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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 23 2010, 10:04 PM (46 Views) | |
| Kyle | Jul 23 2010, 10:04 PM Post #1 |
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7/23/10 5:30 PM Setting: Local Library Row upon row of books is all you can see. This library is host to thousands of literary works. All one has to do is simply pick up a book and a vast amount of knowledge a waits. It seems someone has picked up a book to their liking, Keith Williams sits at a table located near the back. In his hand he holds a book, a profound look on his face. Keith Williams: "I spent valuable time honing my body, so I decided to enhance my mind as well. I just happened to read this over." He holds up the book in his hand for the camera to see, Of Mice and Men. Keith Williams: "There's a lot of striking similarities in this novel and my current situation. Pyotr is just like Lennie, he's a retard monster that doesn't know his own strength. The Dual Crown is a symbol of comparison to the pretty girls that Lennie pets too hard. He'll never know what it feels like to be a champion because he's too dumb for his own good. You have your George when you look at me. I've tried again and again to help Pyotr, but he just doesn't listen." Keith looks down at the book and shakes his head in shame at the Russian Bear. Keith Williams: "Don't worry, you'll be seeing those rabbits you always dreamed of soon. I'm going to do what it takes to win the Dual Crown Championship and in the process put the retard out of his misery. For Jenny's own sake I'm going to snuff out her flame too. She's babbled her pig Latin this week and nobody cares. It's hard to when the person talking is so delusional. You can deny my credentials all you want, madam, but do not question my balls! You're getting all excited by the looks of it by dreaming about a gang bang. I will not, I repeat, WILL NOT, ever be involved in a sexual encounter with you. I know you crave the stache, baby. After all this time of it teasing and not pleasing you I would be flustered too. However..." He holds up a finger to emphasis his hold on the thought. Keith Williams: "That doesn't mean I'm going to give it up to you. I may have an abnormally large ego, but that's only because it matches the size of my DICK. Deathmatch dykes like you will always have to settle for electrical means of satisfaction. They say pain and pleasure go hand in hand, but this Sunday the only thing I'll be dishing out to a Cyclops like you is pain, pain, and more pain." Keith pulls up another chair to prop his feet on as he relaxes to his liking. While this is going on an old librarian in the background is peering at him from behind very thick glasses. Keith Williams: "You're jealous of the GOLD around my waist. I understand that, Jennifer. You're also jealous of the fact I'm going to reclaim what is rightfully mine. Panicked like the whimpering cunt you are all you have in your arsenal is to project onto me what is wrong with you. So I swing chairs? What of it?! I had made my intentions known for months without any reply. It isn't my fault if actions speak louder than words. In our business sometimes you have to crack a few heads in order to get the attention you need. I have no qualms about what I did, I would gladly do it again if given the opportunity." The FIW World Tag Team Champion shuffles through a few pages in the book before throwing it on the table. Landing in a haphazard position, the novel hangs off the edge with the spine bent in a weird direction. Keith Williams: "Everyone seems to forget I'm going to be the one with the biggest advantage. Ash Koopa and Pyotr Sadovsky will have to wait their turn while I start off first. Haters are going to hate no matter what I say, but I've earned the right to this shoddy title shot. Granted it's not the one-on-one match I should be in. I'll make the most of this cluster fuck and do the one thing Daisuke Tanaka would hate to see. Win the FIW Dual Crown Championship for a second time and represent the company how it should be." Williams leans in close to the camera, shooting off a mustache stroke that utterly appalls the librarian who has been watching this entire time. She finally gets up from her spot, quickly making her way over to Keith. Tapping him on the shoulder she begins to make a fuss. Keith Williams: "Whoa, gray bush, I'm not trying to start a fire in your panties. Don't get so offended by the magic of the mustache stroke." She continues to bitch at the Hollywood Playboy, trying to usher him out of the place. Keith Williams: "Fine, I'll leave. Just know one thing...the Summer of Stache is here, baby!" Keith turns and leaves, the old woman right on his tail continuing to remark about his actions. End. |
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