Post by Jacob Wilson on Apr 24, 2013 20:35:47 GMT -5
The scenes fades in and you see a dumpy old garage. You see a man with brown spikey hair. He's wearing a glitterly shirt and has a pink feather boa around his neck. He's sitting at a desk in the middle of the room. On the front of the desk has some crappy hand drawn logo on a giant piece of craft paper that says "Slosh Pit". He is putting on what seems to be make up. He grabs a tube of lip gloss and puts it on his lips. He notices the camera man and it some what startled.
Slosh: Oh hey guys. You're here already? Well let me finish getting my face on then we can get started.
He finishes putting on his make up.
Slosh: Ok guy's I'm ready for my close-up.
The camera zooms in and all you can see is his face. Then you hear the voice of the camera man.
Camera Man: We go on air in One..Two..Three..
The camera man now points to Chris Slosh to let him know the camera is rolling and they are on air.
Slosh: Hey everybody especially all you boys to the Slosh Pit. I am your host. "The Bitch Boy" Chris Slosh. I have all kinds of dirt for you today. As well as some product reviews. We all know I love trying new products..
Slosh then blows a kiss at the camera.
Slosh moves to be seen in a different angle.
Slosh: Does this looks better? Or does this?
Slosh moves to a different angle again.
Slosh: Or this?
Slosh starts shuffling some papers around on the table.
Slosh: I feel sooo pretty. Oh I'm being told by production to hurry up and get on with the next subject. Well I mean what else is there to talk about? I mean look at me. I'm all dolled up and I'm just soo pretty. I am ready to hit the town and pick up some boys.
Slosh: Well this Face-Off I finally have the chance to try and get my hands all over The Bull. That's right all over him. I'm sorry I ment Jacob Wilson. I bet he sure is "Ironclad." Everyone knows I'm far from being a man's man. I'm more of a lady boy and I have no chance of winning against Wilson. I'm not going to fool myself. So I'll go out there and catch a spanking and then lay down on my back.
Slosh shoots a wink at the camera.
Slosh: Well that's it for this episode of the Slosh Pit. I have to make sure I have enough time to make it to my NAMBLA meeting. Until next time boys! KISSES!
Slosh then blows kisses at the camera then waves and the camera fades to black.
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The camera fades back in. You see "Ironclad" Jacob Wilson leaning against his truck that's in the driveway of the garage where "The Slosh Pit" took place.
Wilson: You get on your little show and flap your gums. What the audience just saw is the true depiction of you and your show. This is how everyone sees you. You are nothing but a panty waste bitch boy. You sound like a woman on her period with all your babbling.
Wilson quits leaning against his truck and his now standing up straight.
Wilson: I take a look at the Code Red Roster and I see quite a bit of quality talent. Gravedigger, Brandon Garcia, Tobias Burden, and myself just to name a few. Then I see a lot of bottom of the barrel wannabes that don't even deserve to be in a ring. Especially a Code Red ring. You are one of those pieces of trash. Mosh you couldn't even wrestle your way out of a wet paper bag. Do you honestly think you can beat me? Do you really think you are that good? You broke you're losing streak. Blah blah blah. No body cares that you pulled off some half assed victory. That doesn't mean jack shit to me. That doesn't mean you have any chance in hell of beating me. Just face the facts I am better than you. I always have been and always will be. I've been in this business for ten years. I am well seasoned. You have barely gotten your feet wet. Compared to me you are nothing. It's like you live in some dream world where you have super powers and you're coming to save the world from evil. Well I have some news for you. It isn't. It's time to wake up from your little dream and face reality. All you keep doing is digging the hole deeper and deeper and now you're so deep you aren't able to get out. So keep digging that hole deeper because soon I will be there to fill it in with you still in the bottom of it.
Wilson: After all the talk. After all the back and forth. After you consistently being out witted and out classed by a far superior wrestler as myself. You still give yourself false hope. You tend to think I will be leaving the ring on a stretcher. You just won't let the candle burn out will you Mosh? You barely let it stay lit giving you that very teeny tiny false sense of hope. In turn making you think you could take me out. Chris, the fact of the matter happens to be this. You can keep living in your fantasy world filled with all your unicorns, pink ponies and where no one will judge you for wanting to touch little boys. But come Sunday night at Face Off I will be slapping you back into the real world. You claim you can beat me. Well it's time to put up or shut up. When it is all said and done I know who will be standing there victorious.
Wilson sticks out his thumb and points to himself.
Wilson: And that is a promise that is ironclad.
Wilson shoves the cameraman out of his way and hops into his truck. He backs out of the driveway and the scene fades as he takes out down the street.
Slosh: Oh hey guys. You're here already? Well let me finish getting my face on then we can get started.
He finishes putting on his make up.
Slosh: Ok guy's I'm ready for my close-up.
The camera zooms in and all you can see is his face. Then you hear the voice of the camera man.
Camera Man: We go on air in One..Two..Three..
The camera man now points to Chris Slosh to let him know the camera is rolling and they are on air.
Slosh: Hey everybody especially all you boys to the Slosh Pit. I am your host. "The Bitch Boy" Chris Slosh. I have all kinds of dirt for you today. As well as some product reviews. We all know I love trying new products..
Slosh then blows a kiss at the camera.
Slosh moves to be seen in a different angle.
Slosh: Does this looks better? Or does this?
Slosh moves to a different angle again.
Slosh: Or this?
Slosh starts shuffling some papers around on the table.
Slosh: I feel sooo pretty. Oh I'm being told by production to hurry up and get on with the next subject. Well I mean what else is there to talk about? I mean look at me. I'm all dolled up and I'm just soo pretty. I am ready to hit the town and pick up some boys.
Slosh: Well this Face-Off I finally have the chance to try and get my hands all over The Bull. That's right all over him. I'm sorry I ment Jacob Wilson. I bet he sure is "Ironclad." Everyone knows I'm far from being a man's man. I'm more of a lady boy and I have no chance of winning against Wilson. I'm not going to fool myself. So I'll go out there and catch a spanking and then lay down on my back.
Slosh shoots a wink at the camera.
Slosh: Well that's it for this episode of the Slosh Pit. I have to make sure I have enough time to make it to my NAMBLA meeting. Until next time boys! KISSES!
Slosh then blows kisses at the camera then waves and the camera fades to black.
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The camera fades back in. You see "Ironclad" Jacob Wilson leaning against his truck that's in the driveway of the garage where "The Slosh Pit" took place.
Wilson: You get on your little show and flap your gums. What the audience just saw is the true depiction of you and your show. This is how everyone sees you. You are nothing but a panty waste bitch boy. You sound like a woman on her period with all your babbling.
Wilson quits leaning against his truck and his now standing up straight.
Wilson: I take a look at the Code Red Roster and I see quite a bit of quality talent. Gravedigger, Brandon Garcia, Tobias Burden, and myself just to name a few. Then I see a lot of bottom of the barrel wannabes that don't even deserve to be in a ring. Especially a Code Red ring. You are one of those pieces of trash. Mosh you couldn't even wrestle your way out of a wet paper bag. Do you honestly think you can beat me? Do you really think you are that good? You broke you're losing streak. Blah blah blah. No body cares that you pulled off some half assed victory. That doesn't mean jack shit to me. That doesn't mean you have any chance in hell of beating me. Just face the facts I am better than you. I always have been and always will be. I've been in this business for ten years. I am well seasoned. You have barely gotten your feet wet. Compared to me you are nothing. It's like you live in some dream world where you have super powers and you're coming to save the world from evil. Well I have some news for you. It isn't. It's time to wake up from your little dream and face reality. All you keep doing is digging the hole deeper and deeper and now you're so deep you aren't able to get out. So keep digging that hole deeper because soon I will be there to fill it in with you still in the bottom of it.
Wilson: After all the talk. After all the back and forth. After you consistently being out witted and out classed by a far superior wrestler as myself. You still give yourself false hope. You tend to think I will be leaving the ring on a stretcher. You just won't let the candle burn out will you Mosh? You barely let it stay lit giving you that very teeny tiny false sense of hope. In turn making you think you could take me out. Chris, the fact of the matter happens to be this. You can keep living in your fantasy world filled with all your unicorns, pink ponies and where no one will judge you for wanting to touch little boys. But come Sunday night at Face Off I will be slapping you back into the real world. You claim you can beat me. Well it's time to put up or shut up. When it is all said and done I know who will be standing there victorious.
Wilson sticks out his thumb and points to himself.
Wilson: And that is a promise that is ironclad.
Wilson shoves the cameraman out of his way and hops into his truck. He backs out of the driveway and the scene fades as he takes out down the street.