Post by Gabriel Tuck on Apr 12, 2020 23:29:17 GMT -5
At a local pub, Gabriel Tuck sits in a bar stool with a beer in hand. He downs the beer with a laugh and orders another one as a couple of hot girls sit by his side, getting their own drinks refilled at the same time.
Tuck: Did you see that fucking Chamber as his ass was taken away? He’ll be fighting for that Warden, Cyrus Black mother fucker. Maybe he’ll get shanked in the mother fucking shower. Ya know?
The girls giggle at Gabriel’s words.
Tuck: So, I’m going to introduce the Prestige class. Sticky? Who am I facing?
The girls look at each other and then to Gabriel. Sticky isn’t anywhere in sight. Gabriel looks at the girls and grins, taking another swig of his beer.
Tuck: Fuck, I forgot. Sticky is off recruiting new clowns or at least trying to. He doesn’t give off the most welcoming vibe. Sasha, Brianna. Do you girls know who I’m facing in my match?
The girls look at each other and shrug. Gabriel sighs and drinks some more of his beer downing half the glass.
Tuck: Well, fuck. I’m going to need a fucking secretary or something to keep track of my wrestling career for me. You girls know that I was World champion someplace?
Sasha: Was it a reputable place?
Brianna: Did you fight many people in defending it?
Tuck: Well...no on all counts. I mean I did defend the title, but it was stolen from me. Ok, maybe I sent the title belt off with a corpse in a Viking funeral and destroyed the championship belt before leaving the company. I did leave them with a rather nice plastic replica I bought from a toy store that was for a reputable company and spray painted the letters of the wrestling company on it.
Sasha: So you were a big fish in a small pond?
Brianna: Did you really deserve the World title?
Tuck: Well...no. It also didn’t deserve to be called a World title. Quit bustin’ my balls, baby dolls. That is, unless you gonna caress them afterward.
Sasha gives Briannna a smile and places her hands on Gabriel’s shoulders to massage them.
Sasha: We wouldn’t think of doing anything less than that.
Brianna: Would you like that satisfaction now?
Tuck: Well, I would rather to take this to something a bit more private.
Brianna: You got a motel room?
Tuck: I was thinking of the alley out back, but a motel room works. I think I got one of those as a perk of being with the Syndicate.
Gabriel digs into his pocket, a difficult task with the way the girls are rubbing on him. His own dick getting in the way and shit. He pulls out a motel key for the motel next door.
Tuck: Fuck yeah. Let’s take this shit on the road.
Gabriel downs the rest of his beer and leaves a tip on the bar, putting an arm around the shoulders of each girl as they walk out of the pub and toward the motel.
Tuck: Did you see that fucking Chamber as his ass was taken away? He’ll be fighting for that Warden, Cyrus Black mother fucker. Maybe he’ll get shanked in the mother fucking shower. Ya know?
The girls giggle at Gabriel’s words.
Tuck: So, I’m going to introduce the Prestige class. Sticky? Who am I facing?
The girls look at each other and then to Gabriel. Sticky isn’t anywhere in sight. Gabriel looks at the girls and grins, taking another swig of his beer.
Tuck: Fuck, I forgot. Sticky is off recruiting new clowns or at least trying to. He doesn’t give off the most welcoming vibe. Sasha, Brianna. Do you girls know who I’m facing in my match?
The girls look at each other and shrug. Gabriel sighs and drinks some more of his beer downing half the glass.
Tuck: Well, fuck. I’m going to need a fucking secretary or something to keep track of my wrestling career for me. You girls know that I was World champion someplace?
Sasha: Was it a reputable place?
Brianna: Did you fight many people in defending it?
Tuck: Well...no on all counts. I mean I did defend the title, but it was stolen from me. Ok, maybe I sent the title belt off with a corpse in a Viking funeral and destroyed the championship belt before leaving the company. I did leave them with a rather nice plastic replica I bought from a toy store that was for a reputable company and spray painted the letters of the wrestling company on it.
Sasha: So you were a big fish in a small pond?
Brianna: Did you really deserve the World title?
Tuck: Well...no. It also didn’t deserve to be called a World title. Quit bustin’ my balls, baby dolls. That is, unless you gonna caress them afterward.
Sasha gives Briannna a smile and places her hands on Gabriel’s shoulders to massage them.
Sasha: We wouldn’t think of doing anything less than that.
Brianna: Would you like that satisfaction now?
Tuck: Well, I would rather to take this to something a bit more private.
Brianna: You got a motel room?
Tuck: I was thinking of the alley out back, but a motel room works. I think I got one of those as a perk of being with the Syndicate.
Gabriel digs into his pocket, a difficult task with the way the girls are rubbing on him. His own dick getting in the way and shit. He pulls out a motel key for the motel next door.
Tuck: Fuck yeah. Let’s take this shit on the road.
Gabriel downs the rest of his beer and leaves a tip on the bar, putting an arm around the shoulders of each girl as they walk out of the pub and toward the motel.