“Why am I about to even respond to this?! Yes, I am talking about the last and very late attempt to seem relevant in a match that is just a tiny steppingstone toward our objective. Honestly, I was leaning toward the fact that you took my advice Canary. Nope. Instead you want to try and reuse what everyone says, I am going to let Bourbon down. Accept even if I was to come to the match drunk, stoned, and the hell kicked out of me Bourbon wouldn’t be let down. Him and I have a very strong understanding and bond over the hell we have both experienced through our lives.

No, I won’t be drunk, nor stoned, nor beat the hell out of. I will wait until we have our hands raised in victory once again. Then I will go on to start the prepping of festivities for the most elite fighting force on this damn earth’s birthday! The United States Marine Corps birthday November Tenth! Followed by Veterans Day. Two things I should mainly be focusing on but instead I must waste my time, thoughts, and energy on two fuck sticks who need to proclaim their past achievements to feel relevant because the people already forgot. Why I won’t go on to rattle off all our individual and team achievements.

Something the likes of the Motherfuckers don’t need to remind the people every time we speak to the Universe. Simply because they won’t forget our accomplishments, why do you think when we reunite and give it the ole college try one more time, we set standards, we create friction, and we bring spark back to a dying division?! XWF Universe loves them some fuckery from the Motherfuckers. They like the shock and awe, they love the immature antics, if you haven’t noticed majority of our viewers aren’t fucking rocket scientists, no they are everyday people who need an exaggerated violence to take away the pain from the real violence of the world!

Violence I fought and was apart of and still am. No, I’m not out operating like I once did for almost a year at a time. No, I don’t suit up in the best uniform the world has ever created. No, I am not owned by the United States Government, but I still know the darkness that exists, and I strap on my boots now handling it on my own accord. No sanctions, no politics, just a man ready and willing to sacrifice himself to cut off the heads of the evil serpents slithering in the garden. Not only in the streets but in the ring as well.

You may not be a slithering snake Canary, but your partner is one of the most venomous snakes in the game. So, by simply aligning yourself with her you became one of the biggest nuisance that will feel my blade across your neck. Serpent no? Chupacabra most likely. Hell, just you trying to call Robbie Bourbon a bully makes me realize you have no clue what kind of shit you just stepped in. Robbie Bourbon is no bully he is the original man of the people, the hero they didn’t want but needed. Come Warfare you will see what it truly means to be someone of the people.

True men of the people wouldn’t allow the slimy dark claws of a succubus sink into their soul. True men of the people stand up for what is right no matter who or what is around. We have integrity, we have leadership qualities, we have understanding when certain things in life take a higher stage then others. True men of the people don’t wait until the fight comes to them; they bring it to their enemy. Unlike the likes of you and Miss Mist who seem to always be bunkering down, dwelling on the past.

So, what the Motherfuckers walked away for other opportunities. Not opportunities but sacrifices. At least we aren’t stuck on when we where this and that, what we are stuck on is the now. Our road and journey to claiming the tag team championship belts. One team who has done more than the two of you, couldn’t slow us down. So, what in the fuck do you plan to do? Lay in the middle of the road and pretend you are a speed bump, well we roll around in a fucking Tank, a fucking Mountain can’t slow down where we are heading!

Apex was running rancid. Where was the Motherfuckers? Our domination was what basically created the Apex, a group of shit birds who couldn’t stand the good guys being on top, hell Bourbon and Myself took them to the limits even with less numbers. You talk about the 5’2” Mafia like that is who we will be throwing down with come Wednesday, we aren’t we just have to beat down you two fuck nuts before we get to the Mafia. Not that we haven’t handled hooligans who believe they are above anyone else before. I’m damn sure it won’t be the last!

OINK, OINK, Motherfuckers!”

Flipping off the camera on the steps of the white house, BWP slowly turns around heading up the steps. Wearing blacked out camouflage as if he is about to be participating in a zero dark thirty raid. Making it to the top of the steps he is saluted by two Marines in dress blues standing their post. Pig waves the salute off and offers fist bumps instead, knowing the moral from a fist bump is much greater than a salute. Inside the white house Pig is greeted by a few men in suits and is escorted in a timely fashion to a war room.

Once inside the war room, Pig shakes the hands of a couple generals from different branches of the united states military and then with President Donald Trump himself. Before taking a seat, in between two of the generals. Everyone else slowly mingles for a little before taking their seats. Once everyone has come to a silence the briefing begins. A suited man working for the president stands at the front of the room in front of a large viewing screen.

“This is a little footage we have claimed from the ambush that occurred not too long ago in Mexico.”

Static comes over the viewing screen before some clear images of army supplied cartels are engaging one another in a fire fight, catching a small American Convoy of civilians in the crossfire. Not very clear as to what exactly went down, but does it really matter when American lives where taken for nothing but drugs, power, and territory.

“As you just seen we don’t have the greatest details as to what fully went down. We do know the cartel problem in Mexico is very concerning right now and will only grow to a bigger problem as it already has been since before our time. The Mexican Military obviously can’t handle the situation on their own, they have been hit multiple times already this year, only arming the Cartels with more military grade ammunition, vehicles, and gear. Now originally when we first sent out word for this meeting it seemed we would have Mexico’s President behind US troops being deployed onto Mexican soil. Seems he has changed the tune of his whistle so now we are determining to weather or not execute some unsanctioned, dark ops strikes and raids. That is why not only do we have Military Generals and aspects involved but as well as a few outside privatized organizations.”

Pig smiles. Before looking around the room and realizing in fact he was the only member of the war room who isn’t still linked to the military in one way or another. Slowly he rises from his chair and turns his attention directly to Mr. President.

“So, let’s not beat around the bush Sir, you called me here because you know damn well, I am ballsy enough to go in and fight a small army. These are my demands if you want me to accept this mission, it all is on my terms, my team, my orders, and most importantly my tactics. I don’t want any help from any of the other men or who ever they command in this room. I have my own strategists and muscle. No need to even give one slip up to spill this on your administration. Shit here in America is already hectic enough with the Epstein shit, impeachment, Antifa, Ukraine, the Middle East. It’s like a modern day fucking biblical apocalypse no need to add more flame to the turmoil!”

Donald Trump stands up from the head of the table with his standard smug grin.

“Everyone out!”

Everyone quickly obeys and as Pig goes to exit, Mr. President speaks.

“Not you BWP.”

Pig turns back around and takes a seat to the left of the seat Donald Trump was sitting in. Trump makes his way to a rolling bar and pulls out a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label pouring two scotch glasses with a couple ice cubes. He then walks over setting on glass down in front of Pig before making his way back to his seat. Sitting down Trump takes a sip from his scotch glass. Pig being the semi alcoholic that he is takes a gulp spitting one of the ice cubes on the floor when he is finished.

“Not to be a dick or anything but I prefer my scotch without ice.”

Trump swirls his glass then takes another sip.

“You are different than any other man I have had the pleasure if sharing a room with one on one. You’ve never took too the authority that I am, or any other politician is supposed to stand for. You truly hold us as subjects to you the people. It’s refreshing. It’s what I want America to be about. So, you and the Motherfuckers, I assume will agree to this endeavor for America, if you have full reigns. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Not one hundred and ten percent sure everyone in my administration can be trusted. So, I’m giving you the full go ahead with whatever you determine needs to be done, I don’t need any briefing on logistics, targets, or any details. Just make sure those bastards in that shit hole country know that what they did to our citizens will not go unpunished. I mean If you want to go straight comic book Spawn on their asses, feel free, there won’t be any repercussions from here, not if I am in power. Avenge those women and children and make sure it never happens again for at least a few decades!”

Pig slams the rest of his drink and stands up pouring another full glass.

“Motherfuckers will handle this. We will straight go medieval on their asses. No one messes with America and just walks around sipping tequila and eating oranges. The fuckery is going to come down with a BOOM! That’s a damn promise on my life and soul! You just sit back here and make sure to continue fighting for the American People. We will handle the dirty work that needs to be done. Evil only triumphs if good men stand around and allow it, something, I’ve never been able to do.”

Pig slams the rest of his second glass, salutes Mr. President and exits the room nodding to the gentlemen waiting outside. Exiting the white house with a quickness as the Generals and staff flood back into the War Room. Pig then presses a button on his cellphone as he walks to a waiting helicopter.

“Assemble the Motherfuckers, we have some planning too do for after Warfare, America needs us once again!”

Pig presses another button on his cellphone and climbs into the helicopter lighting up a fat cigar as it begins to take off. Pig just stares down at the white house, knowing someone has to keep the people safe from corruption and evil.