Post by Carlos Bruton on Jun 19, 2012 7:31:27 GMT -6
[The scene opens to a penthouse suite that has definitely seen better days. The floor is littered with champagne bottles, pizza slices and clothing. Dozens of people are lying asleep on pieces of furniture around the suite and the camera then heads into the master bedroom where Carlos Bruton is asleep on a king bed with 2 naked women. Carlos Bruton's friend Kai walks in with a big bucket of water and throws right on Carlos and the girls.]
Bruton: Aye what the hell man?!
[The girls screams makes the suite fill with groans from the waking party goers.]
Kai: 10 straight days of partying is enough Carlos! It's been a whole lot of fun but you have to do SOME work before the Roy Lee Rumble.
Bruton: Come on man, you're ruining my buzz.
Kai: Yeah well if you don't get your ass into gear you won't be able to fund your buzz anymore.
Bruton: I'll be fine, I'll just train tomorrow.
Kai: You've said that the past 9 days! Now get up!
[Kai grabs another bucket of water he was holding onto behind him and throws it again onto Carlos. Carlos jumps up with the chill.]
Bruton: Alright, I'm up!
Kai: Good, now get all these people out of the suite. The WpW wants you to shoot a promo to hype up the Rumble.
Bruton: Ok mom! Damn man, I forgot that you can be like this when you're not high.
[Bruton smirks at Kai and slaps him on the back as he leaves the room to get the others out of the suite.]
[The WpW production crew has arrived and set up their equipment ready for Carlos Bruton to shoot a promo. The penthouse suite has been cleaned and looks like a completely different room. Carlos is situated on the couch with his All Time Television Title sitting on his lap. He takes his sunglasses off and smirks at the cameras.]
Bruton: What did I tell you WpW? The doubters told me that I wouldn't be able to do it on my terms. Well just like my good friend Frankie, I did it my way! There's a reason that the All Time Television Title is sitting rightfully in my hands and that's because I'm a straight up superstar. All the guys in the backstage thought that I was too lazy to ever amount to anything. Well, sure you could call me lazy, but I prefer the name 'champion.' Actually scrap that, call me 'two-time champion'.
At Goldpush 61 it was a true homecoming to celebrate. It was only fitting that the only match on the card would showcase my dominance and prove to the world that I'm the greatest superstar on the planet. Even if meant that I had to beat the that sexy piece of ass Amber Grace it was all worth it. Here's hoping that I get to beat her sexy ass out of the ring too if you get me.
[Carlos puts his hand to the side of his mouth as if to share a secret before he wispers:]
Bruton: It means that I would very much like to have sex with her.
[Carlos laughs at sounding out the obvious.]
Bruton: But that's the life of a superstar, you know? Now that I've got the bling around my waist I've got the best pussy on the planet on tap whenever I want. But if you look on the flip side, you've got Lucy U giving up her pussy to whoever wants it, whenever they want it. She thinks she's got what it takes to try snatch my belt from me and I'll welcome her to my ring, I wouldn't mind giving her ass a spanking myself.
A whole lot of people say the same old shit when they see Lucy U enter the WpW ring. They say 'oh she's such a slut', 'oh she's got no talent in the wrestling ring' and 'she's defacing the name of the wrestling and the WpW'. To all that I say, chill the fudge out people, if its angering you that much then come get mellow with me and my good friend 'Mary Jane'. If she's passing out the pussy then it's fine by me. Sure she might not have any talents in the ring, but damn does she have some talents outside of it. And she's not even relevant enough to put a scratch on the good name of wrestling. I'm the two-time Television Champ, I'm the one who is the face of the WpW.
That's all that the old man Thunder is talking about these days though isn't it. The man is a damn broken record the way that he goes on about restoring the order of the WpW. The WpW looks fine by me. I'm once again a rightful champion and I didn't have to lift a finger to do it. Everything seems fine by me. Sorry Thunder but there is no way you are just going to walk into the WpW and take it by storm without me having a say about it. I'm here to take every piece of gold that the WpW has to offer so that the liquor keeps flowing and the babes keep flocking.
At the Roy Lee Rumble I'm going to keep this belt firmly in my hands and I'm going to keep the party going. After that final bells sounds and the real festivities begin, Lucy U and Thunder will be more than welcome to celebrate it with me. Peace and love WpW, I'm the champ and it's a good day.
[Carlos puts his shades back on and the feed to Channel 88 ends. Fade to Black.]
Bruton: Aye what the hell man?!
[The girls screams makes the suite fill with groans from the waking party goers.]
Kai: 10 straight days of partying is enough Carlos! It's been a whole lot of fun but you have to do SOME work before the Roy Lee Rumble.
Bruton: Come on man, you're ruining my buzz.
Kai: Yeah well if you don't get your ass into gear you won't be able to fund your buzz anymore.
Bruton: I'll be fine, I'll just train tomorrow.
Kai: You've said that the past 9 days! Now get up!
[Kai grabs another bucket of water he was holding onto behind him and throws it again onto Carlos. Carlos jumps up with the chill.]
Bruton: Alright, I'm up!
Kai: Good, now get all these people out of the suite. The WpW wants you to shoot a promo to hype up the Rumble.
Bruton: Ok mom! Damn man, I forgot that you can be like this when you're not high.
[Bruton smirks at Kai and slaps him on the back as he leaves the room to get the others out of the suite.]
4 HOURS LATER
[The WpW production crew has arrived and set up their equipment ready for Carlos Bruton to shoot a promo. The penthouse suite has been cleaned and looks like a completely different room. Carlos is situated on the couch with his All Time Television Title sitting on his lap. He takes his sunglasses off and smirks at the cameras.]
Bruton: What did I tell you WpW? The doubters told me that I wouldn't be able to do it on my terms. Well just like my good friend Frankie, I did it my way! There's a reason that the All Time Television Title is sitting rightfully in my hands and that's because I'm a straight up superstar. All the guys in the backstage thought that I was too lazy to ever amount to anything. Well, sure you could call me lazy, but I prefer the name 'champion.' Actually scrap that, call me 'two-time champion'.
At Goldpush 61 it was a true homecoming to celebrate. It was only fitting that the only match on the card would showcase my dominance and prove to the world that I'm the greatest superstar on the planet. Even if meant that I had to beat the that sexy piece of ass Amber Grace it was all worth it. Here's hoping that I get to beat her sexy ass out of the ring too if you get me.
[Carlos puts his hand to the side of his mouth as if to share a secret before he wispers:]
Bruton: It means that I would very much like to have sex with her.
[Carlos laughs at sounding out the obvious.]
Bruton: But that's the life of a superstar, you know? Now that I've got the bling around my waist I've got the best pussy on the planet on tap whenever I want. But if you look on the flip side, you've got Lucy U giving up her pussy to whoever wants it, whenever they want it. She thinks she's got what it takes to try snatch my belt from me and I'll welcome her to my ring, I wouldn't mind giving her ass a spanking myself.
A whole lot of people say the same old shit when they see Lucy U enter the WpW ring. They say 'oh she's such a slut', 'oh she's got no talent in the wrestling ring' and 'she's defacing the name of the wrestling and the WpW'. To all that I say, chill the fudge out people, if its angering you that much then come get mellow with me and my good friend 'Mary Jane'. If she's passing out the pussy then it's fine by me. Sure she might not have any talents in the ring, but damn does she have some talents outside of it. And she's not even relevant enough to put a scratch on the good name of wrestling. I'm the two-time Television Champ, I'm the one who is the face of the WpW.
That's all that the old man Thunder is talking about these days though isn't it. The man is a damn broken record the way that he goes on about restoring the order of the WpW. The WpW looks fine by me. I'm once again a rightful champion and I didn't have to lift a finger to do it. Everything seems fine by me. Sorry Thunder but there is no way you are just going to walk into the WpW and take it by storm without me having a say about it. I'm here to take every piece of gold that the WpW has to offer so that the liquor keeps flowing and the babes keep flocking.
At the Roy Lee Rumble I'm going to keep this belt firmly in my hands and I'm going to keep the party going. After that final bells sounds and the real festivities begin, Lucy U and Thunder will be more than welcome to celebrate it with me. Peace and love WpW, I'm the champ and it's a good day.
[Carlos puts his shades back on and the feed to Channel 88 ends. Fade to Black.]
