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Apr 24, 2020 8:43:45 GMT -5
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Blair Buchannan-Stylez and Miss OpW like this
Post by kingquari on Apr 24, 2020 8:43:45 GMT -5
Johnny Stylez...
...who the fuck does this guy really think he is?
Tasing me and shit, like I’m some piece of shit off the streets...
...I’m the hottest megastar that honky will ever lay eyes on ever in his pathetic undeserving life.
And he has the motherfuckin’ audacity to tase me?
For what?
Because I said his hoe has some nice tits? I mean that’s a compliment for that jack-off. You chose wisely, congratulations. He must not be comfortable letting his little snow bunny around a chocolate machine like myself.
Actually...more like mocha, cause you know bitches love Starbucks in the morning.
“The fuck do you mean that’s not assault with a deadly weapon?” King Quari said aggressively. “It’s really quite simple, I took courses in Criminal Justice, I have a degree. That motherfucka’ used a deadly weapon to assault me. Now do your jobs and go arrest his ass.”
Their stood King Quari in the face of 2 Washington, DC sworn officers. Quari was still in his wrestling gear, even tho he did not compete it was certainly a long night. He may have made an enemy out of his boss.
“And who committed this act towards you?” One of the officers mummers after a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter.
“Listen. I told you two already...he’s unfortunatlety my boss his name is Jesse...maybe Johnny, or Roger it really doesn’t matter, that’s aggravated assault.”
“Why are you snitching?” The officer questioned. “He’s your boss, and he tases you because you made a move on his wife? Only one way to retaliate.”
“Run in his crib and blow his brains out?” King Quari said as seriously as he could. The officers bursted our laughing again, possibly thinking why he didn’t take up comedy instead of professional wrestling, but Quari was serious, but it’s a good thing they don’t know that.
“No man—-go fuck his wife.” The office said.
Quari froze, and actually thought what a wonderful idea you fucking pig!
Then the words echoed...
“I’m sorry...I don’t fuck fans.”
You conceited ass hoe. Calling me a fan and shit, who the hell does this hoe think she really is? What is she another case of fucking your way to the top?
But her tits are nice still.
Big Titty Blair.
BTB...not to shabby, she just needs to do something with that attitude of hers, the females tendencies splurging from pores of her wannabe soon to be ex-husband Jesse Styles.
I think it’s Jesse, I’m not sure I didn’t ever get to formally meet the motherfucker up until his ass tased me.
“I’m not interested in any sexual relations with that woman. Look, I can see where this is going, a young black male wanting to press charges against his power hungry boss or whatever position title he holds...I’ll deal with this my way...”
Scene Ends.
King Quari sat in the middle of the ring, the light shun only on him just as a star should. He sported a New Edge Wrestling T-Shirt, black shades and blue jeans. He also shaved his head now rocking the Michael Jordan look.
“If you haven’t noticed by now, King Quari is all about controversy. I’m all about the twists and turns, the ooo’s and the awes of professional wrestling. I may be the youngest superstar on this roster, but let’s make one thing very clear...I am no rookie. You cannot fool me, like an old head, you cannot school me.”
Quari snickers.
“Speaking of fools, how about we discuss Johnny fucking Stylez. Let me make sure I add the emphasis because you claim to be bigger than life. You portray yourself as this humble guy when the truth about you is as clear as day. It’s written all over your face, you cannot hide the truth from the all knowing. I know of your secret homophobic relationship with Roger Wright.”
“That’s right folks. You’ve heard it here first. From the youngest hottest superstar in OPW wrestling.”
Quari begins to clap and laugh hysterically, as he looks down at the NEW shirt.
“Are we supposed to just ignore the elephant in the room Johnny? You want use to forget the roots, you want us all to classify New Edge Wrestling or anything associated with it as a in-house unholy sacred text? What a hypocrite. But you’re absolutely right.”
Quari proceeds to take off the shirt rip it in half throw it over the ropes and turns from the camera as he pulls his pants down and proceeds to piss all over the shirt before turning around so the camera could see his enormous trunk. He slowly pulls his pants up and proceeds to wink at the camera.
“Big Dick Energy huh Blair?”
Quari walks over to the turnbuckle and jumps to the third and has a seat.
“The first method of estimating the intelligence of a man is to look at the people he has around him. Blair, you keep the company of Johnny Stylez, and the rest of his trailer park trash ass family. When you should be standing alongside me! Mr.Essential...”
“The injury done to a man should be such great that the vengeance of that injured man cannot be feared. You didn’t injure me Johnny, and that’s where you fucked up. You should’ve put me out my misery, end my career before it ever got off the ground. Maybe you would’ve earned some points out here, but you didn’t earn jack son. What you earned is a place on a list that every who is on, either ends up 6 feet somewhere in some grass and dirt...or somewhere being my bitch.”
“You started something you can never come back from. This will never be over until I say it’s over. You will respect me Johnny, you will honor thy name! I’m a big fucking problem for you Mr.Stylez, one you could’ve never even imagined. Believe me when I tell you...with all due respect...I...am...something to deal with!”
Static
...who the fuck does this guy really think he is?
Tasing me and shit, like I’m some piece of shit off the streets...
...I’m the hottest megastar that honky will ever lay eyes on ever in his pathetic undeserving life.
And he has the motherfuckin’ audacity to tase me?
For what?
Because I said his hoe has some nice tits? I mean that’s a compliment for that jack-off. You chose wisely, congratulations. He must not be comfortable letting his little snow bunny around a chocolate machine like myself.
Actually...more like mocha, cause you know bitches love Starbucks in the morning.
“The fuck do you mean that’s not assault with a deadly weapon?” King Quari said aggressively. “It’s really quite simple, I took courses in Criminal Justice, I have a degree. That motherfucka’ used a deadly weapon to assault me. Now do your jobs and go arrest his ass.”
Their stood King Quari in the face of 2 Washington, DC sworn officers. Quari was still in his wrestling gear, even tho he did not compete it was certainly a long night. He may have made an enemy out of his boss.
“And who committed this act towards you?” One of the officers mummers after a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter.
“Listen. I told you two already...he’s unfortunatlety my boss his name is Jesse...maybe Johnny, or Roger it really doesn’t matter, that’s aggravated assault.”
“Why are you snitching?” The officer questioned. “He’s your boss, and he tases you because you made a move on his wife? Only one way to retaliate.”
“Run in his crib and blow his brains out?” King Quari said as seriously as he could. The officers bursted our laughing again, possibly thinking why he didn’t take up comedy instead of professional wrestling, but Quari was serious, but it’s a good thing they don’t know that.
“No man—-go fuck his wife.” The office said.
Quari froze, and actually thought what a wonderful idea you fucking pig!
Then the words echoed...
“I’m sorry...I don’t fuck fans.”
You conceited ass hoe. Calling me a fan and shit, who the hell does this hoe think she really is? What is she another case of fucking your way to the top?
But her tits are nice still.
Big Titty Blair.
BTB...not to shabby, she just needs to do something with that attitude of hers, the females tendencies splurging from pores of her wannabe soon to be ex-husband Jesse Styles.
I think it’s Jesse, I’m not sure I didn’t ever get to formally meet the motherfucker up until his ass tased me.
“I’m not interested in any sexual relations with that woman. Look, I can see where this is going, a young black male wanting to press charges against his power hungry boss or whatever position title he holds...I’ll deal with this my way...”
Scene Ends.
King Quari sat in the middle of the ring, the light shun only on him just as a star should. He sported a New Edge Wrestling T-Shirt, black shades and blue jeans. He also shaved his head now rocking the Michael Jordan look.
“If you haven’t noticed by now, King Quari is all about controversy. I’m all about the twists and turns, the ooo’s and the awes of professional wrestling. I may be the youngest superstar on this roster, but let’s make one thing very clear...I am no rookie. You cannot fool me, like an old head, you cannot school me.”
Quari snickers.
“Speaking of fools, how about we discuss Johnny fucking Stylez. Let me make sure I add the emphasis because you claim to be bigger than life. You portray yourself as this humble guy when the truth about you is as clear as day. It’s written all over your face, you cannot hide the truth from the all knowing. I know of your secret homophobic relationship with Roger Wright.”
“That’s right folks. You’ve heard it here first. From the youngest hottest superstar in OPW wrestling.”
Quari begins to clap and laugh hysterically, as he looks down at the NEW shirt.
“Are we supposed to just ignore the elephant in the room Johnny? You want use to forget the roots, you want us all to classify New Edge Wrestling or anything associated with it as a in-house unholy sacred text? What a hypocrite. But you’re absolutely right.”
Quari proceeds to take off the shirt rip it in half throw it over the ropes and turns from the camera as he pulls his pants down and proceeds to piss all over the shirt before turning around so the camera could see his enormous trunk. He slowly pulls his pants up and proceeds to wink at the camera.
“Big Dick Energy huh Blair?”
Quari walks over to the turnbuckle and jumps to the third and has a seat.
“The first method of estimating the intelligence of a man is to look at the people he has around him. Blair, you keep the company of Johnny Stylez, and the rest of his trailer park trash ass family. When you should be standing alongside me! Mr.Essential...”
“The injury done to a man should be such great that the vengeance of that injured man cannot be feared. You didn’t injure me Johnny, and that’s where you fucked up. You should’ve put me out my misery, end my career before it ever got off the ground. Maybe you would’ve earned some points out here, but you didn’t earn jack son. What you earned is a place on a list that every who is on, either ends up 6 feet somewhere in some grass and dirt...or somewhere being my bitch.”
“You started something you can never come back from. This will never be over until I say it’s over. You will respect me Johnny, you will honor thy name! I’m a big fucking problem for you Mr.Stylez, one you could’ve never even imagined. Believe me when I tell you...with all due respect...I...am...something to deal with!”
Static