Johnny Freakin' Legend bebeh! Johnny Legend: "Ooo.. Yeah... Ahhh... Yeah Babey... That's the One... Don't stop, keep goin'... BIG J-L's comin' too getcha'..." There's Johnny, pumping away, as this dirty blonde slag bounces off his throbbing Jack Johnson. The Phone rings. Legend looks too his right, stretching back a little as he slaps his hand on the bedside table and grabs his cell phone. Johnny Legend: "Put a sock in it bebeh..." She slides off, collapsing flat out on the bed in a damp mess. Legend flips up his cell phone, putting it his ear as he pushes his long blonde hair back with his free hand. Johnny Legend: "Yes?" Legend puffs out his chest, even though the only person in sight had her face stuffed into his bed covers. Johnny Legend: "Me? W2K?... Monday Night RAGE?" Legend checks his watch. Johnny Legend: "Sure." Johnny smirks arrogantly, with real twinkly stars emerging from his eyes. Johnny Legend: "Hell, stop there, the opponent's of no importance... Just give me cash and plaster my face all over the website." Legend frowns... Johnny Legend: "Okay, just get me my own locker room then, maybe a nice leather couch in it too... Steal it from Dangerou-..." Legend sighs a little. Johnny Legend: "Okay, just place an ice cold bottle of water and a clean towel in my locker." Legend slaps himself in the forehead. Then closes up the cell phone. Johnny Legend: "Tight Bastards!" Legend tosses his cell phone away... soon a smug grin covers his face. Johnny Legend: "J-L's Back Baby!" CRACK! JL's right hand bitch slaps this blonde hoe's ass in shear delight... he's returning too RAGE!

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