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The F-Ups vs. Manvel & Derek Adonis
Topic Started: Mar 11 2017, 04:34 AM (73 Views)
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The F-Ups vs. Manvel & Derek Adonis



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Ooc: Probably some of the dumbest stuff I've ever written, but man I loved it.



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Narrator: Well, the world witnessed greatness descending upon the ring belonging to Supreme Championship Wrestling, when the world’s greatest tag team, the tag team voted in by fans earning them the label of your favorite tag team, yes the Fuck Ups made their triumphant return to SCW and demolished…demolished, really?

[INSERT WHISPERING]

Narrator: Alright, alright. They returned and demolished the tandem known as Trailer Park Trash, who were straight out of Texas, hoping to achieve their dream of making it to the big leagues, only to have those hopes and dreams thrashed and demolished…again with that word…

[INSERT SOUND OF LEAD PIPE TAPPING AGAINST GLASS]

Narrator: Thrashed and demolished by the tag team that will be known as the most dominant tag team in wrestling history…yes that’s right, the Fuck Ups. It would be best to forget the days where Dark Fantasy ruled the division, making it beyond boring and basically killing it in the process. Yes, forget the days where Bad Company defended the titles every couple of months, making the belts mean…dick? Seriously…

[INSERT SOUND OF CHAINSAW REVVING UP]

Narrator: My God….Yes, Bad Company made the belts mean dick. Go ahead and remove the memory of the Dresser Boys making the belts semi-relevant, and forget when Karnivale made a mockery of the belts. Forget about the days when the Next Level managed to bore us with their reigns and drink away the sorrows we all felt when the B and B Experience won the straps, before allowing the abomination that is the Honour Code grab hold of the SCW tag team championships.

Narrator: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the SCW tag team titles to be saved. They need to be saved from the men who claim to be heroes, heroes who will fight the right way and who will uphold honor with a “U” when it comes to stepping foot inside of the squared circle. Not only do they need to be saved from the would-be heroes because they like…suck and are total garbage, but because they like…are boring for crying out loud. Lexi Helms is the most entertaining thing about this tag team and now that the Fuck Ups have become her loyal servants, it is only right that they remove the weight of the tag team titles away from the Honour Code, so that AJ Helms is freed up to spend as much time as humanly possible with the gorgeously delicious Lexi…Is this even necessary? I studied at Julliard for goodness sake…

[INSERT SOUND OF GUN COCKING]

Narrator: Yes, the gorgeously delicious Lexi Helms deserves to be with her man twenty four seven, so the Fuck Ups intend on defeating Honour Code for the SCW tag team titles, and breaking AJ away from the ever boring Shaun Cruze. It is a wonderfully brilliant plan that started with the demolishing of Trailer Park Trash and will continue with the man who makes Juice question his sexuality, Manvel and his tag team partner, Derek Adonis. Yes it is a wonderfully brilliant plan as the dastardly villains that are the Fuck Ups try to take over the world…tag team titles…


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Preeee-Seeent

Scott Reed AKA Beard, stepped foot into his hotel room shortly after the Fuck Ups return match with SCW had ended. He removed his bitchin mask and stroked his even bitchin-ier beard. He let out a sigh, and turned to go to the bathroom only to be met by a foot to the face. Reed landed hard onto the floor and blinked a few times trying to regain his bearings, as well as find out who fucking kicked him. It didn’t take long and upon discovering the identity of the kicker, Reed felt a sense of a dread. He saw the beard and the hair. All red everything, all ginger.

It was Magnum XL.

Magnum- How are you, ya piece of shit?

Reed- Why are you here? How did you get in here? I thought you died years ago. I guess only Paul Walker can go out in a blaze of glory.

Magnum pulled Reed up, but not like he used to. Reed noticed Magnum straining somewhat. Reed smirked, knowing that it was because he was in impeccable shape, while Magnum definitely wasn’t.

Magnum- Ah nah, man. Nothing can keep me down. You know me. I keep going and going and going. I’m like the little energizer bunny, son.

Reed- Well, why are you here? Did the wife leave you and take the kids again? If that’s the case, I can give you the keys to the rental and let you go for broke if need be. Keep crashing into trees until you get it right. I would totes do that for you, bruh. Just say the word.

Magnum- Don’t make me kick your ass little man. My wife and kids are great. I give it to my lady every night. Have you even had a lady yet?

Reed hesitated, still haunted by his conversation with Veronica during his college days. The word “virgin” started to repeat more than Josh Hudson used to during his “Lesnar” days.

Reed- Don’t worry about me. I get my ass than a toilet seat, you pasty d-bag. What are you doing here?

Magnum- Yeah, if you say so. But to answer your question numb nuts, I am here because of that mockery you and your little mask wearing boyfriend made of yourselves in the ring. You guys pulled this same crap nearly a decade ago. A decade is ten years right?

Scott simply nodded.

Magnum- Well, you fuck sticks pulled the same thing nearly a decade ago. Don’t you think its time you both grew up and made something of yourselves? I went out and I made history. I made a name for myself in this industry.

Scott could not help but laugh and laugh he did.

Magnum –What the hell is so funny, limp dick? I went toe to toe with that Hallucinogen twat and I made Memphis Cade look like twenty bucks. That is more than you accomplished, so suck it.

Scott- Yeah you really didn’t do anything to be honest, bro. You just like…yelled a lot and got beat. It was pretty hilarious if you ask me, dude. And you can ask me if you want.

Magnum: What the hell did you or that other idiot do? Neither one of you accomplished anything.

Scott: Hey, I was in the ring against Greaternity bro. I would have won had it not been for my other team mates. Juice sure as hell wasn’t in there doing anything.

Just then, Scott heard his phone go off. He tried his best to mask his excitement because nobody really texts him, as he slowly reached for his phone. When he picked it up, Scott rolled his eyes and turned to see if Magnum noticed. Scott looked back at his phone to see that it wasn’t Sienna Swann confessing her undying love for him or Lexi sending him another half nude pic. It was just a text from Juice.

Juice – I lasted longer than you did in Taking Hold of the Flame back in the two-oh-eleven sucka! And remember, I am right next door dumb a$$!

Scott then looked up and away, as dramatic music began to play in his mind. Scott started to take a look back at his wrestling career. He heard, along with the dramatic music, Magnum’s voice repeating the word “accomplishment” over and over again.

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Beeee---Fooooo


It was sometime before the Fuck Ups decided to make their return to SCW. They were both going down separate paths at the time, both men trying their hand at the independent wrestling scene. Juice achieved a bit more success as Beard didn’t have nearly as much experience. But Beard had finished one of his last few matches, which he actually managed to win. He removed his mask and stroked his awesome beard before seeing that his flip phone from 2008 was flashing. Beard, now Scott Reed, reached into his bag and removed his phone to read the message. It was a text from Juice, stating that they needed to talk, like yesterday.

Scott rolled his eyes, not wanting to call the man he turned on a few years prior in SCW, dropping him faster than Rachel Foxx did heroin. Taking a few deep breaths, Scott made his way to the toilet, draped the lid in toilet paper, dropped his pants and took a seat, before making the call.

Juice- Yo bro, how goes it?

Scott rolled his eyes. He had graduated from college and didn’t want to revert back talking like a moron.

Scott: I am doing fine, sir. What can I do for you?

Juice- Are you dropping heat, dude? I’m only asking because like I can hear you silently grunting and shit. I wish you wouldn’t call me when you’re talking to a man about a horse. It’s just rude.

Scott- What do you want?

Juice- Look man, we need to get back together. Okay, like seriously. I mean, I am great on my own. I’ve even won a few titles, but it’s not the same. And you…well, you still suck, but I feel like with me guiding you, you could totally like win some shit, and shit. Ya feel me?

A splash came from underneath Scott as he took a deep breath, finding himself imagining the possibilities of a Fuck Ups reunion. He told himself that the Rolling Stones got back together. Most of the Beatles got back together. Why couldn’t…splash…quiet grunt…they?

Scott- It is something that I’d have to mull over.

Juice- What is there to even think about, dog? Let’s just do it and like fuck shit up again. Just like the old days.

Splash. Grunt. Silent grunt of course…

Scott- What is there to think about? Bro, I had to like constantly remind you that we had matches. I had to push you to cut promos, but half the time you didn’t even do that. You want to be all happy go lucky, but the world isn’t happy and go lucky. This ain’t Disney, son. The world is a dark place. It made me bitter. That is why I had to turn on you and leave you lying and crying, begging for your mama…

Juice- Yo, bro. You ain’t gotta bring my moms into this, alright? But I get what you’re saying. I respect your opinion and shit, but you gotta see if from my point of view. Win or lose, we love wrestling and we are making fat stacks either way.

Scott- It is about way more than making fat stacks, dude. I want to win titles. I want to win. I take this shit very, very seriously. I hate losing. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I don’t want to end up going crazy like James Evans did. If I have to then I will, but I don’t want to.

Juice- You need to calm yo tits, dude.

Splash, loud grunt due to anger.

Scott- And you need to get real…

Someone in the next stall slammed their fist against the stall wall.

???- Hey shut the fuck up. I’m trying to shit in peace over here.

Scott- Look man, I don’t want to get back together with you. It was a waste of time, last time. I’m not putting myself through it again.

Juice- Ok, ok. Just think about it and get back to me. Besides, there is something else I wanted to talk to you about. So like my dad died yesterday and the funeral is Saturday. I’d really love for you to come. So I will see you then. Remember to think about the tag team. Deuces.

And before Scott could reply or process anything Juice had said, Juice had hung up. Scott could not believe his ears. It was all too much to think about. He tried to focus his mind, but couldn’t due to the person in the next stall.

???: Hey man, I hope everything works out with you and your significant other, especially with Trump in the office. In saying that, can you pass me some TP?

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Preeee-Seeent

The dramatic music died while the memory faded. Scott Reed found himself away from the toilet and back in his hotel room.

Magnum-What the hell are you doing over there, you fucking weirdo? Staring off into space and shit. I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last seven minutes.

Scott shook his head and turned to face the man who was once a part of the Fuck Ups. Scott looked at him in utter disgust.

Scott- I was reflecting on the past. I have a lot of internal struggles that you probably wouldn’t know anything about. I am a conflicted man.

Magnum- Are you talking about the time you lost your parents?

Scott- The time? You act like its happened more than once, you dickwad. It happened once and I was left their K-Mart empire. I ended up going back to school for finance so I could like, learn finance shit…

Magnum cut Scott off.

Magnum- Yet here you are…wrestling in a mask again, like you have no nuts in your sack.

Scott stood up and stared, stoically at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall before him, puffing his chest out in the process.

Scott- I failed them…in death. I will not fail them…in life.

Magnum held a look of confusion on his face and it’s not like anyone could really blame him. Even if he is a ginger.

Magnum- What the fuck? Come on now, wait a second…

Now Scott cut Magnum off, turning to him and staring at him with a gaze Scott felt was fiery and filled with enough furious anger to make Samuel L. Jackson proud.

Scott- No, you shut up and listen…

Magnum arched his eyebrow, not sure if he needed to get up and attempt to slap the now overly buff Fuck Upper, or keep his ginger mouth shut.

Scott- There is a storm coming, little broke and pathetic Magnum. I suggest you and the rest of your limp dick friends, as well as anyone else who doubts the Fuck Ups, to batten down the hatches, because when it hits, you and the rest of the SCW will wonder how you all could live large and ignore us, leaving us with very little.

Magnum remained puzzled, even with his response.

Magnum- You…seem like you…are looking forward…to it?

Scott smirked.

Scott- Stupid Magnum. You broke pathetic imbecile. We, especially me, are adaptable. You mock our masks. You mock are antics, but deep down we know what we are doing. At least, I know what I’m doing. Juice follows my lead.

Scott’s cell went off again. He checked it and saw it was another message from Juice.

Juice-Fuck you. You follow my lead sucka.

Magnum went to speak, but no words came. He got up extra slowly, probably due a bad hip, at least that is what Scott deduced. Scott watched as the ginger wobbled out of the hotel room. Once the door closed, Scott told himself that he stated his intentions. He had to live up to them. He would. The Fuck Ups would rise to prominence.

They would not be stopped.

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SHOOT SUCKA

Beard appeared before the camera, only his face covered in his awesome mask and beard in view. A light shined upon his face and beard. He was ready to make his intentions for his tag team known. He looked down away from the camera for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. When he looked back up, there was a wild grin on his face.

Beard – What a world we live in. Princess Lexi Helms has her man. Sienna Swann is still the classiest and hottest chick out there, while holding the SCW Women’s Championship in the process. And the Fuck Ups are getting the chance to prove what they are truly capable of. Trailer Park Trash, that throw away tandem from Texas proved to be no match for us.

Beard- But I am sure you all counted us out, but that is because you are all like, you know, morons. Yes, you are all morons, which is a label that has been placed upon us from way back when. That is all fine and dandy. We know we got beat up during out last match. We were placed against giants and those giants nearly killed us. Totally uncool by the way, Mr. D. Putting your actual talent in danger like that. It is almost as bad as Princess Lexi not getting Shaun’s SCW Tag Team Championship belt after she won their match for the team.

Beard –But any ways…we were able to topple those giants. We were able to save our own lives, working together, using strategy and the intelligence the crowds have all believed we lacked. We’re not idiots. We’re just ahead of the curve…well, I am at least. I probably shouldn’t speak too much for Juice. That is neither here nor there. But we were able to chop those giants down to size and put them away. That is what we plan on doing with the makeshift team we’ve been placed against this week.

Beard stopped speaking for a moment to have himself a laugh. After he stopped laughing like a donkey with his hee hawing, Beard was able to continue speaking.

Beard- I already have a strategy in place. Manvel is a sexy bastard. That is not something that can be denied. What can be denied however is him being sexier than me. You can actually see my abs. There is no flab. I am all muscle bay bay. This fact will more than likely prove to be too much for him to handle and thus will lead him to his downfall. Adonis, yeah throw a few snacks at him, I am sure that would do the trick. Now I am sure you are all wondering why I would give away my plan. Another question you should ask yourself if that is truly the plan. One thing I’ve learned in life is that you have to an ace up your sleeve…

Beard paused and grinned once more.

Beard- And who knows…maybe I do…
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“I’m one with the Juice…. The Juice is with me….”

“I’m one with the Juice…. The Juice is with me….”

It was a Monday afternoon in the F Ups universe, as they like to call it, because they want to feel like they live in a comic book universe like DC without all the dumb Earth’s. Maybe their life is kind of like a Marvel universe where it’s all modern places without the make believe places like in a DC universe. I don’t even freaking know. They’re god damn nerds and that’s that. Chase, or what he likes to be known as, Juice….is holding a juice box in his hands and holding it up like it’s something holy. He’s worshiping it more than he could worship a girl because let’s face it, Chase isn’t that good looking of a guy, but you wouldn’t even know that because you will never see his face because he likes to wear a mask to block his hideous look from the world. Geez, that may have been a little harsh, but I honestly don’t care, and I may be talking so much off topic, but again I don’t give a damn I’m the one telling the damn story. Anyways. Chase, our boy wonder, is holding a Capri Sun juice box, fruit punch flavor, in the air and showing it love. His boy, Scott, better known as, Beard….yeah I just don’t understand where the heck they come up with these names, anyways, Beard comes walking into the room and just stares at Chase for a good couple minutes.

Juice: “I’m one with the Juice… The Juice is with me…”

After a couple more minutes of allowing Juice to keep praising his juice box, Beard finally steps in because he just couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t blame him. He’s watching his friend, which I don’t understand why he’s calling him his friend, praise a god damn juice box like it’s a freaking God or something. Plus, he’s stealing one of the coolest lines from a Star Wars film. I’d stop him too.

Beard: “What in the hell are you doing?”

Juice: “Oh, sorry, I had to show praise to my favorite juice box, because it’s freaking awesome.”

Beard: “It’s a God damn juice box, man, a juice….box.”

Juice: “You praise your beard don’t you?”

Beard: “Hey, this beard is awesome and brings in all the girls. That juice box shit wouldn’t even bring in a fat chick, bro. Heck that tattoo on your shoulder doesn’t even look cool. You’re just a freaking mess man.”

Juice. “Hey man don’t dis my juice, and don’t dis my sweet tattoo….”

Beard: “It’s a freaking Henna tattoo….”

Juice: “So freaking what. It makes me look cool and much more bad ass than you will ever be.”

Beard: “You think so?”

Juice: “I know so.”

Beard: “Whatever makes you happy. That juice box shit got to go though. We got a rep to keep, man. We got to look like mother freaking Kings while we’re in that ring. No more jokes. We’re winners now, not losers like the last time we showed our faces in a SCW ring. It’s time to strike fear into everyone that we go toe to toe with. We gotta take them down like Bane taking down Batman. Sinestro taking down the Green Lantern. Like Lex Luthor taking down Superman.”

Juice: “First, why the heck are you naming DC characters when clearly Marvel is better? Also, why you talking about villains taking down a hero…..we’re suppose to let the people love us!”

Beard: “Marvel sucks, man, stop being so cliché. Also, I told you, we got to look bad ass. Those fans didn’t even give a shit about us last time we were around man. All they wanted to do was laugh at us because how freaking dumb we looked. Now look at us. I got a beard and you got…a tattoo, I guess. And, we are much better than we were years ago. We want to show up all those haters.”

Juice: “So, like you want to be super villains now? If so, I want to be freaking Doctor Octopus. Dude is smart and has multiple arms. I can strike fear into many.”

Beard: “You and your god damn love Marvel….you make me sick.”

Juice: “Dude, Marvel is better than DC in many ways. They have better stories, and better characters. People love Spider-Man, Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Doctor Strange, and Hulk. DC, though, all you mother fuckers have that people like are Batman, and Superman.”

Beard: “Batman, and Superman are more iconic than all your Marvel characters.”

Juice: “Captain America is more iconic.”

Beard: “I should slap you in the face due to how stupid you’re sounding right now.”

Juice: “I wish you would.”

This seems to always happen between the two when the have their little sissy fights over which comic brand is better, Marvel or DC. It’s pathetic if you ask me. Who gives a damn shit about who is better, it’s the same shit. Anyways. Juice, and Beard go face to face like their about to fight but nothing happens, like usual. Beard backs off and shakes his head.

Beard: “You’re not worth my time right now, Chase.”

Juice: “It’s Juice…”

Beard: “Juice, whatever. You got to get your head in the game though. Drop that damn juice box and start prepping for our match against Manvel, and Derek Adonis. We want to show these guys that we ain’t nothing to mess with.”

Juice: “This Juice box is my life, man. It gives me the power I need to….you know….fuck people up.”

Beard: “It’s a juice box. It’s just a box with liquid sugar…”

Juice: “Liquid sugar of mother freaking GOLD!”

Beard: “You’re fucking weird sometimes, bro. Sometimes I wonder if I’m high or something whenever I’m around you. Whatever makes you prepared for our battle on Breakdown, I don’t give a flying fuck what you do. But, do it.”

Juice: “Oh, don’t worry I will.”

After a few seconds Beard taking his leave out of the room as Juice goes back to what he was doing before Beard entered the room and that was praising the juice box…. Yeah, I just don’t get it.

Juice: “I’m one with the Juice…. The Juice is with me….”

I’m just going to end this here…

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“Aw man, I can’t believe I’m finally back inside a wrestling ring. I never thought I would even see or touch a ring again, but here I am! It feels so good. I remember the last time I was here I’d slap people around and make them my bitch, and, well….ok, maybe myself, and Beard wasn’t really fucking people up back then, but still, we were living life long dreams as professional wrestlers. We were living large back then. We were making money and getting the girls, and the girls were just flowing in just like the cash was. It felt so good. And, then everything just stopped. Beard left me because he thought I was moron and didn’t want to be friends with me anymore... I got injured pretty badly and had to leave for a good while. I thought I wasn’t going to wrestle again. Heck, I thought I lost my best friend forever. I wasn’t in a good place, so I had to go in hiding for a while. I needed to rebuild myself. Make myself better, and that is exactly what I did.”

I searched hard and long for the greatest wrestling coach I could find. There was this old man in Kentucky that went by the name of Jumpin’ George Jetson. He was like a seventy-five years old man who said he was some kind of legend in his day, so I believed him and he trained me for a good year or so until he thought I was ready to get back inside the ring. And, now I’m here. Two thousand and seventeen! And, what a year it is going to be for not only myself, but for the man who finally forgave me after so many years, Beard. With no personas and new lives, Beard and myself are ready to take on the world. Even if that means we got to hit below the belt to win, we will do just that.”

“The two morons we’re facing this week better be ready for the pain I’m ready to inflict on them. Manvel, Derek Adonis isn’t going to be prepared. They are going to step in the ring and look eye to eye with us and their going to piss their mother freaking pants. They are going to wish this match got called off. THESE TWO GUYS ARE GOING TO GO DOWN HARD JUST LIKE MANY HEROES HAVE BEFORE! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I’M SCREAMING, BUT I WANT TO MAKE A GOD DAMN POINT! Everyone thought we were a joke before, but this is now. Beard and I aren’t jokes anymore. We may still be called the F ups, but that doesn’t mean we’re the fuck ups. That means we’re fucking people up, and Manvel, and Derek Adonis are about to be fucked up, and they’re going to be fucked up pretty badly after this match is all said and done so they better be ready for all the blood, sweat, and tears they will shed inside that ring on Breakdown!”

"Be prepared mother fuckers!"
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