Post by The Modern Outlaw on Mar 20, 2007 17:14:08 GMT -5
KNOCK KNOCK!
The cameraman knocks on a door marked by a large star that says Johnny Kaos. The always lovely Kori James answers the door, her hands the only thing from keeping her voluptuous double-d breasts from being exposed to the whole world. Her hair is messed and up and she appears to be sweating.
What the fuck do you want? Oh wait...you're here for the interview right?
The cameraman nods up and down, speechless to the sight that has unfolded before him. Kori holds up one finger and slams the door shut in his face. When the door re-opens Kori has slipped into a babydoll t-shirt. She motions for the cameraman to enter. He walks into the room to see Johnny stepping out of the shower room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He reaches into his locker and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Lights and fires one up. He sits on the bench, being careful to keep his towel tucked between his legs.
So, they finally gave in to my demands huh? They have finally given me a one-on-one match? Good! Now who is my opponent? Method Cobra? Who the fuck is this guy? I know his is definitely not in my league. No matter, I will make an example out of him. I will use this no name joke to show the rest of the roster what's in store in for them.
Johnny takes a long drag off his cigarette and pats in hand on the bench. Kori comes and sits beside him, running her hands down his back. Johnny blows the smoke from his cigarette directly into the camera.
You see, once I lock in the Straitjacket and make this punk tap out, I will be one step closer to my ultimate goal. What is that you ask? To be the champ of course. Thor thinks he deserves the NextGen title, I have more talents in my dick that he does in his whole fucking family. I am the Modern Day Outlaw, the one and only Johnny Kaos. No one is better than me, no one.
Johnny takes another drag off his cigarette and flicks it toward the camera. He smiles as he exhales the smoke, stroking Kori's exposed thigh.
Sure, Johnny Mental might be the champion, but he is just keeping that title warm for me. Soon, he will see, as will they all, that I am the greatest wrestler to ever step into the squared circle. First, i will start with this no talent excuse for a jobber, Cobra. Then I will trample the competition and win the NextGen title. Once I have achieved those two goals then Mr. Mental, so called "Ruler of All", you're next.
The more Johnny rubs her thigh the more obviously aroused Kori becomes. Seeing this, Johnny motions the cameraman to come closer.
Hey man, do me a favor? Why don't you get the fuck out of here, but leave the camera? Kori and I have some unfinished business to attend to.
Kori smiles ear to ear, giving Johnny and approving look. The cameraman makes a hasty exit, while Johnny and Kori start kissing intensely. The camera fades to black on the image of Johnny's towel dropping to the floor.
The cameraman knocks on a door marked by a large star that says Johnny Kaos. The always lovely Kori James answers the door, her hands the only thing from keeping her voluptuous double-d breasts from being exposed to the whole world. Her hair is messed and up and she appears to be sweating.
What the fuck do you want? Oh wait...you're here for the interview right?
The cameraman nods up and down, speechless to the sight that has unfolded before him. Kori holds up one finger and slams the door shut in his face. When the door re-opens Kori has slipped into a babydoll t-shirt. She motions for the cameraman to enter. He walks into the room to see Johnny stepping out of the shower room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He reaches into his locker and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Lights and fires one up. He sits on the bench, being careful to keep his towel tucked between his legs.
So, they finally gave in to my demands huh? They have finally given me a one-on-one match? Good! Now who is my opponent? Method Cobra? Who the fuck is this guy? I know his is definitely not in my league. No matter, I will make an example out of him. I will use this no name joke to show the rest of the roster what's in store in for them.
Johnny takes a long drag off his cigarette and pats in hand on the bench. Kori comes and sits beside him, running her hands down his back. Johnny blows the smoke from his cigarette directly into the camera.
You see, once I lock in the Straitjacket and make this punk tap out, I will be one step closer to my ultimate goal. What is that you ask? To be the champ of course. Thor thinks he deserves the NextGen title, I have more talents in my dick that he does in his whole fucking family. I am the Modern Day Outlaw, the one and only Johnny Kaos. No one is better than me, no one.
Johnny takes another drag off his cigarette and flicks it toward the camera. He smiles as he exhales the smoke, stroking Kori's exposed thigh.
Sure, Johnny Mental might be the champion, but he is just keeping that title warm for me. Soon, he will see, as will they all, that I am the greatest wrestler to ever step into the squared circle. First, i will start with this no talent excuse for a jobber, Cobra. Then I will trample the competition and win the NextGen title. Once I have achieved those two goals then Mr. Mental, so called "Ruler of All", you're next.
The more Johnny rubs her thigh the more obviously aroused Kori becomes. Seeing this, Johnny motions the cameraman to come closer.
Hey man, do me a favor? Why don't you get the fuck out of here, but leave the camera? Kori and I have some unfinished business to attend to.
Kori smiles ear to ear, giving Johnny and approving look. The cameraman makes a hasty exit, while Johnny and Kori start kissing intensely. The camera fades to black on the image of Johnny's towel dropping to the floor.
