Daniels v Washington

[UKWF]

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[Sam Washington]

The American Ultras arrive in London ahead of Sam Washingtons UK debut at UKWF. But their faces aren’t one of excitement or ones of encouragement. Their faces are scrunched up with confusion about the way of life over the British side of the pond as they hear the infamous accents. They pick up their luggage and try to dash out as fast as they can.



“Boss I wanna go home!”



“Yeah this place is weird! What the hell is that accent from?!”



SW: “Don’t worry brothers. We made the English language American and made it better. Come on lets get some food.”



They stop at a Kripsy Kreme donut stall to pick up the sugary sweets before they head off to their hotel.



SW; “Ah, American food! This is more like it!”



They are welcomed by the trainee staff member.



“Hi what would you like?”



SW: “A dozen jelly donuts please woman.”



The trainee doesn’t understand.



SW: “Jelly donuts? You know the usual.”



“We don’t have jelly donuts?”



SW: “You do it’s over there (points to them)”



“Oh jam! Of course!”



SW: “Jam Donuts? JAM DONUTS? What the hell is wrong with this country?! ITS CALLED A JELLY DONUT. ITS OUR AMERICAN FOOD WE CALL IT JELLY DONUTS!”



“Hey boss look!”



They point to the kids poster which has the colouring book, and one of the ultras point to the fact they have misspelled the word Colour.



SW: “Colour? Colour?! ITS’ COLOR!! What kind of fraudulent shit is this! When you have American food and American outlets you have it 100% the American way! Not your way! You lost the war to us and we have saved your asses so many times that we have lost count! So the least you could do is not mess it up!”



The trainee is confused and pressured that she doesn’t know what to do. Before she knows it Sam grabs the donuts and pays her to his disapproval.



SW: “And your prices are about as much as I pay an American Whore to give me an American handjob!”



The Ultras leave eating their donuts, but as they don’t have the usual American ingredients they spit some of the pastry treats out to their disgust.



“Someone should sue this place!”



They exit the airport as they see their names on a sign from their private transport hired by UKWF. They approach the well dressed man as they look to leave as soon as possible.



“Good evening Sirs.”



The trio again look on in confusion.



SW: “We asked for an American.”



“Unfortunately he wasn’t able due to a bout of sickness. I’ll let you consume your confectionaries and we will be on our way!”



The Ultras look at each as veins start to pop on Sams head.



SW: “This guy is so fucking lucky I can take my anger out on Levi Daniels at Declared Defiance. I FUCKING HATE ENGLAND!!!!”



“Let’s get a move on lads!”



Sam throws him in the boot and drives away.