Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 0:40:40 GMT -5
'SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!"
Brett King was furious as he yelled out and kicked a large water container right off one of the catering tables as he and Mike Lawson made their way back to the locker room.
"How the hell did those two assholes beat us?"
Lawson shook his head as he slammed the locker room door behind him before turning to face his tag team partner.
"Maybe if one of us would have been more focused."
"Oh now what that shit is that supposed to mean?"
"It means, maybe you could have focused more on the damn match instead of smoking pot, eating pie, and that crazy pink haired bitch."
"She's got a name dude, and I was plenty fucking focused."
"Whatever man. Just get your shit together for next week. I don't want us losing again because you let your dick do all your thinking."
Lawson bumped his shoulder as he stormed out of the locker room with Naomi right behind him.
"Real fucking mature, just walk away. Son of a bitch."
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"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."
Brett just sat and flashed a little smile as the younger sister of his best friend and tag team partner, walked in to the champagne room looking smoking hott in tonight's chosen stripper wear.
"it's not what you think Chrissy."
"Really? Because I'm thinking that the asshole who told me we had to stop talking to each other because my brother might find out, but in reality was just trying to fuck some crazy skank, is now trying to get a lap dance from me."
"Whoa, I was serious about us stopping because your brother might find out. Me hitting on Kalamity has nothing to do with us."
"Sure, that's why you're here now. What, she didn't put out?"
"Chrissy, I'm not here because of sex. I'm here because... aw fuck, forget it. I'll just leave."
"You can't just leave after two minutes. Just tell me why you're here."
"Honestly, I need someone to talk to."
"Talk to Mike."
"That's the problem. He's pissed at me about the tag title match. Saying I didn't focus and shit like that. Plus now, I gotta go it alone in a triple threat match. Me and Mike have always done this shit together. I don't know what to do without him having my back."
"Wow, that was like super gay."
Brett just sighed and rolls his eyes as she walked over and sat down next to him.
"Oh please, you know I'm just fucking with you. Look, that shit will blow over and you two will be right back to blowing each other."
"You do remember that you're talking about your own brother, right?"
"Yea, I know. Look, just suck it up, move on, and take care of the two assholes you've gotta face."
"Thanks, guess I just needed someone to say it'd be cool."
"Oh, and make sure you have plenty of tampons."
"If you weren't a woman, and Mike's sister, I'd totally hit you for that one."
"Sure you would. Okay, are we done here?"
"Done? I paid good money for the champagne room. I've still got like 20 minutes."
"You can't be serious?"
"Just because we can't fuck anymore, or well shouldn't, doesn't mean I can't still enjoy seeing you naked."
"This is still totally fucked."
"I didn't spend my money to hear you, I paid to see you."
Chrissy flipped him off for that one, but went ahead and started dancing then grinding against him as she slipped off her top.
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Brett King stands directly in front of the webcam, no Mike Lawson, no Naomi Banks, just Brett King.
"I'm gonna keep this shit short and simple. Masset, you mean absolutely jack shit to this match. Your presence is entirely meaningless. First off, you've yet to even win a match in this company, and secondly, I didn't even know who you were before this match. I care about one thing and one thing only in this match. Ripping Kilroy's fucking head off. You think your little friend song was cute? You think it was funny? No, it was stupid fucking bullshit. Kilroy, I'm not gonna sit here and rant and rave about you and that idiot partner of yours getting lucky in our match. Everyone already knows that. Nope, instead I'm just gonna say this one simple thing and be done. I am going to do every thing I can in this match, to make sure you don't walk out of it. I am going to do everything I can to make sure you don't walk out of the arena. I am going to do everything I can to make sure you don't walk out of the hospital. I am going to do everything I can to make sure you don't walk, period. I absolutely loathe you Kilroy, every single thing about you, I hate. The one positive about Massett being in this match, it means that count outs and DQ's are not enforced. That means I can wrap a chair around your leg and stomp and stomp and stomp and fucking stomp, until you no longer have a leg. You bastards think you're the only ones who know how to be violent. You better think again fuckhead. Everything I can, to make sure you never walk again."
King flips off the camera and just lets it record a few extra seconds before cutting it off.
Brett King was furious as he yelled out and kicked a large water container right off one of the catering tables as he and Mike Lawson made their way back to the locker room.
"How the hell did those two assholes beat us?"
Lawson shook his head as he slammed the locker room door behind him before turning to face his tag team partner.
"Maybe if one of us would have been more focused."
"Oh now what that shit is that supposed to mean?"
"It means, maybe you could have focused more on the damn match instead of smoking pot, eating pie, and that crazy pink haired bitch."
"She's got a name dude, and I was plenty fucking focused."
"Whatever man. Just get your shit together for next week. I don't want us losing again because you let your dick do all your thinking."
Lawson bumped his shoulder as he stormed out of the locker room with Naomi right behind him.
"Real fucking mature, just walk away. Son of a bitch."
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"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."
Brett just sat and flashed a little smile as the younger sister of his best friend and tag team partner, walked in to the champagne room looking smoking hott in tonight's chosen stripper wear.
"it's not what you think Chrissy."
"Really? Because I'm thinking that the asshole who told me we had to stop talking to each other because my brother might find out, but in reality was just trying to fuck some crazy skank, is now trying to get a lap dance from me."
"Whoa, I was serious about us stopping because your brother might find out. Me hitting on Kalamity has nothing to do with us."
"Sure, that's why you're here now. What, she didn't put out?"
"Chrissy, I'm not here because of sex. I'm here because... aw fuck, forget it. I'll just leave."
"You can't just leave after two minutes. Just tell me why you're here."
"Honestly, I need someone to talk to."
"Talk to Mike."
"That's the problem. He's pissed at me about the tag title match. Saying I didn't focus and shit like that. Plus now, I gotta go it alone in a triple threat match. Me and Mike have always done this shit together. I don't know what to do without him having my back."
"Wow, that was like super gay."
Brett just sighed and rolls his eyes as she walked over and sat down next to him.
"Oh please, you know I'm just fucking with you. Look, that shit will blow over and you two will be right back to blowing each other."
"You do remember that you're talking about your own brother, right?"
"Yea, I know. Look, just suck it up, move on, and take care of the two assholes you've gotta face."
"Thanks, guess I just needed someone to say it'd be cool."
"Oh, and make sure you have plenty of tampons."
"If you weren't a woman, and Mike's sister, I'd totally hit you for that one."
"Sure you would. Okay, are we done here?"
"Done? I paid good money for the champagne room. I've still got like 20 minutes."
"You can't be serious?"
"Just because we can't fuck anymore, or well shouldn't, doesn't mean I can't still enjoy seeing you naked."
"This is still totally fucked."
"I didn't spend my money to hear you, I paid to see you."
Chrissy flipped him off for that one, but went ahead and started dancing then grinding against him as she slipped off her top.
**************************************************
Brett King stands directly in front of the webcam, no Mike Lawson, no Naomi Banks, just Brett King.
"I'm gonna keep this shit short and simple. Masset, you mean absolutely jack shit to this match. Your presence is entirely meaningless. First off, you've yet to even win a match in this company, and secondly, I didn't even know who you were before this match. I care about one thing and one thing only in this match. Ripping Kilroy's fucking head off. You think your little friend song was cute? You think it was funny? No, it was stupid fucking bullshit. Kilroy, I'm not gonna sit here and rant and rave about you and that idiot partner of yours getting lucky in our match. Everyone already knows that. Nope, instead I'm just gonna say this one simple thing and be done. I am going to do every thing I can in this match, to make sure you don't walk out of it. I am going to do everything I can to make sure you don't walk out of the arena. I am going to do everything I can to make sure you don't walk out of the hospital. I am going to do everything I can to make sure you don't walk, period. I absolutely loathe you Kilroy, every single thing about you, I hate. The one positive about Massett being in this match, it means that count outs and DQ's are not enforced. That means I can wrap a chair around your leg and stomp and stomp and stomp and fucking stomp, until you no longer have a leg. You bastards think you're the only ones who know how to be violent. You better think again fuckhead. Everything I can, to make sure you never walk again."
King flips off the camera and just lets it record a few extra seconds before cutting it off.