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| From:  ĐεαđPøøł (Original Message) | Sent: 6/17/2008 4:59 PM |
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Here we are backstage at the W2K arena. This where we find DeadPool, sitting on an empty speaker bin drinking a coffee (of course). He’s just sitting there, hanging out, swinging his legs slightly watching various wrestlers walk by. “He beat him .. He beat him .. He OWNED him .. jeez, this is sad. Is there anyone in this company the Exalted One hasn’t put a boot stomping too? I think n ..�?/FONT> Just then Christian Michaels comes walking by and DeadPool squeals like a teenage girl. �?STRONG>OH SWEET ALLAH! It’s the Southern Heartthrob!�?/FONT> CM stops and looks at the freak show in front of him oddly. “Do I know you?�?/FONT> “What was it like?�?/FONT> “Huh?�?/FONT> “You know, what was it like to lose your Title to the greatest all around wrestler the industry has ever seen?�?/FONT> CM looks a little annoyed. “Oh ya, you’re Dante’s lackey.. listen I have better things to do then ..�?/FONT> DeadPool suddenly whips out a pair of handcuffs and dangles them beside his head and does a bang on Bob Fecca impression “NO! NOT LIKE THIS! THIS IS BULL! HE ..�?/STRONG> KERWHAPADOODLE! DeadPool gets knocked the fuck out by CM’s ‘You Just Got Whapped�?Superkick. He wakes up sometime later on the ground. He sits up rubbing his chin. “Jeez, some people can’t take a joke.�?/FONT> DeadPool tries to get up but his wrist is handcuffed to a nearby door handle. “OH THAT’S REAL MATURE!�?/STRONG> He struggles and struggles and goes nowhere. He flops down on his ass sighing. He looks over and sees his coffee sitting on the speaker bin still and reaches for it .. and it’s juuuust out of reach. A staff member comes walking by and DeadPool calls him over. The man walks over reluctantly. “HEY buddy ol�?pal, friend o�?mine .. wanna pass me that coffee?�?/FONT> “Uhhh, don’t you want help with the handcuffs?�?/FONT> “PASS ME THE FUCKN�?COFFEE JIZZTRAP!!!�?/STRONG> The staff member flips him off and walks away. “Geez, everyone’s so uppity around here.�?/FONT> DeadPool starts stretching out again for the coffee .. almost .. almost .. ridiculously close .. TBC by Anyone (friend, foe, whatever  )
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| | | The coffee is still just out of Deadpool's reach and its driving him nuts. He's kicking and flailing his legs like crazy for that damned coffee. But just then here comes JAR waltzing into the scene. Jon's rocking his shades, huge fur coat, and the Mex-I-Can title. HEY! YOU! Me? Yeah, you in the fur coat, come here a second. JAR shrugs and walks over. Can you do me a favor? Erm I'm not that way man. Deadpool's eyes damn near pop out of his head. I JUST WANT MY DAMNED COFFEE! JAR looks over and see's the cup of coffee. You mean this cup of coffee? Yes! Why can't you get it? Deadpool holds up his arm that is handcuffed to the door. I see.... JAR strokes his chin as some chick goes walking by. So you're totally like unable to get away from there? No. If I could I'd already be drinking my coffee. Oh.... Jon reaches over and.....gives Deadpool a noogie! HEY! STOP THAT! Deadpool starts to swat at JAR with his free arm. But thankfully Jon is one agile mofo thanks to all his running from battles. So he dodges around and then comes back in. He licks his left index finger and twirls it around in Deadpool's ear. WET WILLY! AHHHHHHHH!!!! JAR is greatly amused as he hops back out of reach. Hahaha. What the hell is going on here? JAR stops and both he an Deadpool look to see Amber Michaels. Oh no! As lil miss former porn starlette walks over, titties bouncing like crazy, JAR's eyes roll back in his head and he starts convulsing. Seconds later he stops. Dude....Did you just nut in your shorts? Yeah.... .....HELP ME!!! Amber walks on over.... | | Jonathan Reed © All rights reserved, Famed Enterprises 2006. The roleplay and all content is warranted to Johnny Fame. Or Jon Reed, or whoever. Hell, take it all, I don't give a crap. I probably stole it myself anyway and forgot about it after I sobered up. | |
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| | (4 recommendations so far) | Message 3 of 6 in Discussion |
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| | . | . | . | [...it's never as sweet as it seems...] | | . | . | . | | [Amber Michaels]- "Oh for the love of porn, get a room you two, this is the workplace."
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "HA!"
[JAR is steadily "adjusting" the front of his pants, and can't stand still, and looks kinda uncomfortable as he stares directly at Amber's chest.]
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "This coming from the Pornstar Princess-
[Amber crosses her arms and smirks.]
[Amber Michaels]- "Yeees... But this ain't that kind of workplace, Cumbob Spermpants."
[Still, JAR's eyes are locked on Amber's headlights.]
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "Heh. I like boobies."
[Amber Michaels]- "What?"
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "I mean... I like your boobies!"
[Amber just looks at him for a moment, emotionless, before finally saying;]
[Amber Michaels]- "Really? Me too."
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "Can I-
[Amber Michaels]- "No, you can't touch them."
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "Well how about-
[Amber Michaels]- "No, you can't jiggle them."
[JAR makes a pitiful kid-whos-dog-died face, poking his lip out in a pout and everything as Amber shakes her head, and looks at DeadPool.]
[Amber Michaels]- "And why, exactly, are you handcuffed to a door?"
[DeadPool]- "No clue. I was minding my own business when I was attacked by a rabid inbred hick- atleast, that's what I hear about people from Tennessee-
[Amber shoots him a glare, because, obviously... she's from Tennessee.]
[DeadPool]- "- and the next thing I know, here I am. My sugar is dropping severely, too, I'm starting to get the shakes. All I want is my damn coffee, so if you could be a doll, and pass me that cup-
[Amber smirks, and picks up the coffee cup. Its still warm.]
[Amber Michaels]- "You mean this cup?"
[DeadPool]- "Yeah..."
[Amber Michaels]- "This cup right here? Are you SURE you want THIS cup?"
[DeadPool]- "YES I'M FUCKING SURE, WOMAN, NOW BRING ME THE DAMN CUP AND GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH TO GO WITH IT!"
[Amber raises an eyebrow.]
[Amber Michaels]- "Hmmm... okay. I'll bring you somethin' alright."
[Amber walks around the corner, and DeadPool, actually, looks shocked.]
[DeadPool]- ".... that was easy..."
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "Of course it was. Pornstars usually are "easy"."
[DeadPool looks at JAR, and both men shrug.
A second later, Amber steps back around the corner with something in her hand. Before DeadPool even has a chance to see what she's holding- SPLAT! A raw egg slams into his chest.]
[DeadPool]- "HEY- WHAT THE- AH!- FUUUUUCK-
[Splat! SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT! Three of them hit him, and the others splat on the door behind him. Amber has a damn good arm, actually. But, as she's flinging the gooey, slimey shit-in-a-shell at DeadPool, JAR suddenly has a thought- we know this by the sight of smoke rising up from his ears- and he walks up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.]
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "Excuse me, Amber..."
[Amber Michaels]- "Sigh... what is it now?"
[As Amber whirls around, she doesn't even know what hit her before JAR just grabs two hands full of Pornstar tits and buries his face between them, shaking his head back and forth and blowing raspberries!
His assault on Amber's twins finally ends, and as he steps back, his eyes are crossed and his mouth is wide open, with the corners curved into a doofy grin.]
[Jonathan Andrew Reed]- "Heeeeh hehe-durrrr duh-errrr...."
[Amber's eyes are burning with rage, and she speaks through gritted teeth;]
[Amber Michaels]- "..... You.... son of a... dried up, old, crotch-rotted BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!"
[BLAM! Amber punches JAR dead in the middle of his face, and that poor dumb soul drops like a sack of taters, out cold.]
[Amber Michaels]- "Bastards! The whole lot of ya!"
[Amber dusts off her hands, and walks away.]
[DeadPool]- "Fuck... I'm never gonna get that coffee..."
[To be continued.] | | | . | . | . | .[ a m b e r m i c h a e l s ] | |
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“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!�?/STRONG> *blink, blink* “AND WHERE’S MY SAMITCH?!?!�?/STRONG> Nothing. DeadPool sighs and looks down at the gooey eggness on his chest. “I hope these weren’t for my sandwich. She must be bleeding from her pee hole, I hear women get cranky when that happens.�?/FONT> “Ughhh ..�?/FONT> J.A.R. is starting to stir and picks himself up, looking down the hallway smirking. “God, she SO wants my pocket rocket.�?/FONT> “Ahem ..�?/FONT> J.A.R. looks over at DeadPool. “Are you still there?�?/FONT> “Yes and in the time I’ve been here, my coffee’s temperature has dropped 16%. NOW .. can you please pass me my god damn coffee .. getting weak .. need caffeine.�?/FONT> J.A.R. smiles. “You see that? Man, those boobies are AWESOME!�?/FONT> “You know what else is awesome? COFFEE!!!�?/FONT> “I was like a wee baby there, her giant porn-o-luscious rack almost swallowed my head .. sweet.�?/FONT> Whimper. “I just want my coffee. Is this hell? Did that redneck kill me and now I have to suffer just out of reach of my caffeinated goodness? I can change! OH GOD, JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!!�?/FONT> �?. you yell a lot.�?/FONT> “Ya, it’s the caffeine .. so GIMMIE!!�?/FONT> “She wants to give me oral pleasure, I can tell. Man, I gotta find her again!�?/FONT> J.A.R walks off as DeadPool flails against his handcuffed arm trying to reach the coffee. He flops down again and gets an idea. He takes some of the gooey egg residue and starts rubbing it on his wrist to lube it up. Pretty smart for a guy who can barely tie his wrestling boots. Alas, that prick CM put the cuffs on too tight and now all he has is a slimy wrist. “This sucks ..�?/FONT> Another staff member comes walking by. “What’s that smell?�?/FONT> “YOUR FACE!!�?/STRONG> The staff member walks away and DeadPool starts reaching again for the coffee .. so close .. so close .. there’s a thin stream of blood coming off his wrist but the sociopath doesn’t care .. so close .. almost .. TBC by Anyone ..
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| People used/Mentioned | Achievements | Next Match | Sexiness Scale | O.O.C | | Rorie Steele / Read...? | Been the sexiest thing in this business since day one. | ? | Perfect 10 | Short. Don't mind bad typing, if it occurs. I have fake nails on. :P | | Just as Deadpool was about to POSSIBLY reach the cup, up came 'The Best Blowjob in the Business'. She smiled, her eye on that prized coffee. "Fuckin' eh! Coffee!!" And with that, she plucked the coffee out of his reach and ruined all hopes. She took a sip and then looked at Deadpool, finally acknowledging him. "GodAMN IT!" "Oh shit... was this yours, love? My bad. You can have it back. I'm sure you wouldn't mind. You were hanging out with JAR.. that must mean you love tits too, huh? Why are you in handcuffs, by the way? Were the two of you playing some kind of wierd ass game?" Deadpool stared at her, still sad about the coffee. TBC by... | | | | | | Okie Pokie.
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DeadPool looked at Rorie and felt his heart go a pitter-patter. She was pretty .. and kinda evil looking .. all bonuses in DeadPool’s books. Of course she was NO WHERE NEAR as beautiful as Master .. but she wasn’t here right now and this is an off camera scene .. SCORE! “Some god damn jealous redneck handcuffed me here and that guy in the fur coat seems to be obsessed with boobies. I like handcuffs ..�?He sighs and shakes his bound wrist. �?. but this shit is getting annoying.�?/FONT> He looks at her and gives her his best poutty puppy dog eyes “Can I please have my coffee?�?/FONT> Rorie tacks another sip. “I don’t know, it’s pretty good.�?/FONT> DeadPool slumps against the wall. “Just kill me now, I can’t take this shit anymore.�?/FONT> “Awwww ..�?Rorie puts the coffee down (still out of his reach btw, wench) and walks closer to DeadPool and leans down. She places her hand under his chin and tilts his face upwards. “Don’t be so glum chum and hey, now you can look at my cleavage!�?/FONT> DeadPool manages a smile. “Ya, they’re pretty nice .. cost a lot?�?/FONT> “Naw, I got some stupid man to buy them for me and then walked out on his lame ass.�?/FONT> “Ha ha .. loser ..�?/FONT> Rorie sits down now on DeadPool, straddling him. “You look kinda cute all handcuffed here and defenseless .. what’s your name love?�?/FONT> “Uhhh .. fucked if I remember, there seems to be a hot woman sitting on me .. OH YA! DeadPool!�?/FONT> Rorie smiles and gets off of DeadPool and starts sauntering away. DeadPool is literally drooling, looking at that fine, fine ass. “Maybe I’ll see you around, might even send some help for ya if you’re lucky.�?/FONT> “Ummm .. coffee?�?/FONT> She stops and turns around. She picks up the coffee and slowly walks over to where he is. She leans down and he could snatch it out of her hand but he’s a little busy being distracted by her utter hotty-ness. She takes a sip and then hands it to him. She gives him a ‘sultry�?look and walks off. He is watching her go and barely remembers the coffee anymore, watching that sweet ass walk away from him. The corner of his mouth even does that ‘twitch�?thing. �?. thank you ..�?/FONT> She gives him a little wave and he drops the fuckn�?cup! It smashes and the yummy contents spill everywhere. He looks down and his eyes bug out and he starts flailing against his restraints. �?STRONG>FUCK SAKES! Must get more coffee! Must find hot girl .. AHH FUCK she didn’t even tell me her name! Ah well, I won’t forget that ass anytime soon. Little help ..�?/FONT> DeadPool looks up and down the hall. �?. anyone?�?/FONT> He relaxes again and looks up to the heavens. “This is because I filled my bong with holy water in 11th grade isn’t it?�?/FONT> He sighs and looks for something pointy to cut his fuckn�?hand off with .. I’m not even kidding .. TBC by Anyone ..
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