Greggo vs 2 Worlds aka 2 rlly fat ppl lol

Mmmmm, mmmm, MMMMMM! Lights! Rugs! Lasers! Drugs! Woahzuhfuckz. Uh ooookay?

Yup we're gooooood! My mind firing on all killinders right now behbeh. So fucked up but HIIIIIIIII-iiiiiiii!!! Okay bois and gurls here we are as before! Time for your temptingly irresistible tempting tempter (moi',uah) to turn into your storyteller and narrate this scatfest for you.

More drugs!

Wait no cancel that, instead let's go with........ Scene!: We open up to me, Greggo, and it's about that wha-wha-WHAAAAAT otherwise known as my unique ass-wave. I twist around and squirm my can (aka my butt) while I go "WHA WHA WHAAAAAAT?" and afterward I hang tight for an answer before I do anything else. "AWKWERRRRRD!"

Mmmmm,mmmmm,mmmmm!" are the words that I screameth to old heavenly above. I wiggle my keister some more and that's when I feel it........ the need to feed wait wait no that's not it, I meant the need to SHIT! "SHIIIIIIIT!" And boy it's safe to say those flood gates opened wide as hell. The amount of shit roaring out of my anal cavity right now is through the roof, over two moons and right back down to the Dead Sea where it helps create the healthiest salts at the lowest point on Earth!

I need you to all watch this. I just noticed something and it's total bullshit if you ask me! Look!"

I point my finger to the nipple and a clip from last Warfare plays. It's the end of my match! You know, the match I was so happy I won and earned this Hart title shot from? Yeah that match! But wait guys, look real close and do you notice a problem?

Quote:Greggo leaps out of the audience behind him, holding the prosthetic leg, winding it up, and slamming it against War Horse's groin! The Roman Steed crumbles only for Greggo to hit him with his questionable finishing manuever! Greggo begins wildly dry humping his downed opponent as he pins his shoulders to the exposed concrete!

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GILLY BREAKS THE PIN WITH A LEG DROP FROM THE CROWD BARRIER ONTO GREGGO AND WAR HORSE!

Peter picks up Greggo by his neck and sling him into the nearby ring steps, making the professional pervert prone in an instant!

Peter quickly begins the pin on Holy Roman War Horse, hooking both legs! 1! 2! 3!

I'm standing here all cock eyed and tapping my foot knowing full well you saw the same problem I saw just now. Don't even play and say you didn't. The world saw one man win that match and that man's me me me!

That's right if I'm teh 1 that won my match and got the title shot why the heck are they be uploading dat fake ass footage of Gilly winning? He cheated! I don't remember not winning. That means I won. I humped Holy Roman Hobag which is my say it with me FIN-ISH-ERRRR and then the match was over. I won the match with my rapey finisher. I DO NOT, " I pause the heck out of this just to build suspense "remember," another pause "NOT!" and a loud emphasis on the not "winning. Ok? So what's that mean my pretties? It means yo'boi is the next say it with me" no really, truly friends, say it with me as I jump up on this coffee table here and utilize my hands like the greatest of bull horns: "YOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-" yet exactly when you think I've run exhausted to keep up the "ooooooh" it ends up I was simply hiccuping up some semen yet I prop it up like gracious to the goodness to the OOOOO "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" however stop and think for a minute in the event that I accidentally O it up TOOOOO long it breaks the entire site like a 2LongDong going in a narrow asshole or vagjeee'nuh. Say it with me "vag jeeeeee NUH!" except now I look like quite the queerduck having just blurted out such a seh'hexy goddang werd clear out of the bluest of who in the Booker T's are you?

And not a single soul even caught the reference. Oh wait you did? Haha that's sad if you did you burnout.

And back to not wanting to go tooooo looooong on my O'ing or it breaks the site? Uhhhrrrr yeah I don't even kno what that means. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" finally comes to an end after a couple minutes or something. Guess what? Guess who? "YER NEXT HORT CHAMPOON, BEEEEE-hetch! YEEAAAOOOHWWWWW!!!! DAT'S WHOOOOO!" and yer boy's eyes go BIG and I'm talking big up in this bitch. Know why? "Chicken thigh! Heh heh got you! Got you washout! LOL!" I rub the moist, raw chicken against my cheek. Minutes do pass.

A bulge is seen.

"Try not to take a gander at that." Tho it gives me a good idea.

Ok!" is the thing I shout with excitement turned up to 100! I raise my pointy finger to the air since I got a thought as I hop down off the coffee table I'd been on for a really long time now and I spread a bunch'a shit on it like an all out dickwad assprick shitfuck toadsucker from the most foulest, smelliest, odorest, stenchified corner of Damnation's 666th layer of SCATFUCK and let me tell you if you can't stomach Earthtime scat then you won't want to be exposed to Hell's SCATFUCK on the grounds that h'oh, muh'high' gaawwwddd is it amazeballs. So sensual.

My medications begin to wear off. I start feeling weird as shit. Mmmmm, mmmmmm, I begin considering defecation which triggers my inner hunger-after-high munchies to the tenth thousand. Johnny hungie! God I love watching that AEW Dino-might and the brilliant YouTube presentation known as Being Teh Elitest. If by some slim ass chance you ain't down with the Dark Order and John Silver, at that point I would throw my hand up because it'd be like I don't have the foggiest idea. "Fig you!" is essentially all I got 4 you butt nugget dropouts. Go back in.

Hello Mr. Safeguarding Victor of the Hortage Title, hear me cry." I needn't hesitate to cup my hands around this aromatic ol' mouff and let these lung blow. "HEEEAR MEEEEEE! Hear My Cry! Robert Burpin, you make me wanna hit you in the ass with my penis. For what reason would you say you are so inept to fucketh my hole? WHAT HAS BECUM OF U? You used to be gud! I recollect a period you were seen like a saint or something silly and you fighted off all the baddies yet now what? What befell the virtuoso saint I had a posted throw rug of on my bedroom divider? Still do actually. Where is good boy bobby? Rather we get you boy? Fuuuuuuucking horse crap maaaa'aaan." I don't even know if I'm tripping or what the fuck's up with me right now but I like it.

So here I go just strolling along the road down a pretty semi...decent...iiiiish looking area. It's no Mr. Roger's town, but boi it ain't as terrible as something like I don't know, a real bad thing. While I walk along with glee, I get some youthful bois strolling up behind me and I can simply tell they're into me. I can feel their eyes ALL up on me as they walk quicker to get up to speed to me. "Mmmmmmmm," I groan to myself and rub myself a bit. Would it be a good idea for me to pivot or would it be advisable for me to continue acting ignorant to their horny eyes? I can't help thinking about what they're going to do to my tight little a-"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

I run for my life.

No you don't understand.

No they didn't try and rape me. Didn't even try and cut or stab me.

Instead they tried to get me to join BoB!

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"I don't wanna join a bunch of dumb faerie baddies! WTF!" I continue running until I discover some bois strolling down a back street and they're all bare ass nekked. In any event I realize they'll be protected in an area like this so they're the crowd I need to absorb into, mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm so naked I get. I approach them and the bond is prompt. It's like I've known these cats for my entire life rn. When we get to the scat, our shit becomes one. You don't get that with just anybody.

Hey Robbie Burpin' tune it up n' put down the phony gay act 4 once ok? You is right now an part of a group that's articularly the most noticeably terrible stable of ponies to have ever munched the defecation embedded fields of the XWF alright? You get it? Would you be able to keep up if I continued?" so I wait for a minute and just move right along to something else cause I know the answer's no.

You'll see I'm not as purebred of a ball player as these quality bois in the alleyway with me yet you can't deny my heart and voracious craving. I continue making a move with these bois as I trash talk some more about my match. Scatball is a muddled game however someone's got2do it, sort of like another person I know.

K-Ren Overton, hello buddy! You zoning in on this Greggo Dick? I didn't ferget about you boi how could I when yer the dedicated Gilly (dG) of this match. It's a major headliner title session main event on Warfare, big big deal and lots of hype, yet then there's got to be some imbecilic grimy scour in there to cut down the worth and that guy's name rhymes with Karen." I max out on Pedro and he taps. One down, 4 to go in Scatball. Time for me to turn up the heat and I can't let my concentration be broken. I have to talk about something that has no chance of throwing me of my game. "So as I was stating Karen, you bring as much 2 the table as someone that don't wait no tables. Clearly that individual ain't bringing JACK to it then! Instead they're prah'lly attempting to sneak in through the back and take food off it! That be you, King Karen Overton or Double KK O as I will call you yet it's not a result of Lord Karen it's additionally on the grounds that yer so dumb and fat you take yerself out twice by attempting to talk keen! BOOYA BITCHBOI! RUH-RUH-RUH-ROASTEDDDD,D,D,D,D!"

I pause. I allow Overton to recuperate in light of the fact that I realize how hard I just hit him with those words. I'd be shocked in the event that he makes it to the show after he gets attacked to Damnation's last open casket fuckall expression procession in this promotion. OUCH! I'm belted over in pain right now on behalf of my victim of these hot werds. "That is to say, Karen pal, how u even going to cum back from this SH1T? Here we all thought Rob-E would be the man to get pinned and subbed by me simulcastly, but instead it's the K to the REN to the O to the TEN! Hey boi I just made yer name sound a hellovalot better than it did before I fixed it. K-Ren O-Ten. Thank me later you blissfully blubbery bag of slugs, right after I climb to that HARD title atop that ladder, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmm!"

But then.................. My jaws drop. My eye widens. That's when it hits me.

I just relaizeddeded that I'm the only fit person in my match. We got me with an ideal body" and you know I'm all about that SEXY ass pose as I continue, "but then we get two big smelly pigs from the zoo. Somebody call the Beastsexality Patrol to come collect these whales and put them to a gooder use. Any1 got the number to BP? You know what I just can't agree with that there fat lifestyle and I gotta bluster up on that a little bit here rn. It's like seriously if you're a fat disgusting sweathog of a person then it's time to stop standing at the fridge snacking on random ass cheese. It's time to stop buying those "fat free" snacks at the store because they sure as heck don't offset the 10 boxes of Twinks yer still buying. Mmmmm, mmmmm, twinks. But yeah if yer fat as hell you need'a stop making excuses like "oh my scale has dead batteries so I didn't know I was expanding" and the tired old "I ain't fat this week it's just that time of the month so I'm bloated" but yer a DUDE so I'm like WHAT-THE-FUGG is this boi talkin' bout? Bloat my asshole ok? Swell my butt pine alright? Give that a run 4the size and call me in the mornin'."

I keep thrusting like a friggin maniac as I cut theeee ever shitting snuff out of this proho.

But man, uh, Double KO and RBI (Robbie Bourbon Sucks!) don't stand a chance against a man who can do THIS!" and that's when the unspeakable occurs..... This is the point at which I pop that oak seed directly out of Chad and he let's out a high pitched yelp much like a puppy that just got kicked hard by someone who eats such a large number of Twinks so they had a fat substantial foot that truly hurt the pupper. :( The acorn flippitty dippity doozities all up and around like it's not going to land right in my ass but come on we all know it is. And........ boop! "Mmmm, right on in there!" And I squeeze my rear as tight as I can to make it mine. Chad passes out. 2 down, 8 to go. The count is growing as more fans hear about their idol Large Poppa Greggo Dick playing the scatgames once more. We're up to around 10 now 11 now 12 now 13 and I simply open my rear end wide to let Renaldo push that banana where Chad's oak seed dwells. IN MY ASS WHOLE!

Here's what I'm seeing as more people arrive. We're up to 99 people, no make that 149, no make that 4,873. So yeah uh, hmmmmmm, as you can see things are kinda getting out of hand or in some ways in hand. You guys wanna stick around or should I just end this RP (Realtime Porno) before it gets too XXXplicit? I let Brutus and Thor twofold my cancan while Peppino goes to work on that Greggo Dick. Mmmmm, he's pretty good too! For a woman. *****GAAAAASP?***** That's right all kinds are welcome 'round here. Even a WOH'man.

Can't say I'm surprised it's gotta be me to take that Hort title off yer shitty baddie hands Robbie. Can't say I'm dumbfuddleried by any stretch of the imagination good sir, ok you over stretched sock faced fuck? You remember when I managed the World champ? REMEMBER HER? The one you feared? The one U were too afraaaaaaid to put an RP ( Pissbag) up against in hopes of getting a shot at her? Coward. But that's ok then she went on to beat a different 900 pound donkey named Charlie. At least Charlie stepped up like the JOBBER he is, at least he knows his place at the underbelly of the feet of the real deal champzillas around here. YOU sure don't and you sure didn't step the F up to lay the F down like a good boy would'a done. Pussbag. Now I'ma make history off yer ass. Now I'm heading to name in lights at your expense. Now I'ma be it: First world champ manager of all time. EVER."

"What's more, Sideshow KO, should your fat ass even dream dare attempt to hinder me I'll push a freakin exploder projectile aka GRENADE up yer dick opening and pull the pin and by pin I DO mean yer dick so the granade's going to plop BACK out and afterward I'ma take it and smash it up yer ass, AND PULL THE PIN, and this time I mean THEEE pin. PLACKOWWWW BITCHBALLS! DONE BOI! K-DUNNNN!!!!! Goodness!!! Much obliged 4 coming BUCKY BEAVER!!!!!!"

I slow my pole again because I know I'll cum too soon if I don't, but at the same time I know I need to ease up on my mean words to K-Overweight By A Ton. "He's too fat and slow to keep up wit this wit and speed. Same can be said about Robbie but at least I like him. Well, no. LOL! I just don't think he's the Gilly of the match. We all know what happens when Gilly is in a match. He is the one that gets pinned! Hence how I earned this title shot." and pump pump pump, the bois are basically digging for oil at this point so let's just wrap this thing up. Yup, I grab a condom and HA HA HA HA HA YEAH RIGHT. I meant rap up the promo! Heh'Yeh! Gimme eh beat!

...beat ...beat ...beat

I don't start rappin yet. I do the badass slow talking insightful intro to lead you all in.

"I mean let's B real here. I realize Robbie particularly prefers to do moronic strange stuff like play with his werds n' do dem minimally amusing codewall tirades no one can actually decipher LOLzZz so I'ma play some werdsmith muse yum time of my own. Mmm......"

Boom boom boom
"I know a guy that's dumb"
clap clap clap
"I know a friggin' bitch"
pop pop pop
"But when Greggo comes to Wednesday Night Warfare and beats the fever lusting cuck outta him"
psh psh psh
"That Hort title gonna become the WERLD title boi! FUCK YEAH!"
Mmph mmph mmph
"So come 1 come all"
slap slap slap
"Watch me climb the wall"
tap tap tap
"See me grab the ball"
crack crack crack
"Feel me shake it all"
plop plop plop
"I'ma take a shit in Robbie's mouff. Boom."
BOOM BOOM BOOM

The bass explodes the speakers and the cameras and the WiFi's! We out!