Post by Kasabian Stalker on Sept 22, 2015 0:21:40 GMT -4
The sound of skin slapping against skin. A low mumbled moan of pleasure follows a second slap. Our scene opens to find a single man, Kasabian Stalker, as naked as the day he was born. He faces with his bare behind to the camera, keeping the scene somewhat PG-13 as yet. A bottle of baby oil is clasped in one hand, which he pours into the palm of his second. Rubbing his hands together for a moment to spread the shiny liquid out, he begins to run the oil into the small of his back, then down each cheek of his toned behind. As one, his hands slap both cheeks and he lets out another moan of pleasure.
Kasabian turns around, stark naked, to face the camera. His ever-so-slightly undersized piece hangs between his legs, not yet woken up to attention. Kasabian winks and smiles at the camera as he runs his hands over his chest.
"Kasabian Stalker is a man with nothing to hide." He begins, blowing a kiss in the direction of the lens before returning to his greasy smile. "I know how good I am, I know that there is not a man, woman or child on God's green Earth that I could not beat. I am the kind of guy who is comfortable in my own skin, just as beautiful as God made me.
When you look at me, you see the picture of perfection. You see what a man is supposed to look like."
He runs his hands down his chest, over his freshly shaven family jewels. Aside from the goatee, there is not a hair on the man's body. 'Little Kasabian' gives a slight twitch, a yawn as his phallic friend begins to wake.
"I am the man who has an undefeated record second only to Vladimir Strife himself. I am the man who took this place by storm back in its hey-day. And I am the man that is going to butt-fuck the entire competition come the end of this tournament. Be ready for the reign of perversion, because it begins with one statement."
He holds his now semi-awake member in his hand, stretching the skin so that it forms a small bridge over his wrist.
"A bridge, a stepping stone. That is all the first round is. Either you are used as a springboard to somebody else's success, or you springboard over somebody else.
I stand here preparing to take on the evil Harry Potter, Potter's forgotten retarded cousin... Am I supposed to quake in fear?"
At that, he releases the bridge, waving his phallic puppet from side to side.
"No sir." Kasabian releases his hold and smiles. "Kasabian does not back down. Kasabian does not go out early. He goes all night, he is ALWAYS the last to finish because he is a kind and giving lover. I step right past that line of what is appropriate, I have no idea when to stop. I am the runaway train, once Stalker gets started, just get the hell out of the way or this python..." He uses his hands to draw attention to his member once more "... will bite."
Kasabian proceeds to wind his member around in a windmill shape, much like every pre-teenage boy would have looking in the mirror growing up. As the windmill hypnotically rotates, he poses his query.
"Do you want to see a magic trick, Warlock?" He smiles as his 'windmill' continues to wind. "How about a foot shoved so far up your ass that it makes you gag? How about a nice magic game of 'hide the pickle'. I'm ready for some action, and I don't care if I have to take it by force.
Kasabian Stalker doesn't waste his time with illusions or magic tricks. He hits hard, he hits fast... in the ring and in the bedroom. The people of Manilla have no freaking idea what the hell they are in for. So buckle up, because when I am finished with you, there will be nothing left but a couple of orphaned birds, an ass that can't take any more punishment and a magic wand standing at attention... mine, not yours."
When he lets go of the 'windmill' once again, it is clear that 'Little Kasabian' had woken up. The camera quickly shifts away from the danger zone, zooming in on a torso and head shot of the Pervert's shiny bald skull.
"I don't claim to be a magician, I don't claim to be the 'Most Evil Man in EVPW. I'm just some Pervert who likes to have a bit of fun. What I am is somebody who takes what he wants, a piece of ass, a title belt... When I get it in my sights, I am unstoppable. Many have tried, and failed.
And what I want is to be crowned king. You, and your fine magical ass, are standing in my way Harry Potter... Mark my words... You're going down."
With that, Kasabian turns, taking himself and his not-so-flaccid member away from the eyes of the poor people of Manilla, continuing to rub baby oil on himself as he does so.
EOT
OOC - Time for a shower... I feel dirty.
Kasabian turns around, stark naked, to face the camera. His ever-so-slightly undersized piece hangs between his legs, not yet woken up to attention. Kasabian winks and smiles at the camera as he runs his hands over his chest.
"Kasabian Stalker is a man with nothing to hide." He begins, blowing a kiss in the direction of the lens before returning to his greasy smile. "I know how good I am, I know that there is not a man, woman or child on God's green Earth that I could not beat. I am the kind of guy who is comfortable in my own skin, just as beautiful as God made me.
When you look at me, you see the picture of perfection. You see what a man is supposed to look like."
He runs his hands down his chest, over his freshly shaven family jewels. Aside from the goatee, there is not a hair on the man's body. 'Little Kasabian' gives a slight twitch, a yawn as his phallic friend begins to wake.
"I am the man who has an undefeated record second only to Vladimir Strife himself. I am the man who took this place by storm back in its hey-day. And I am the man that is going to butt-fuck the entire competition come the end of this tournament. Be ready for the reign of perversion, because it begins with one statement."
He holds his now semi-awake member in his hand, stretching the skin so that it forms a small bridge over his wrist.
"A bridge, a stepping stone. That is all the first round is. Either you are used as a springboard to somebody else's success, or you springboard over somebody else.
I stand here preparing to take on the evil Harry Potter, Potter's forgotten retarded cousin... Am I supposed to quake in fear?"
At that, he releases the bridge, waving his phallic puppet from side to side.
"No sir." Kasabian releases his hold and smiles. "Kasabian does not back down. Kasabian does not go out early. He goes all night, he is ALWAYS the last to finish because he is a kind and giving lover. I step right past that line of what is appropriate, I have no idea when to stop. I am the runaway train, once Stalker gets started, just get the hell out of the way or this python..." He uses his hands to draw attention to his member once more "... will bite."
Kasabian proceeds to wind his member around in a windmill shape, much like every pre-teenage boy would have looking in the mirror growing up. As the windmill hypnotically rotates, he poses his query.
"Do you want to see a magic trick, Warlock?" He smiles as his 'windmill' continues to wind. "How about a foot shoved so far up your ass that it makes you gag? How about a nice magic game of 'hide the pickle'. I'm ready for some action, and I don't care if I have to take it by force.
Kasabian Stalker doesn't waste his time with illusions or magic tricks. He hits hard, he hits fast... in the ring and in the bedroom. The people of Manilla have no freaking idea what the hell they are in for. So buckle up, because when I am finished with you, there will be nothing left but a couple of orphaned birds, an ass that can't take any more punishment and a magic wand standing at attention... mine, not yours."
When he lets go of the 'windmill' once again, it is clear that 'Little Kasabian' had woken up. The camera quickly shifts away from the danger zone, zooming in on a torso and head shot of the Pervert's shiny bald skull.
"I don't claim to be a magician, I don't claim to be the 'Most Evil Man in EVPW. I'm just some Pervert who likes to have a bit of fun. What I am is somebody who takes what he wants, a piece of ass, a title belt... When I get it in my sights, I am unstoppable. Many have tried, and failed.
And what I want is to be crowned king. You, and your fine magical ass, are standing in my way Harry Potter... Mark my words... You're going down."
With that, Kasabian turns, taking himself and his not-so-flaccid member away from the eyes of the poor people of Manilla, continuing to rub baby oil on himself as he does so.
EOT
OOC - Time for a shower... I feel dirty.
