"Hey, . What's up? We need to talk about something right now. We need to talk about the injustices of the world. The Robbie Bourbon's of the world. The fatman suits of the world. Hell, even the Peter Gilmour level of Diabetes of the world. Not because Peter's fat, but because I have seen the man inject Insulin into him. Poor guy has type 1 diabetes. Don't laugh at the man for that. He puts on his boots, and comes into the ring every goddamn day to do his job. Even on days when he has off, he is still here working to make sure the fans get their money's worth. And you want to make fun of him for having the IQ of a Custard pop, and the maturity of an unripened tomato plant. Don't you dare make fun of him, and don't you dare try and throw your ever growing fraudulent record in his face. The man is a goddamn legend in this business, and you're a toy poodle in a butcher shop. Growl mother fucker.
I want to see you growl like a dog, you cisgendered mother fucker. You natural selection failing Tuna Faced Parrot bitch ass dildo ramming Size Queen. Why the fuck are you even here? Seriously, we offer no sandwiches for the losers, and if you don't win, you do not get a new car or anything? You just get raped. And, papi, I don't use no lube. As soon as you pinned Davids, you took the brakes off the rape train. Baby girl, once those brakes come off, no one can stop the rape train. I know, this is new territory for you. You're used to the useless threats of the ever so menacing Cain. The indestructible Cain. The rape victim Cain. The man you're going to lose to. Because you're just not that good. In fact, if I were to describe how bad you are in full detail, it would be banned from the internet and I would get arrested. I went into moderate detail before, but that was toned down. Don't make me break the rules and go into that much detail. Miley Cyrus wouldn't like that much detail. Your face makes her sick.
And while on the subject of her face, what the fuck happened here, dawg? Miley went from looking like Mister Ed in a brunette wig to a legit cutie with some tits that I'd slather with my mangoo. You know, the stuff I don't leave on Maverick's mom's chest. God, Maverick's mom has a massive set of corpse cans. And you know, she doesn't shave that bush. Her snatch hair must look about as good as your chin hair and win record combined. You lapband faced Arab. Don't give me any of your horsefaced shit about being undefeated and shit. You're an assclown dildo monkey, and you haven't had a real match. You've barely even shat in an XWF Toilet, you log munching bitchface. I'm getting bored.
Ok, listen chump. We gotta dissect the stupid ass shit you said.Like when you called Katie fat, and said she had small tits. Her tits are bigger than your win record, and she's a skinny thing. You admit that you would fuck my daughter. Do it right now. I want to make you scream that you want my Katie's pussy juice dripping down your chin. My Joey had it and said it's delicious. But, my Joey was 15 at the time, and slightly . He kind of reminds me of you. You incest baby, you. Maybe Joey and Katie went forward in time and used their incest to make you. They did have a spell where they were sleeping together. It was awkward.
You wanna talk about not knowing Google, or anything. Google me, bitch. I'm Frodo mother fucking Smackins. I'm better than you'll ever be. I'm the mother fucker who ruined Peter's love of the Xtitle. I'm the dude who made Dim chokeslam himself into submission. I'm the dude who fucks people's Christmases. You are an insignificant little pissant who managed to get a lucky pin and win a title. Guess what? It happens. LeStrange won a title. He never won a single match in the XWF, and he was a Champion. Same as you, papi. Or, do you want to recant that statment about me not mattering because we can play the footage of you going all the way to Siberia to learn how to stop a simple fucking uppercut. And baby daddy, I also do a Hadouken! Can you counter that? Or, the Demi Lovato looks good in Jeans? Fuck no, because you're a . You're a cow licking .
Do we need to discuss your weird sexual fantasies about my mother, that went on for way too long? I swear to god, I will if I have to. I mean, who the hell gets that detailed about jerking off and rimming a pig unless that's something they've done, or something they get off to? Which is it, Mason? Do you want to fuck a pig, is that it? Or, is it something more sinister? Do you want to kidnap little children and make them fuck pigs while you jerk off? Have them bury their faces into a Pig's asshole while working the pork shaft as you tug that unimpressive spud you're toting as your man card? Do you get up every morning and slap on an episode of Pepa Pig and just stroke out in you mom's living room until she tells you that it's high time you moved out and stopped watching kids' shows? Has that happened yet?
And, dawg, I gotta tell ya. This is coming from a bro who has fucked more than one animal on camera. You're disgusting. You're utterly repulsive. And you don't know what that cocksucker you call a mouth is getting you into. You really don't. Both the mothers of my kids are dead. One of them never loved me, and we're cool with that. Katie was a mistake from when I was in high school. JG, he was planned, and his mom killed herself because of raYne, or you. I forgot. Either way, you won't get anywhere trying to talk shit on them. Or on my parents. It's just sad. You're sad, and you'll be gone soon. Another no name champion who never made it out of obscurity. Ask Bobby Zi, or Steve Davids. Davids is former TV Champ, former XChamp, and a Former Uni Champ, and he's still nobody. Don't let that useless gold go to your head. This is going to be your downfall, your ignorant arrogance. You honestly believe you are the first of your kind here? No. We've seen you around, and we get bored of you. You're an obscure dick punch that no one asked for. And stop stealing jabs from Mark Wahlberg movies, you useless lump of titty cancer. And it's even worse when you use a quote commonly attributed to either Twain or Carlin and try and pass it off as your own insult. I wouldn't be surprised if you called me a Shitfalcon either, considering all of your trash feels like it's TJ Wallace level. Shame on you."
Wallace comes back to Katie's room after meeting with Dr. Briggs. He walked passed Swagmire and Frodo, who are sitting there watching reruns of My Two Dads. The Bearded Blackie pushed her door open to see her masturbating to old matches of his. He flips his shit, and throws his hat on the desk. The 10 inch long, 3 inch in diameter orange dildo she is aggressively mashing into her vagina whirs away as she runs her other hand along her exposed breasts.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
"I'm Masturbating. Duh."
She doesn't even stop as he slams the door shut behind him.
"We doing this then? Good. I'm ready. I've already cum twice."
Katie gets up, and walks over to the bed, which has a teddy bear with a strap-on laying on the pillow. The strap-on is wet, and looks like it has some brown along the cockhead. What the fuck, Katie? What the fuck indeed. That thing is huge, how the fuck does it fit inside her asshole? TJ sees it, and grimaces a little. She sees this and moves to nudge him.
"You're not jealous of that are you?"
No. What the fuck? Katie, there's something wrong with you. I love you, girl, but you cheated on me constantly. You're so whorrish it's sick. Honestly, the things you had me do to you before, most of them I didn't even think were possible before. Others, I'm not sure if they're even legal.
"Who cares if they're legal or not? They're fun."
The Princess of Dwarves begins to undo the Bearded Brawler's jeans. He doesn't fight her, he's given up trying at this point. His Fubu jeans hit the floor, leaving his Sean John boxers exposed. Her Royal Slutness drops to her knees, and peels them down slowly, revealing his limp noodle standing there.
"Oh, this will not do. Not at all."
A sultry, and slutty grin creeps across her as she opens her mouth to stuff the sausage inside. Rocking her body back and forth, she feels the man's meat begin to grow in her throat, until she is almost choking on it. With a cough and a sputter, the blonde removes it from her mouth, and grabs a nearby bottle of Gilly Tears brand lube, and drips the contents onto his footlong. She gives it a few good tugs before standing up, and leading him to the bed. Slutface gets on all fours on the bend, and arches her back to show her shaven snatch and bleached anus to the nigga behind her. He slowly inserts himself into her warm brown hole.
She works herself back and forth while Wallace stands there playing on his phone wanting to separate himself from this as quickly as possibly. Those cute little hips of hers buck and bounce as he texts his side bitch about dinner. Until she bucks it hard enough to get his interest going. Wallace drops his phone and begins to thrust hard enough to cause Katie to release a grunt. A not sexy grunt at all. Bad Katie, bad.
"Ooh. Give it to me harder. Give it to me so hard my asshole hurts as bad as my vag after I lost the baby."
TJ stops thrusting. She can almost feel him going limp inside her pretty hole.
Katie. That's fucked up. You lost the baby?
He pulls out of her asshole, and sees brown on his dick. Not like his skin color brown, like poop brown. He is not pleased here. She turns her head back to face him.
"What the fuck? Yeah, I lost the baby. A while ago. Come on, give me that good dicking. I was about to cum."
You're too fucked up for me, Katie. You don't just lose a baby and move on from that without telling someone. I wanted to raise the kid.
"You ran away. It wasn't yours anyway. We can try and make a new one. We'll fix things between us. I love you."
You're too fucked up for me, Katie. I have to go.
Before Wallace can leave, Katie's asshole begins to rumble and tremble.
What the fuck now?
Before he can get the rest of the thought, a brown sludge like Liquid begins to shoot out Katie's asshole towards Wallace. He manages to get out of the way in time for most of the liquid to miss him. Only a small amount lands on his Jordans. Enough to ruin them for him.
OH HELL NAW. Bitch, you shat on my fucking Jordans. Who the hell does that shit? Who shits on a nigga's Jordans? Who doesn't prepare their asshole properly for anal sex? Amateurs, Katie. Are you a fucking amateur now? Are you Mason Prince of Anal Sex? Fucking sick bitch. Take em. Fucking take em like you wanted to take my jizz.
With that, Wallace pulls his pants up, along with his drawers. The angry negro kicks off his shoes, and picks them gingerly before throwing them at Katie's head. Along with his socks. Bearded bitch then storms out of the house angry and Shoeless.
Joey walks by and sees Katie sitting there on the bed, still on all fours with her asshole now dry and exposed.
"Hey Sis. Wassup?"
"Wallace left me blue lipped. Hand me that dildo. I gotta finish."
"Sure. The orange one, yeah?"
"Nah. I need the black one. This is a serious job."
Joey hands her the 15 inch long, 5 inch in diameter big black dildo on her bookshelf. She lubes it up and starts ramming it inside of her asshole, shit still caked on it.
"I'll let you watch if you clean up the shit when I finish."
"Deal. Mind if I get comfy?"
As the Dildo slides further into her hole she manages to get this out.
"Nah, have fun."
Joey picks undoes his jeans, picks up her dirty panties, wraps them around his cock and begins to jerk off in time with the rhythm of her thrusts of the dildo in her ass. They both climax at the same time.
"Suck on that awesome story, Mason. Imagine, one day your family will provide the world with some quality entertainment like this. You fucking suck. Kill yourself."
. What's up? We need to talk about something right now. We need to talk about the injustices of the world. The Robbie Bourbon's of the world. The fatman suits of the world. Hell, even the Peter Gilmour level of Diabetes of the world. Not because Peter's fat, but because I have seen the man inject Insulin into him. Poor guy has type 1 diabetes. Don't laugh at the man for that. He puts on his boots, and comes into the ring every goddamn day to do his job. Even on days when he has off, he is still here working to make sure the fans get their money's worth. And you want to make fun of him for having the IQ of a Custard pop, and the maturity of an unripened tomato plant. Don't you dare make fun of him, and don't you dare try and throw your ever growing fraudulent record in his face. The man is a goddamn legend in this business, and you're a toy poodle in a butcher shop. Growl mother fucker.![[Image: ZXX7HJw.png?1]](http://i.imgur.com/ZXX7HJw.png?1)
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