Post by Rad Gnarley on May 3, 2008 20:36:31 GMT -5
*The camera fades in on JC and Mikey Malicious. CK isn't currently in sight, but the 'moaning' sounds eminating from an adjacent door indicates where he may be. Standing with them is a steaming Stormy.*
So J.. *big moan* ...SO JC what about... *a girls squeal* Oh fuck this...
*Stormy drops the mic and storms off view, the sound of a slamming door and running down a hall soon after. JC and Mikey just stare off in the directio she went for a second before turning their attention back to the camera, Mikey picking up the mic*
[M] Alright AWF, this is Mike Malicious here with the toughest man in the business today, JC Malicious. How are J-man?
[J] Doin great M-dawg, though I'd be alot better if I had my World title.
[M] Understandable. We heard the big red retard spout off some sort of 'I'm dead so pry the belt from my dead hands but you can't cause I'm already dead' bullshit story, and about how great he is, but the fact of the matter is he came in at the end of the match, picked off easy targets, and then catches the FIRST man into the match with a lucky shot for the 3...that man being yourself. Tell us, whats your take?
[J] *looks as though hes deep in thought for a second* Well...honestly, isn't that how pussy bitches do it?? *Mikey nods in considered agreement* I mean, I'm first man in...and out of everyone else, I'm the last man standing with the anorexic Mr. Kool-Aid. And no matter what kind of jack off steps up to mouth off, that FACT alone should guarantee me #1 contendership right there. So Pegasus *Mikey whispers* Osiris? What kind of shitty name is that?? That's gayer then Pegasus!
[M] I know..
[J] So Osiris, if you're half the man you are in your own mind, how bout you step up to the plate and take on yours truly in a match of skill. I'm talking a best of three ladder match, imagine three titles hanging above the ring, each representing a half of the strap. First man to pull down two to create a whole becomes the champ. No tricks, no cheating, no relying on steriod enduced rages to win, just skill. So tell me, oh great one...what say you??
[M] Indeed, *turns to face the camera along with JC* What say you....
*the camera fades on the faces of the two Boyz as the tell tell sounds of a massive orgasim rips from the back room, and the scene goes black..*
*Stormy drops the mic and storms off view, the sound of a slamming door and running down a hall soon after. JC and Mikey just stare off in the directio she went for a second before turning their attention back to the camera, Mikey picking up the mic*
[M] Alright AWF, this is Mike Malicious here with the toughest man in the business today, JC Malicious. How are J-man?
[J] Doin great M-dawg, though I'd be alot better if I had my World title.
[M] Understandable. We heard the big red retard spout off some sort of 'I'm dead so pry the belt from my dead hands but you can't cause I'm already dead' bullshit story, and about how great he is, but the fact of the matter is he came in at the end of the match, picked off easy targets, and then catches the FIRST man into the match with a lucky shot for the 3...that man being yourself. Tell us, whats your take?
[J] *looks as though hes deep in thought for a second* Well...honestly, isn't that how pussy bitches do it?? *Mikey nods in considered agreement* I mean, I'm first man in...and out of everyone else, I'm the last man standing with the anorexic Mr. Kool-Aid. And no matter what kind of jack off steps up to mouth off, that FACT alone should guarantee me #1 contendership right there. So Pegasus *Mikey whispers* Osiris? What kind of shitty name is that?? That's gayer then Pegasus!
[M] I know..
[J] So Osiris, if you're half the man you are in your own mind, how bout you step up to the plate and take on yours truly in a match of skill. I'm talking a best of three ladder match, imagine three titles hanging above the ring, each representing a half of the strap. First man to pull down two to create a whole becomes the champ. No tricks, no cheating, no relying on steriod enduced rages to win, just skill. So tell me, oh great one...what say you??
[M] Indeed, *turns to face the camera along with JC* What say you....
*the camera fades on the faces of the two Boyz as the tell tell sounds of a massive orgasim rips from the back room, and the scene goes black..*
