Post by Jun Mazuki on Nov 25, 2016 2:06:22 GMT -5
A rhythmic slapping sound permeates the sound systems.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
In stereo the pulsing beat is followed up with moans that make you quickly turn down the sound on your televisions… or up if you are a freak. Push it to 96, don’t break eye contact with your roommate who walks into the room to see what’s on the screen.
Jun Mazuki balls deep in a woman of a questionable race, she could be Indian or Latina or just a really really tan Caucasian lady. Likely the latter as it’d tie in nicely to Jun being the one and only Cock-Asian in professional wrestling, but alas we can’t tell.
She’s making sounds like she’s got a demon inside her, but it’s just the Mack Truck in Jun’s pants forcibly rearranging her internal organs into a jizz filled origami. Small intestine swans are all the rage this year, Jun has made a dozen baker’s dozen this month alone, it’s been kind of a slow month, lots of one on one scenes, not so many reverse gangbangs.
Woman of Questionable Race: Ohhh yeah baby, give it to me.
Vigorous thrusting causes her to choke on her next words, her legs go Grand Mal and shake like a Polaroid picture, she’s Old Faithful and the camera goes Splash Mountain, Jun is unrelenting until he glazes her in semen like she’s a donut.
Jun steps back, his pulsation monument steadfast , and he gives the camera a wink.
CUT!!!
Jun turns and picks up a nearby bathrobe and pulls it over his hulking shoulders as stagehands attend to his co-star still panting on the bed, all allusions of acting out the window as she basks in an afterglow. The PORNSTARRO slowly rolls his neck which gives off a sickening crack as he reaches a certain point, a brief look of concern crosses his face, but then he smiles a wide toothy grin.
Jun Mazuki: I.
AM.
PORRRRRRRRRRRRRRNSTAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He throws his arms out wide as if giving the entire audience a massive hug, his member still saluting out of the front of his robe.
Jun Mazuki: Code Red Wrestling fanatics, Jun is back, and Jun is better than ever! Those nasty rumors than Jun died in a freak space sex scene where grossly exaggerated, but many sexy space aliens suffered from lack of Vitamin D. Drink your milk kids! Jun means that literally, Jun was not making a sexy times reference, milk is important for growing up healthy, like Jun.
But no, Jun did reprise Jun’s role as Star Dick Deep Space 69’s Captain James D. Cock in the reboot of Jun’s popular porn series, Blatant TV Parodies with a Giant Schlonged Asian. It’s been awhile since Code Red Wrestling last saw Jun.
Quick shot of Jun laying bloodied in a busted window of a car as Veritas walk off.
It was not…
Jun’s eyes stray from the camera for a moment, the smile on his face fades slightly, but then the eyes refocus and the lips turn upward.
…something that Jun needs to dwell on, the past is the past, the now is the now. Jun stands here, now, and soon Jun will stand again in the Under Armour Arena and fight men of a high caliber, Jun will entertain fans like only Jun knows how with feats of strength, destroying of knees and hitting people in the face with Jun’s Weapon of Choice.
First up on the hit parade is a man who has a haberdasher with a name Jun is owed, Jun did not forget your promise Brandon. Jun wants a festive hat made by the person who makes your fancy hats, Jun will get that name from you, Jun promises you this.
We have gotten older, have we not Santelmo? Things change, kids pop-up out of nowhere, suddenly you’re wearing ugly Cosby Sweaters and doling out fatherly advice. Jun gives out hella great fatherly advice.
Jun’s not going to lie to you Santelmo-kun, Jun is concerned. You are a dangerous man, you aren’t afraid to do what you need to do to win, and your Hail Mary is blindingly quick, and Jun? Jun is healthy, the doctors say Jun’s healthy, but Jun has doubts… you don’t get put through a windshield and not have doubts when you come back, but here Jun is staring the Devil Himself in the face at Jun’s return to the ring, and Jun wants to get something off Jun’s chest.
Thank you, Brandon.
Thank you for being the magnificent bastard you are, thank you for being a competitor that Jun has to focus on, one that Jun can’t just joke and laugh
Jun’s way around. Thank you for being someone Jun can really know if Jun can make it back in a business that has given so much to Jun.
You are a man incapable of taking it easy on someone, so Jun knows that if Jun can survive this match, then Jun is back. Jun won’t have to wonder, Jun won’t have to worry, Jun can just go be the best Jun that Jun knows how to be.
So thank you.
Thank you for being the best Santelmo you can be.
Let’s show some people what two dads can do.
Fade
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
In stereo the pulsing beat is followed up with moans that make you quickly turn down the sound on your televisions… or up if you are a freak. Push it to 96, don’t break eye contact with your roommate who walks into the room to see what’s on the screen.
Jun Mazuki balls deep in a woman of a questionable race, she could be Indian or Latina or just a really really tan Caucasian lady. Likely the latter as it’d tie in nicely to Jun being the one and only Cock-Asian in professional wrestling, but alas we can’t tell.
She’s making sounds like she’s got a demon inside her, but it’s just the Mack Truck in Jun’s pants forcibly rearranging her internal organs into a jizz filled origami. Small intestine swans are all the rage this year, Jun has made a dozen baker’s dozen this month alone, it’s been kind of a slow month, lots of one on one scenes, not so many reverse gangbangs.
Woman of Questionable Race: Ohhh yeah baby, give it to me.
Vigorous thrusting causes her to choke on her next words, her legs go Grand Mal and shake like a Polaroid picture, she’s Old Faithful and the camera goes Splash Mountain, Jun is unrelenting until he glazes her in semen like she’s a donut.
Jun steps back, his pulsation monument steadfast , and he gives the camera a wink.
CUT!!!
Jun turns and picks up a nearby bathrobe and pulls it over his hulking shoulders as stagehands attend to his co-star still panting on the bed, all allusions of acting out the window as she basks in an afterglow. The PORNSTARRO slowly rolls his neck which gives off a sickening crack as he reaches a certain point, a brief look of concern crosses his face, but then he smiles a wide toothy grin.
Jun Mazuki: I.
AM.
PORRRRRRRRRRRRRRNSTAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He throws his arms out wide as if giving the entire audience a massive hug, his member still saluting out of the front of his robe.
Jun Mazuki: Code Red Wrestling fanatics, Jun is back, and Jun is better than ever! Those nasty rumors than Jun died in a freak space sex scene where grossly exaggerated, but many sexy space aliens suffered from lack of Vitamin D. Drink your milk kids! Jun means that literally, Jun was not making a sexy times reference, milk is important for growing up healthy, like Jun.
But no, Jun did reprise Jun’s role as Star Dick Deep Space 69’s Captain James D. Cock in the reboot of Jun’s popular porn series, Blatant TV Parodies with a Giant Schlonged Asian. It’s been awhile since Code Red Wrestling last saw Jun.
Quick shot of Jun laying bloodied in a busted window of a car as Veritas walk off.
It was not…
Jun’s eyes stray from the camera for a moment, the smile on his face fades slightly, but then the eyes refocus and the lips turn upward.
…something that Jun needs to dwell on, the past is the past, the now is the now. Jun stands here, now, and soon Jun will stand again in the Under Armour Arena and fight men of a high caliber, Jun will entertain fans like only Jun knows how with feats of strength, destroying of knees and hitting people in the face with Jun’s Weapon of Choice.
First up on the hit parade is a man who has a haberdasher with a name Jun is owed, Jun did not forget your promise Brandon. Jun wants a festive hat made by the person who makes your fancy hats, Jun will get that name from you, Jun promises you this.
We have gotten older, have we not Santelmo? Things change, kids pop-up out of nowhere, suddenly you’re wearing ugly Cosby Sweaters and doling out fatherly advice. Jun gives out hella great fatherly advice.
Jun’s not going to lie to you Santelmo-kun, Jun is concerned. You are a dangerous man, you aren’t afraid to do what you need to do to win, and your Hail Mary is blindingly quick, and Jun? Jun is healthy, the doctors say Jun’s healthy, but Jun has doubts… you don’t get put through a windshield and not have doubts when you come back, but here Jun is staring the Devil Himself in the face at Jun’s return to the ring, and Jun wants to get something off Jun’s chest.
Thank you, Brandon.
Thank you for being the magnificent bastard you are, thank you for being a competitor that Jun has to focus on, one that Jun can’t just joke and laugh
Jun’s way around. Thank you for being someone Jun can really know if Jun can make it back in a business that has given so much to Jun.
You are a man incapable of taking it easy on someone, so Jun knows that if Jun can survive this match, then Jun is back. Jun won’t have to wonder, Jun won’t have to worry, Jun can just go be the best Jun that Jun knows how to be.
So thank you.
Thank you for being the best Santelmo you can be.
Let’s show some people what two dads can do.
Fade