it off. He then pulls open another email, this time it's adressed to Mickey Swan.
Walter:
Heya Mickey,
I just wanted to tell ya, that come this Saturday, I am going to kick your ass like never before. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to punt that bullshit hacker talk right out of your smug face! Hopefully, you will be prepared for the ctrl, alt, DELETE! that you are about to face. Unlike you, I have been studying tapes, and keeping an eye out. What have you been doing? Eating Red vines and drinking mister pib...crazy delicious eh? Anyways, prepare to be executed like that piece of shit DOS program that I am using to boot my PC.
Have a good week,
Mr. W
Walter stops typing a rechecks his spelling, before sending it off. Afterwards, he logs off the computer and heads to his dungeon to train...