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| The Card, A Pirate and Softcore Porn | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 19 2005, 12:26 AM (42 Views) | |
| Wigumoto | Feb 19 2005, 12:26 AM Post #1 |
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Another show, another city, another arena. Same shit, different state, that pretty much sums it up as Chris Maclay dumps his bag onto this weeks couch. He unzips it and pulls out his wrestling gear, bringing it over to the open faced wardrobe where he sets down his boots and folds up his tights. He heads back to the bag and digs through it for a few moments before he pulls out his knee pads, but as he turns to take them over to reunite them with the rest of his gear something catches his eye. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a curious DVD, from his facial expression it’s obvious that he doesn’t recognise it. Maclay: Rochelle, Rochelle? He turns it round and casts his eyes over the blurb on the back. Maclay: A young girl's strange, erotic journey from Milan to Minsk? What the hell? As he reads the words aloud we hear the door swing on it’s hinges and Jayne the pirate suddenly rushes into the screen. He grabs the DVD from his bosses hands and clutches it to his chest. Jayne: Argh, er, this be mine…sorry. He slinks out of view with his erotic tale firmly gripped between his fingers as Maclay shakes away the horrid, stomach turning images that have invaded his mind. Luckily, Jayne has something to distract the former, former champion. Jayne: Oh, by the way, I checked the card. Argh. Maclay: If the next words out of your mouth are “it’s another tag team match” I will pull your intestine out through your belly button and feed them back to you. I’ll call you the ouroboros pirate and charge people a buck fifty to stare and point at you, possibly throw things. Jayne takes a moment to process that rather bizarre threat as Maclay crosses the room and deposits his kneepads with the rest of his gear. He turns back to the puzzled pirate with one pad still in hand, shaking it about as if to animate the frustration evident in his tone. Maclay: I’ve had it with tag matches, Jayne, had it. Two loses. Two loses in the last two weeks because my so called tag team partners couldn’t get the job done. First Hype gets pinned by…by Kennedy, and then Jim, the Dual Crown Champion might I add, taps out to that freak of life Vinj. Do I attract losers or something? His eyes wander to the erotic DVD still clutched in the hands of a grown man who chooses to dress as a pirate. He sighs, his question answered. Maclay: What’s the match? Jayne: Fatal four way. You and Swytch and Kennedy and Hype. Winner gets a title shot at whatever ye likes. Argh. Maclay mulls the match over in his mind, nodding his approval as the slightest of smiles creeps onto his face. Maclay: Interesting. So all I have to do is beat my ex, my loser partner from a couple of weeks ago and the village idiot, one so annoyingly insane that they created a title and gave it to him just to stop him from abducting the interviewing staff. Piece of piss. I beat them and get a crack at whatever title I want. Sweet. Jayne: I assume ye be going after the Dual Crown booty. Maclay nods as he moves across the room and puts an arm around the pirate’s shoulder, looking out into space as if surveying the vast seas ahead. Maclay: Correct my dim witted, malodorous friend. Jim could barely hold onto his title while Fozzy was on his heels, and he wasn’t even a real wrestler, just some drunkard they found sleeping in one of the arenas. Not to mention his defeat at the hands of that mop headed jester last week. You know what this means? Jayne: That his weakness is Australians? Maclay: No you…urgh, it means that the mighty Jim O’Brien isn’t the monster that people make him out to be. Once I’ve taken care of those other three pretenders to the crown I’ll slay the giant… Jayne: And steal his goose! Maclay rolls his eyes and pulls his arm from around his personal assistant as he pretty much gives up on trying to make a profound sounding speech in the presence of such idiocy. He flops himself down on the couch as Jayne grins on. Jayne: So…wanna watch Rochelle, Rochelle? Maclay: ……..yeah sure, bung it on. Jayne ferrets about at the DVD player as Maclay sits back and crosses his arms as he waits to be taken on a strange, erotic journey across Europe, the excitement and anticipation evident in his cold, uncaring eyes. Scene. |
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