Post by orgelambart on Feb 25, 2011 21:00:01 GMT -5
"Look at that chicken faced, cock breath, anal lobbing faggot"
An angry Sevend Swanson slams his television remote control into his wooden table.
"That motherfucker Ryan Seacrest is gay as shit, but nobody talks about it."
His partner in crime Orge Lambart sits next to his lounging with his feet propped up on the cherry red oak table S'ven just smashed the remote on.
"It's ok Sevie, who cares if Seacrest is gay, I mean fuck, it's not like it effects you one way or the other. Besides if this gay dude wants to stay in the closet, who the fuck are you to tell him otherwise."
Sevend peer at Orge, his brow curves downward
"It's fellows like this that make openly homosexual people like myself get a bad name. Look at John Travolta, everyone knows that guy gets down and fucks other men, but he sits there silently with his trophy wife and retarded kid."
Orge waves his eyes from side to side
"Hey S'ven, Travolta kid just died like last year, should you really be talking like that?"
"Fuck em, everybody dies, it's just a matter of how and when, like that piece of garbage that died a few weeks ago, whats his name?"
Orge shrugs his shoulders unknowingly
"Not really sure who you're talking about, but don't you think we should begin to stratigize our upcoming match, I mean hell I've been pretty shitty since I've returned to the ring. WHat have I won like a single match, that's pretty wack."
S'ven reaches up and grabs a huft of his reddish chin hair, he yanks down and looks toward the sky
"It's not about winning and losing dude, it's about style, and fuck all if you aren't the most stylish son of a bitch in the kingdom of pride, fuck you probably have the most experience of any wrestler, you were winning championships while these assholes were suckling mommies titty. Hell you could beat half of them in your sleep if you had the actual motivation."
Orge looks toward the sky
"Yeah I could probably beat any of these assclowns if I really wanted too. I mean seriously Galean Rose, who the fuck wants to fight a faggot calling himself Gaylen. It's pretty lame of this management to even think someone of my caliber should be squared off against some two bit piece of pond scum like that. Hell they could give me a labodomy like Jack Nickleson in One Flew over the Cocks nest and I'd still pin his ass with the quick one, two and then three."
Sven and Orge chuckle a moment, an awkward chuckle that seems to last a little too long.
"Anyway Orge, what about this other dude Silence, you worried about him?"
Orge shakes his head no
"Why the hell would I be afraid to face some jerkoff like Silence?"
S'ven rolls his eyes as if thinking
"Didn't he beat you once before?"
Orge ponders for a moment
"Who gives a fuck, I don't know, he probably did, I've been wacked out on these fucking pills I found in your bag."
Sven looks confused
"Those pills don't make you wacked, they are viagra."
Orge smiles
"I know, that explains why I've been having a raging boner these past few weeks, hell I think the tip actually penetrated Dru the Merc last week, probably why he got so pissed off and actually managed to defeat me."
Sevend clears his throat and hocks up a wad of flem
"Damn that's the last time I let Larry keep it in there."
"S'ven you sick bastard, I don't want to hear about that nasty stuff, and incase you didn't notice, these fucking cameras don't want to know about your sex life either."
Sven begins to blush
"Well wait a minute, maybe they'd like to hear that story you have about Gaylen, you know the one with the Gerbil and funnel.
An angry Sevend Swanson slams his television remote control into his wooden table.
"That motherfucker Ryan Seacrest is gay as shit, but nobody talks about it."
His partner in crime Orge Lambart sits next to his lounging with his feet propped up on the cherry red oak table S'ven just smashed the remote on.
"It's ok Sevie, who cares if Seacrest is gay, I mean fuck, it's not like it effects you one way or the other. Besides if this gay dude wants to stay in the closet, who the fuck are you to tell him otherwise."
Sevend peer at Orge, his brow curves downward
"It's fellows like this that make openly homosexual people like myself get a bad name. Look at John Travolta, everyone knows that guy gets down and fucks other men, but he sits there silently with his trophy wife and retarded kid."
Orge waves his eyes from side to side
"Hey S'ven, Travolta kid just died like last year, should you really be talking like that?"
"Fuck em, everybody dies, it's just a matter of how and when, like that piece of garbage that died a few weeks ago, whats his name?"
Orge shrugs his shoulders unknowingly
"Not really sure who you're talking about, but don't you think we should begin to stratigize our upcoming match, I mean hell I've been pretty shitty since I've returned to the ring. WHat have I won like a single match, that's pretty wack."
S'ven reaches up and grabs a huft of his reddish chin hair, he yanks down and looks toward the sky
"It's not about winning and losing dude, it's about style, and fuck all if you aren't the most stylish son of a bitch in the kingdom of pride, fuck you probably have the most experience of any wrestler, you were winning championships while these assholes were suckling mommies titty. Hell you could beat half of them in your sleep if you had the actual motivation."
Orge looks toward the sky
"Yeah I could probably beat any of these assclowns if I really wanted too. I mean seriously Galean Rose, who the fuck wants to fight a faggot calling himself Gaylen. It's pretty lame of this management to even think someone of my caliber should be squared off against some two bit piece of pond scum like that. Hell they could give me a labodomy like Jack Nickleson in One Flew over the Cocks nest and I'd still pin his ass with the quick one, two and then three."
Sven and Orge chuckle a moment, an awkward chuckle that seems to last a little too long.
"Anyway Orge, what about this other dude Silence, you worried about him?"
Orge shakes his head no
"Why the hell would I be afraid to face some jerkoff like Silence?"
S'ven rolls his eyes as if thinking
"Didn't he beat you once before?"
Orge ponders for a moment
"Who gives a fuck, I don't know, he probably did, I've been wacked out on these fucking pills I found in your bag."
Sven looks confused
"Those pills don't make you wacked, they are viagra."
Orge smiles
"I know, that explains why I've been having a raging boner these past few weeks, hell I think the tip actually penetrated Dru the Merc last week, probably why he got so pissed off and actually managed to defeat me."
Sevend clears his throat and hocks up a wad of flem
"Damn that's the last time I let Larry keep it in there."
"S'ven you sick bastard, I don't want to hear about that nasty stuff, and incase you didn't notice, these fucking cameras don't want to know about your sex life either."
Sven begins to blush
"Well wait a minute, maybe they'd like to hear that story you have about Gaylen, you know the one with the Gerbil and funnel.