Post by Frost on Aug 25, 2012 23:59:18 GMT -6
ooc note: Just added the color for the trash talk thats what was edited.
“Frost! Where are you going? Frost! Frost!!!”
I turn around in the hallway and look at Jacob Dalton, my agent.
“Give me a minute, I’ll meet you later alright?”
“Fine, I’ll be at my hotel suite, call me after your finished doing what you’re about to do.”
I nod my head; my only focus is getting in contact with Carly, the beautiful woman from my Tag Team Titles Press Conference. I carefully walk around the building and begin calling her, hoping she picks up.
“C’mon.”
It rings several times.
“Shit.”
“Looking for me?”
She seductively states while running her finger down my spine, I turn around already aroused.
“Hey!”
I gulp, definitely not expecting her or at least expecting her so soon.
“How about we head to my room….”
“Alright.”
Without even thinking I follow this women to the elevator, the whole time my mind is going so many different places and thinking about what I will do to this woman in so many different positions, I try to contain myself but to no avail.
“Don’t be shy…”
We enter the elevator, and an old woman enters before I can lift Carly up.
“Floor thirteen please…”
Carly and I glance at one another, attempting not to giggle.
“What?”
“There’s no thirteenth floor here, in fact very few places have a thirteenth floor to begin with.”
“Meh, all that supernatural gibberish is childish. People should grow a pair for a change!”
“Who are you? Betty White?”
The three of us all laugh with one another.
“Well, here’s my floor, you two love birds enjoy yourselves.”
She gradually leaves the elevator, I’m thinking to myself that this women may be funny but there is nothing that signals love about what’s about to go down, just two adults lusting over one another, I doubt that this’ll become anything after this night and I can guarantee she feels the same.
“So…where to?”
“Floor ten.”
She smiles at me, approaches me and wraps her arm around me, she pulls me in and begins the best French kissing session that I’ve probably ever had, or at least in recent memory.
We finally arrive to floor ten.
“Close your eyes.”
I close them, following her every move like a foolish child following a stranger that waves candy in their face.
“Oh this is going to be good….”
I fumble and try to peak but then I close my eyes completely realizing that I may spoil whatever may be in store for me.
“Just a little bit longer.”
I hear a door opening and we enter a room.
“Are you ready?”
“Oh yeah baby of course.”
“Oh yeah baby of course…”
I move her hands from my eyes and open my eyes, that voice… It’s so familiar and honestly it’s a voice I rather not hear, at least right about now…..
“Hi bro.”
He laughs as if this is all some game.
“You’re such a fucking tool!”
“Carly?” I ask. “What’s going on?”
Carly gives a sinister smile and walks over to my younger Brother Evan who simply smiles and looks at me up and down.
“What the f**k is this?!”
To be continued….
“I’m embarking on a quest to help rid the World Pro Wrestling organization of cancers like Firebombs family. I’ve entered a quest that has many haters telling me that I’m selfish and that I’m title hungry. I’m not title hungry I just want to win and honestly that’s what I’m doing, winning. People are telling me that I’m selfish because the tag match when I’m holding gold but all I did was try to help this company. I’ve been called a “so called World Champion” by guys like Jordan Thunder who’ve never held the title and as long as I’m lacing a pair of boots here in WPW he never will hold the strap.
Then I have Marquee and little Tommy wanting to team up to stop me. Why is that? Is it because they both realize just how fucked they are? I’m beginning to think so, why else would they align themselves with one another if they couldn’t get the job done alone? But then again, there reasoning is because I talk a lot of shit, which I do, but I can’t help it, I’ve been a fighter since I was a little sperm swimming in sack.
You’d think that I was a heel with the amount of shit I talk, the amount of profanity in my vocabulary and the amount of swag I have when I enter a room, that’s just my aura but you all can consider it my swag. I bust my ass to get on the top of WPW and I’m not going out without a bang, and honestly I’m not going out tomorrow night, period.
You can scheme all day but if you can’t execute you’ll be flat on your backs. T- Bomb, I say a lot about Angel and Firebomb but let’s discuss you and your MMA background, imagine how it’s going to look when a wrestler makes your MMA tap out in the middle of that ring like a little bitch. Isn’t that going to tarnish your name along with the name of some MMA guys trying to break into this business? I’ll say.
You do make some good points, you’re right I haven’t done what you and your family have done for this business, I haven’t fucked it up with toned down porn and nonstop orgies and swingers parties, I don’t mention sex at least one every week like some deranged moronic village idiot, no I actually beat the shit out of wrestlers who can wrestle. If anything you’ve buried the business, I mean the last you’re your family held the title didn’t this company go under? Yeah I do my homework so somebody call and tell Shawn the big news! So much for me tanking companies right?
You all can scheme all you want to but I know better, when I hand both you and Jersey Shore your asses on a silver plate I want you to take the time and realize that you were flat out beaten by a far superior athlete in every way possible. I want you both to fathom that neither of you and hell not even your families will ever touch the World Championship as long as I am a member of this company. That’s a promise and I don’t care if you try to screw me over, that’s not happening and you damn well better believe that you both are going to feel the Deep Freeze and the Frost Bite before the referee slams his hands down for the 1….2….3…. and I raise the World Championship up as I’ve retained the top title this company has to offer.
For all those naysayers, realize that I didn’t bribe the company, I didn’t make alliances with the boys upstairs, I came here and I conquered, I didn’t ask for handouts, I didn’t ask for someone to let me in, I burst the fucking door wide open and said “I’M HOME BITCHES!!!”
You all look at me as an outsider but pretty soon you’ll come to recognize me as the measuring stick. Don’t worry Marquee, I didn’t forget about you, I’ll invite you to the Afterparty and hell let’s hope you’ll lighten up after that I’m sure Tommy will be busy getting fisted by his sister to care.
You all have been here longer than I but nobody works harder for this company more than me, you all know it and the fans know it and when the millions and millions of Frost fans are shouting my name from the top of their lungs, you’ll all realize that I’m here to stay.”
[/color]I turn around in the hallway and look at Jacob Dalton, my agent.
“Give me a minute, I’ll meet you later alright?”
“Fine, I’ll be at my hotel suite, call me after your finished doing what you’re about to do.”
I nod my head; my only focus is getting in contact with Carly, the beautiful woman from my Tag Team Titles Press Conference. I carefully walk around the building and begin calling her, hoping she picks up.
“C’mon.”
It rings several times.
“Shit.”
“Looking for me?”
She seductively states while running her finger down my spine, I turn around already aroused.
“Hey!”
I gulp, definitely not expecting her or at least expecting her so soon.
“How about we head to my room….”
“Alright.”
Without even thinking I follow this women to the elevator, the whole time my mind is going so many different places and thinking about what I will do to this woman in so many different positions, I try to contain myself but to no avail.
“Don’t be shy…”
We enter the elevator, and an old woman enters before I can lift Carly up.
“Floor thirteen please…”
Carly and I glance at one another, attempting not to giggle.
“What?”
“There’s no thirteenth floor here, in fact very few places have a thirteenth floor to begin with.”
“Meh, all that supernatural gibberish is childish. People should grow a pair for a change!”
“Who are you? Betty White?”
The three of us all laugh with one another.
“Well, here’s my floor, you two love birds enjoy yourselves.”
She gradually leaves the elevator, I’m thinking to myself that this women may be funny but there is nothing that signals love about what’s about to go down, just two adults lusting over one another, I doubt that this’ll become anything after this night and I can guarantee she feels the same.
“So…where to?”
“Floor ten.”
She smiles at me, approaches me and wraps her arm around me, she pulls me in and begins the best French kissing session that I’ve probably ever had, or at least in recent memory.
We finally arrive to floor ten.
“Close your eyes.”
I close them, following her every move like a foolish child following a stranger that waves candy in their face.
“Oh this is going to be good….”
I fumble and try to peak but then I close my eyes completely realizing that I may spoil whatever may be in store for me.
“Just a little bit longer.”
I hear a door opening and we enter a room.
“Are you ready?”
“Oh yeah baby of course.”
“Oh yeah baby of course…”
I move her hands from my eyes and open my eyes, that voice… It’s so familiar and honestly it’s a voice I rather not hear, at least right about now…..
“Hi bro.”
He laughs as if this is all some game.
“You’re such a fucking tool!”
“Carly?” I ask. “What’s going on?”
Carly gives a sinister smile and walks over to my younger Brother Evan who simply smiles and looks at me up and down.
“What the f**k is this?!”
To be continued….
“I’m embarking on a quest to help rid the World Pro Wrestling organization of cancers like Firebombs family. I’ve entered a quest that has many haters telling me that I’m selfish and that I’m title hungry. I’m not title hungry I just want to win and honestly that’s what I’m doing, winning. People are telling me that I’m selfish because the tag match when I’m holding gold but all I did was try to help this company. I’ve been called a “so called World Champion” by guys like Jordan Thunder who’ve never held the title and as long as I’m lacing a pair of boots here in WPW he never will hold the strap.
Then I have Marquee and little Tommy wanting to team up to stop me. Why is that? Is it because they both realize just how fucked they are? I’m beginning to think so, why else would they align themselves with one another if they couldn’t get the job done alone? But then again, there reasoning is because I talk a lot of shit, which I do, but I can’t help it, I’ve been a fighter since I was a little sperm swimming in sack.
You’d think that I was a heel with the amount of shit I talk, the amount of profanity in my vocabulary and the amount of swag I have when I enter a room, that’s just my aura but you all can consider it my swag. I bust my ass to get on the top of WPW and I’m not going out without a bang, and honestly I’m not going out tomorrow night, period.
You can scheme all day but if you can’t execute you’ll be flat on your backs. T- Bomb, I say a lot about Angel and Firebomb but let’s discuss you and your MMA background, imagine how it’s going to look when a wrestler makes your MMA tap out in the middle of that ring like a little bitch. Isn’t that going to tarnish your name along with the name of some MMA guys trying to break into this business? I’ll say.
You do make some good points, you’re right I haven’t done what you and your family have done for this business, I haven’t fucked it up with toned down porn and nonstop orgies and swingers parties, I don’t mention sex at least one every week like some deranged moronic village idiot, no I actually beat the shit out of wrestlers who can wrestle. If anything you’ve buried the business, I mean the last you’re your family held the title didn’t this company go under? Yeah I do my homework so somebody call and tell Shawn the big news! So much for me tanking companies right?
You all can scheme all you want to but I know better, when I hand both you and Jersey Shore your asses on a silver plate I want you to take the time and realize that you were flat out beaten by a far superior athlete in every way possible. I want you both to fathom that neither of you and hell not even your families will ever touch the World Championship as long as I am a member of this company. That’s a promise and I don’t care if you try to screw me over, that’s not happening and you damn well better believe that you both are going to feel the Deep Freeze and the Frost Bite before the referee slams his hands down for the 1….2….3…. and I raise the World Championship up as I’ve retained the top title this company has to offer.
For all those naysayers, realize that I didn’t bribe the company, I didn’t make alliances with the boys upstairs, I came here and I conquered, I didn’t ask for handouts, I didn’t ask for someone to let me in, I burst the fucking door wide open and said “I’M HOME BITCHES!!!”
You all look at me as an outsider but pretty soon you’ll come to recognize me as the measuring stick. Don’t worry Marquee, I didn’t forget about you, I’ll invite you to the Afterparty and hell let’s hope you’ll lighten up after that I’m sure Tommy will be busy getting fisted by his sister to care.
You all have been here longer than I but nobody works harder for this company more than me, you all know it and the fans know it and when the millions and millions of Frost fans are shouting my name from the top of their lungs, you’ll all realize that I’m here to stay.”
