CONCACAF Nations League Finals ft. Messi

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Canada is getting their a** kicked by the US in the CONCACAF Nations League and the Main Event Marauder is dressed to represent his adopted home country, America. He had a bluetooth ear piece and was sporting the USA World Cup jersey with five inch inseam navy blue shorts and a pair of Jordan 7 Retro Olympics. Nobody was touching his swag on this day. Patriotism was reigning free due to the immaculate 2-0 lead that would surely grow. This USA team went through a cheap shooting Mexico squad with ease and was growing on the international stage with each match. World Cup 2024 for the good guys? Maybe. Old Glory was being waved proudly which was ironic given the liberal soccer fanbase. Allegiant Stadium was rocking and the man recently deemed SIZZLIN' HOT by GQ magazine was soaking in beautiful lights of the gambling paradise. Summers had more business in Vegas than the game however. The Marauders had recently opened up a wrestling centered sportsbook and were testing it out on the market in Vegas. There were rumors that Rosario's outfit was trying to sneak into some of the gambling game but the rags are saying he might have been thwarted.

Being a Miami native and having recently used some Marauder funds to purchase a stake in the Inter Miami, Summers was starting to get more invested in, as Hiro would call it, fútbol. He was sitting next to recently signed superstar Lionel Messi and possible arrival Sergio Busquets. Trying to strike up conversation, the business genius asks, "So... Los taxes right?" He lets out an awkward chuckle to no response from either star who are more interested in their own conversation and the game. SIZZLIN' HOT twiddles his thumbs looking down before taking a bite of his popcorn. The duo make it on the jumbotron being shown at the game, much to the delight of the fans and players alike. The screen pans to Summers who the crowd begin to erupt in boos. The Mexican conglomerate who stayed to watch the finals being chanting a homophobic slur at Summers. One fan hands Messi a battery and points at Summers. Messi throws the battery at the head of the massive interest holder in Inter Miami for a huge pop. Summers would hold his head and stand up. The extra time finished and it was time for the halftime break for WWFG's most underutilized star.

"Necesito cerveza vatos. I'll be back before the ball kicks." Summers pantomimes a kicking motion as if that conveyed what he was trying to express. The Beast of the Southeast would make his way through the waves of supporters on both sides finding his way to a beer line that had suspiciously no line and only one bartender with their back turned. Must be closed. Summers continued on finding a more active stand where he could mingle and brag to any nearby ear. A fan in a Cornette face tee shirt points at him and grumbles to himself about how much his EEW match was the drizzling shits. Summers took it in stride waiting his turn until he got to the bartender who was also turned away.

"Ayo boss, let me holler at you for a quick Yuengling and a shot of Jack."  

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Pulling a green bottle of Yuengling, uncapping it, the bartender stuck it out, past the bar, a flip and contents of the bottle came guzzling out at the feet of Summers!
"What's the matter? Too good to lap at the ground like the vile coat riding dog that you are?" Was the bartender's not so serviceable reply.. only he wasn't a bartender!

It was Nick Williams! And jacked at that! Apparently he made good use of his time in the yard! Wait?! Isn't the yard gang divided?! Who is he affiliated with?!
Now if Summers was smart and quick to catch on that trouble is abound once more, reaching for his collar to pull him over the bar for a brawl!

 

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"Aw dude come on. It's no Kirkland Light but that's a quality beer your draining out there."

Summers watches the beer pour down by his feet fizzling and bubbling as suds surrounded his soles. The Main Event Marauder looked up to see who he needed to voice his concern to. Upon raising his head and lowering his shady rays, he caught a aural taunt and found himself face to face with the demon haunting him these past few months. It was prison swoll Nick Wiliams before him, rivaling Summers's own TRT shred.

"Now this is just getting ludi-!"

Summers was pulled up and over the bar by Williams and immediately went on the defensive. It seemed Nick was wanting to get some practice for their huge match at the second biggest show of the year, Summerslam. SIZZLIN' HOT was more than willing to oblige to this after his last sporting event was ruined at the Archangel's hands. The crowd of people waiting for their drink watched as Summers went to go for an exchange of fists with the temporary barkeep.  

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Throwing the Marauder into the bar pit, Nick got some good heavy hands in, yet to his surprise and delight of viewers, SIZZLIN' HOT Summers was fighting back hard!
Summers wasn't going into Summerslam like a cheap chump! Williams was soon clocked across the bar! Brantley must've been getting claustrophobic!
Shoving the ex-convict off and to the beer puddled floor! Enraged further at the soiling of his attire!
He'd grab at a nearby stool to bash Brantley once over, once he got over!

 

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Summers was able to defend himself much better than his previous attack at the hands of Williams. This was giving the Main Event Marauder some confidence to keep pushing until the wooden barstool came crashing over Summers's head and smashing into pieces. Summers was busted open hard way there and created a hazardous environment for the beverages as he fell face first into the ice cooler.

The blood froze quickly leaving Summers stuck in the ice with no way to defend himself. He flailed in the ice yelling for help from this assault but the muffled noise could be heard by no one.  

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A nice fellow attempted to help, pull him up, and shoved for his efforts, by a murderous Nick Williams, who pushed Summers head back in!
Grabbing a random beer hose, Nasty Nick nefariously yanked a gasping head out from the ice cooler!
"Haven't been a good bartender, have I?" He queried more to himself than Brantley. "Here's a drink on me!" Spraying beer into a maw that cried for air!

 

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Summers was stuck there in the freezer until Nick picked him out of the ice and started spraying beer from a nozzle. It was going to a terrible, foamy pour which would make it harder for Summers to breathe. Trying to spit out as much foam but drink as much of the liquid as he could made for a challenge. SIZZLIN' HOT did come all the way here for a cold one so he didn't to take advantage despite the abuse. The gurgling sound emanating from Summers could hardly be considered responses.

In between sprays so the hose could build pressure, Summers managed to pull a few breathes. Nick Williams was taking out arguably to biggest name in the game and the crowd watching Nick use a classic interrotorture technique wondered. Why was Nick Williams, fresh out the pen, targeting the Main Event Marauder, SIZZLIN' HOT Summers upon his return. The Archangel was the one with the questions to answer.  

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"Strange, isn't it? Rancid garbage has the connections to get me out, hire me, to remove dirt like you.."
Ceasing his water boarding crime, Nick shoved his victim to the floor! Tossing the alcoholic hose aside, his foot would find a spot many times over to rest on Summers hip!
"Thirst quenched?! Not looking too hot Summers! Where's your sizzle?! What happened to your other Marauders?!" Williams fell into a taunting tirade!

 

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Summers was thrown to the ground and curled into a ball as Williams stomped his hip and belittled him. The Main Event Marauder was alone right now. He doesn't have the cache to bring anyone along with him to sit with Messi and Busquets yet. Summers got an answer about Nick Williams though. Someone had to have sent the Archangel after SIZZLIN' HOT. This was likely in relation to the Allentown assassination earlier in the year that put Vaseline 'The Vase' Man on the shelf right now.

Summers could only let out groans as he tried to crawl away before Nick Williams. It was a pathetic display but he was short of breathe and showing the beginning stages of a crimson mask forming. "No maaaaas.. No maaaaas..." The fluent foreign language speaker let out his best Roberto Duran impression as he looked for an escape of some sort from the man he's never beaten, Nick Williams.  

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Crinkling his face in confusion, Williams stepped up beside Summers and crouched, grabbing a handful of styled hair!
"Mas? What's that? What do you want? Mas?" Face lighting up in understanding! "Oh! Mustard! Ok! Hold on!"
Jutting back up to a stand, Nick spotted a food concession right across from the alcohol venders! "Mustard!"
A quick step over, no need to push anyone, fans backstage had huddled back with phones up, Nick snatched a yellow bottle!

Looking back to Brantley, the brat had managed to get a surge of energy, from a few cheering fans, and now he had crawled several feet from where he was!
Irritation and anger plagued The Archangel's face, he told him to stay! Walking back, Nick didn't bother walking around Summers, instead walked right over him!
Stepping on SIZZLIN' HOT calf, thigh, buttocks, spine, and stopped to stand center back! A splurt!
Then a long line of yellow squirts out, layering the top of his victim's head!

 

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Summers was stopped in his tracks by Williams stepping on him. He was still having trouble breathing and Williams stepping on Summers was not helping the situation. Feeling the yellow condiment splatter the back of his head, Summers began to violently flail around, not one hundred percent sure that he was getting mustard poured on him. SIZZLIN' HOT yelled out for help but none looked to be coming.

At the same time, his selfie with Messi and Busquets was making the rounds all over social media. Memes like the classic "Blud thinks he's part of the team", "Who the fook is this guy", and "an athlete and his two fans" were being imposed in and around the picture and getting accompanied by phone video captures of the current halftime assault by Nick Williams.