St. Diabolicus
Existence is Futile
XWF FanBase: Some men, some teens, few women (the villain you love to hate; has cult following)
(Where is my roster page?)
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02-25-2016, 07:02 PM
So I'm here, chiefing up on a pack of Marlboro, you know since now I have a few extra bucks I could spend, and I get this text from management saying I'm competing this coming week on Warfare. I've been questioning a lot of shit lately, but today I just wanna know, DAFUQ IS LOMOGOLDO? Where the fuck did you come from?
The Stranger takes a puff from his cigarette as Adam Wednesday enters the room and plops on a couch and proceeds to break up a gram of Rainbow Kush.
It's been a while since we had some worthwhile shit to toke on. Got this kush from the same guy Isles gets his from, smells like strawberry poptarts.
Is that all you think about? I give you 1000 bucks and you go spend it on weed. What in the unholy fuck is wrong with you.
LeStrange mellows out and takes a seat on a chair adjacent from the couch and packs a bowl. He lights it up and rips a fat hit, pulling the bowl from the apparatus and deeply inhaling a cloud big enough to cast a shadow over Tsar Bomba. As he exhales, LeStrange's body instantly relaxes as if he hasn't been able to in years.
LomoGoldo, what kind a incestuous name is that? Does he really think he has a chance against a demigod such as myself? I'm sure once he has realized the mistake he has made by signing up to die he would back out of it.
Your going up against a guy named Homo Volvo? Geez, XWF is that desperate for talent, fuck I might try to lobby to get back in.
Shut up and hit the damn bong. Do you know if Little Caesars delivers, I could go for a hot meal. Think I'll try the Bacon Wrapped Deep Dish, Italian Cheese Bread, an order of Caesar Wings, spicy barbeque of course, and a 2 liter of Sierra Mist.
I don't think they deliver. I worked there years ago and have never heard of them doing it. I'm starved too so maybe we should make a trip and go get our grub on.
LeStrange and Adam exit the apartment and don't bother locking up the shithole of a living space and enter LeStrange's truck. Adam hops in the driver seat and LeStrange takes shotgun, with a contemplative look on his face, as if planning out his next match in preparation for his huge Tag Team Title oppurtunity.
TBC
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