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Chris MacBeth · (03-02-2016)

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Weee are the champions my friends

We'll keep on fighting, till the end.

We are the Champions

We are the champions.

No time...

For losers...

Because, we are the champions.

Oftheworld!

Chris, Ted and Dave finish watching the video on Sully's phone and laugh. Shit, that was a fun night. says Chris.

The previous night the boys could be found enjoying a spot of Karaoke in the Blind Tiger Bar down south pescos road. Don't ask why they are wearing Christmas Jumpers in March, there just drunk and a little bit high.

Ted: "So you ready for Saturday Chris?"

Chris: "Fuck yeah, of course I am, my partner for the night though, I'm not so sure.

Dave: "What, that freaky looking dickhead, what makes you say that?"

Chris: "I just have the feeling that weird fuckers isn't even going to show up, and even if he does, is he really going to be able to do much against Mr F'n Impotent, Haha the flaccid warrior, fuck his partner for the night probably couldn't even get his excitement levels up. That being said I understand he has nothing to be excited about. He has more to be embarrassed about to be honest especially after all the trash he has been talking about myself and Freaky McVeigh. Once I beat him and his partner single handedly it would pretty much cement his status of former star, now an embarrassing failure.

Ted: "Hey is this the douche?"

Ted aimed is phone towards Chris, a picture of Trax was on the screen.

Chris: "Yeah, that's the tool, how come you have a picture of him on your phone?"

Ted: "Oh, it's online, it's on his Grindr profile, hey his e-mail address is on here too, I'm gonna email him.

Chris: "Why the fuck are you on Grindr."

Ted:"Don't ask"

Ted begins tapping his screen writing an email to Trax.

The events of last night.

The evening started in the bar at the Wynne. Chris, Ted, Dave and Sullivan were sat having a drink. Macbeth, Sully and Ted had a beer, Dave with some sort of fruit cocktail. They stayed at the bar for a few hours listening to the very attractive lounge singer perform some old classics from artists who had previously held residence on the Vegas strip.

A little bit wobbly after all the booze they left the Wynne to head down the strip to find something to eat. It was decided that the sport of choice would be the rotating restaurant at the top of the Stratosphere Tower. This was mainly because the organised Sullivan had already previously booked a table for the four of them knowing full well this unorganized bunch he was with would probably end up getting to drunk of high to decide on a place on their own. It's always good to have a sensible one among your group and Sully thrived on it.

After the meal they stepped out onto the deck of the tower and looked out over the Vegas strip. Dave sparked up a joint and the four men just stained out to the bright glowing neon lights and passed the joint around themselves, well Dave, Ted and Chris did, Sully was trying to remain sensible seeing as Chris had hired him to be his personal assistant as a gesture of good will after his friends marriage had ended and kids had grown up and no longer needed him he was feeling about down.

At some point during the staring/joint smoking it was decided that they would go on a couple of the rides that sit atop the tower. So that's what they did. First was the X-Scream ride which went pretty well considering the drunkenness of the guys and the fact they had just eaten a massive meal. Unfortunately it was when they say on Insanity is where the issue occurred. They all climbed up and sat in their seats and got themselves fastened in place. The ride slowly made its way out over the edge and began the spinning motion.

The guys were enjoining it at the most part, well all but Sully who had turned a funny shade of green.

Dave: "Oh shit, he's gonna blow!"

Chris and Ted looked over towards Sully just has the spin spread began to slow to a stop as the ride ended and a massive amount of vomit projected out of there older friends mouth and fell to the street below.

Meanwhile

9 Year old Joshua and his family we stood on the Vegas Strip. Jimmy was having the best time, he had just seen the fountains at the Bellagio, The Pirate Show outside the Treasure Island and was slowed to spend a load of mummy and daddies money on sweets at the big M&M store, and then at the weekend he gets to go to XWF Shove It, this had been the best holiday he had ever had.

Joshua: Mum, maybe if we meet Trax he will sign my shirt.

Joshua pointed to his Mr F'n Dominance shirt he is wearing. Suddenly out of nowhere what seems like vomit splatters all over his face, neck and chest covering his favourite Trax shirt.

Even more sad of the boy is his mother has a terrible gag reflex and as soon as she smells he vomit, she then vomits herself all over the back of the poor lads back.

Back to the lads

Sullivan had gone back to the hotel for a bit, he wasn't feeling well at all. The others had made their way back down to the strip and had just entered the Plant Hollywood with the aim of drink a lot more at Blondies but not before Chris being a consummate professional posed for a photo with an XWF fan, and despite the little chap for some reason smelling like vomit he smiled and signed and autograph. He is pretty sure he heard Dave try to persuade the kids mum and dad into a threesome. He failed obviously.

Once in Blondies the beers started blowing again and the discussion came up as to wear they can find a place that does Karaoke. The discussion stopped when a group of very attractive ladies walked in to the bar and stood at the bar along side of them. Ted approached first but soon returned with his tail between his legs. A few minutes passed and Dave tried his luck with the same results except he managed to get a drink thrown in his face as well, the others dreaded to think what he had said to them. So it was down to Chris to save the day. With in minutes the other boys were called over and the three of them and the group of girls were headed off too he next venue, the Blind Tiger Bar for Karaoke. At some point on the way they had bumped into Sully who was felling much better and roaming the strip looking for them. They eventually reached the bar where they would Karaoke the night away.

THE EMAIL.

Dear Trax,

I checked out your profile on Grindr, and damn you is fine.

Maybe one day you can throw me around the bedroom like you throw them wrestlers around the ring.

Love,

Jimbob.

Chris Macbeth's Backstage Page

1 X XWF Hart Champion - 04/27/16 - 06/08/16
1 X XWF Tag Team Champion. - 04/06/16 - 05/25/16
1 X Heavy Metal Weight Champion - 04/29/13 - 05/05/13
1 X 24/7 Federweight Champion - 02/21/16 - 02/23/16
1 X Star of the Month

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