In the sandy hell storm that is Texas, the greatest generation that ever lived is battered and torn from the greatest battle of we've ever known. The Millennial generation recovers from the brutal effects of war with the Baby Boomers, and cronies who dared to cut of their wi-fi or refuse them the right to wear their snap back hats backwards. The great Swag War Z 3,000 Remix Turbo has pushed the Millennials to the limit. Many threaten to leave. Mainly due to the fact that Ultra was tomorrow and they needed to find some molly to truly enjoy that crazy fresh dope EDM music and
Donning his signature, platinum, chrome, diamond encrusted, and gold mask. The Barack Obama of head trauma, El Swago (who isn't Ricky Runn, fuck you for suggesting that) saunters over to a soap box with swag in his step that can comparable to a mix between Jay-Z and Jesus Christ. The new generation needed a leader, they needed a voice they need... and they will have El Swago!
With a snap of his fingers, the diamond, gold, platinum, chrome, and silver laced El Swago snapped his fingers. With that mighty, and powerful snap, a bright light shined down upon El Swago. A spotlight to match his pure, unmatched awesomeness and swag. The once indifferent and bored young adults turned to the General Swagtrooper and stared in awe. The shine from the various gems, and shiny metals made the Swaggin' one seemingly immortal.
Then seemingly from the heavens, a microphone descended down to Swago. It rolled down slowly, fitting perfectly in his smooth, but strong hand. He spoke into the mic, his sexy, clearly Latin accent rang into the ears of the people.
El Swago:My people, my generation! Is this what has happened to us? Is this what we will allow the old cronies to do to us? To lay us all to the wayside and let them rise to power? Are we going to allow the old guard to let them do as they please? For too long, we allowed the big nosed, pompous assed jerkwads like Constantine to walk all over the up and comers, the new guys the rookies. El Swago can't stand the idea that a man like the big nosed, goopy faced Constantine will be getting a world title shot before El Swago.
Parts of the crowd stood up and began to pay attention to Swago's speech, the troops starting to rally from his words alone.
El Swago:El Swago stands for you, my generation. He stands for the ones who are pushed down to raise the old men trying to cling to former glory. Fools with big noses like Constantine have tried to reach the top, the pinnacle, the brass ring and has failed time and time again. Only recently with his Elite X title reign did he embark on making sure he beat up on pretty chicas like Aubrey Sloan and Eve Taylor for what? To try and convince people he still has it? What a fool. Does he not know El Swago and his people are the future?
The crowd began to whistle and cheer loudly for their Swaggin' savior of all time. Now the once beaten and defeated army of youngsters and forgotten youth stand for El Swago. They wave their smart phones praising their voice for their generation.
El Swago:Constantine has never faced the Swaggin' one when it mattered, whatever prime Constantine used to have is long and gone. He knows it, and El Swago knows it. He wants a world title match because even he knows that there's only so much left in his tank. He doesn't want to end up like Austin Reynolds or stuck clinging to old beef like Chris K.O. Constantine can't get his big nose out of a future that clearly doesn't want him.
From the same origin of the giant spotlight and the microphone, a large pinata floated down on a rope. The pinata itself was a giant, and massive nose. Around the nose was an Elite X Title from WZCW. (Which is a perfect Christmas gift on sale 30% for the holidays!) The pinata started to reach into arms reach of the crowds of El Swago's generation and fans.
El Swago: The Swaggin' one gives you the gift that keeps on giving. A gift of the future WZCW management can do what they please with the Elite X title, Swago knows his amor Becky Serra will have his back to the end. El Swago will prove his worth with the title and will prove that the world needs to do away with the old men and the hags of the world like Constantine and his big ole' smelly nose! Feliz Navidad bitches!
Suddenly the crowd of cheering teenagers and Millennials became armed with shovels and began to beat the giant nose pinata into oblivion, the nose busted open with jewels, gold chains, and other Swagtastic items. The crowd then proceeded to bury the nose because symbolism. Also, Verbal RKO.