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Post by Slut (✿ ◕‿◕) on Jun 27, 2017 8:45:59 GMT -4
Kahlan walks into the empty former EVPW gymnasium. Her path to the dusty ring is clear.
Slipping past the ropes, "Finally!"
She takes a deep breath to alleviate her excessive excitement.
"I'm the CHAMPION!"
She raises the Dragon rage and the Imperial championships above her head.
"Fuck you Vladimir, you were my easiest victory in Lion's Den. Fuck you Desperado, you unoriginal gimmick infringing noob. And fuck you Wolverina, like that time in the showers."
Kahlan grins stupidly at that last remark.
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Post by Vladimir Strife on Jul 18, 2017 19:17:17 GMT -4
From the shadows flies an object, coming over the top rope behind Kahlan and crashing onto the mat with a terrible clatter. The length of chain jangles as it slides into the back of her boots and comes to a stop, coldly reminding the 'champion' that she is not alone in the gymnasium.
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Post by Nicholas Carson on Aug 20, 2017 16:27:07 GMT -4
"I knew I smelled a bitch."
Stirring from his dirty unzipped sleeping bag, Nicholas Carson spies his prey like a hungry man would a meal and scurries to a stand. Without saying another word, he makes a beeline to the ring, enters, shoves Kay-Kay aside, exits the other side and finds Vlad in the shadows. He then slaps Vlad with his dick.
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Post by Vladimir Strife on Oct 19, 2017 6:04:31 GMT -4
Vladimir stands in shock at having been slapped with his own genitalia, it being readily apparent to the two former wrestlers and the mental asylum escapee whose adulthood had been filled with the seething rage that could be known only to a man who'd missed the sensual and forceful clasp of his father's hand on the back of his neck every night as he pumped him harder than a Jewish man trying to squeeze the last few drops out of a gas pump each night before he was returned to his cage in the corner of the basement that the swinging of Nicholas's fully erect member could never hit anything beyond the patch of squirrel-like fur that encompassed the only thing beyond his mentality that had failed to mature since those adolescent years of savage rectum stretching.
Snapping out of his disbelief, hatred begins to boil in the eye of the GodKing towards the man he'd demolished in that very ring to begin his first reign as the Imperial Champion. The breadth of the shitstorm he'd just summoned dawning upon him, the man audiences had begged to put back on the clown makeup stumbles over his own feet and falls backwards, the wet splat of the shit in his pants audible to KaHLaN and Vladimir as he lands upon his bottom. He scrambles to his feet, swiftly scooping up as much of his defecation into his good hand as he can to utilize later in the bathroom of a Texaco where he would be swatting fervently at the fishing lure he'd been endowed with. Carson makes a beeline for the door, stumbling hard over one of the many phantasmal visions that'd accompanied the extra chromosome he'd inherited from the Hills Have Eyes inspirations that'd he'd come to know as Auntie-Mom and Uncle-Daddy-Dearest; the very tragic illusions that'd lead him to ever believe he held relevancy or skills in terms of the realms of professional wrestling.
The Czar of Scars shakes his head as the lumbering byproduct of incestual rape exits the gymnasium and then himself excuses himself through a different route, eager to put distance between himself and the overwhelming stench of feces that'd lingered in the air from Nicholas Carson long before he'd fearfully filled his pants full of his career's descriptor.
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Post by Slut (✿ ◕‿◕) on Dec 1, 2017 8:19:16 GMT -4
Good job fucking up a perfectly nice RP. MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Post by Nicholas Carson on Dec 2, 2017 1:57:43 GMT -4
Blah blah blah blah, dick joke, blah blah, dick joke, ineffectual and grossly outdated insults, blah blah blah, dick joke, blah blah blah, mommy never loved me, blah blah blah, banhammer.
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