Post by Warbird on Feb 17, 2016 17:24:28 GMT -5
Tuesday, February 16th, Sometime in the afternoon.
In a seedy motel, somewhere in Little Rock, Arkansas, Warbird is sitting with his feet up watching the local news. Sighing, he picks up the remote and begins flipping through channels hoping there was a good titty movie on skinamax...
Warbird:
Good fucking lord, there is nothing worth watching on the boob tube... I need laid...
Good fucking lord, there is nothing worth watching on the boob tube... I need laid...
A generic cellphone rings, and Warbird pulls an older style flip phone out.
Warbird:
What?
It's about damn time they booked me, who am I facing?
Who the fuck is Travis Tusk?
Seriously? Yeah, I'll be there by Thursday night...
What?
It's about damn time they booked me, who am I facing?
Who the fuck is Travis Tusk?
Seriously? Yeah, I'll be there by Thursday night...
Without even saying bye, Warbird hangs up his phone and sighs, cracking open a can of PBR, sucking the luke warm beer down. Even the fucking fridge didn't work very well here. Belching loudly, he crumpled the can in his and and flings it into the wall. Grabbing his room, and car keys, Warbird exits the room.
Several minutes later...
Warbird was sitting in a ratty local bar. Calling this place a dive would be elevating it a few notches, but locals seemed to hang out here, so it was good enough for him.
He'd had a few local women come up and try to flirt, but most were obviously drunken housewives looking for some side action. Warbird wasn't picky, he'd gladly take them home and show them things their husbands never could, still he waited, he could cherry pick one when he was done if no better options came along...
He was just about to go select a potential MILF to muff dive when a group of coeds entered the bar. Clearly, these girls attended one of the colleges in town. Smiling he simply watched. Not in a leering, or creepy way, but he was definitely scoping out a target. Odds were, judging by the way these girls acted one was still carrying her v-card. Well, by the end of the night she wouldn't be...
Several hours later, back at Warbirds hotel...
Warbird lay on the bed, the sheets and the young coed named Carly a tangled mess around him. What she lacked in experience the lithe minx made up for in enthusiasm and eagerness. Oh yes, she would be sore, for Warbird was anything but gentle as he showed her a night of pleasure no star college stud ever could.
Rolling the girl off of him, Warbird went and took a piss, farting loudly as his stream hit the toilet, and he groaned in pleasure.
Walking back into the main room, he sat his naked ass on the chair, and fired up his laptop. Not only were there some Twitter posts for him to troll, but he wanted to know more about this 'TNT' Travis Tusk...
Behind him, Carly finally stirred, the need to use the bathroom herself dragging her from the land of Nod. After finishing her business, she gingerly walked up behind Warbird, leaning down to press her breasts against his back as he read up on his opponent.
Carly:
Wait, you are a professional wrestler? Well, that explains a few things...
Wait, you are a professional wrestler? Well, that explains a few things...
Warbird looked back over his shoulder at her annoyed.
Warbird:
Seriously bitch, I let you suck and fuck me until they could film a whole season of CSI, and you have to insult me?
Seriously bitch, I let you suck and fuck me until they could film a whole season of CSI, and you have to insult me?
Carly pulled back, running her hands seductively down her body.
Carly:
No insult at all, I knew you had to be an athlete at least, I love pro wrestling. Just watching you men battle it out like gladiators of old gets me soooo wet.
No insult at all, I knew you had to be an athlete at least, I love pro wrestling. Just watching you men battle it out like gladiators of old gets me soooo wet.
As if to accentuate her point, she raises her hand, glistening wetly in the morning light. Warbird grins, as he stands and turns to her. With a fast and precise motion, he entangles his fist in her hair and pulls her close.
Warbird:
Well, looks like I need to show you some better manners... You didn't make me breakfast...
Well, looks like I need to show you some better manners... You didn't make me breakfast...
Warbird whirls her around and begins to spank her...
That afternoon
Warbird is sitting up in the bed, a can of PBR in his hand, and a half empty six pack next to him on the bed. Carly is still there, her head in his lap, stroking his leg through the sheet.
Carly:
So tell me about who you are facing...
Warbird:
There's nothing really to say, this Tusk fuck has had three matches in the Dub to make an impression. Sadly the only impression he made was that of his shoulders on the mat. Seriously this Hoosier Hoser failed miserably each time out. My three first appearances, controversially as they may be, all ended the same, me with my hands in the air standing over my victims.
So tell me about who you are facing...
Warbird:
There's nothing really to say, this Tusk fuck has had three matches in the Dub to make an impression. Sadly the only impression he made was that of his shoulders on the mat. Seriously this Hoosier Hoser failed miserably each time out. My three first appearances, controversially as they may be, all ended the same, me with my hands in the air standing over my victims.
Carly, obviously taken by his words began to stroke higher up his legs, a growing target in her sights, so to speak.
Carly:
Well, at least his were actual matches...
Warbird:
Now listen here you no good little cun...
Well, at least his were actual matches...
Warbird:
Now listen here you no good little cun...
Warbird's last word caught in his throat, as Carly disappeared under the sheet, and he was caught in her throat. He laid his head back and closed his eyes as she went to task apologizing.
Warbird:
Now that's a good little sly minx...
Now that's a good little sly minx...
His thoughts now interrupted, Warbird cracks another beer, and a strange look comes over his eye. Grinning evilly, he holds the covers down.
Warbird:
DUTCH OVEN!!!!!!!!!!!
DUTCH OVEN!!!!!!!!!!!
His face contorted, as the old butt trumpet let loose a mighty half minute blast. Under the sheet, Carly's head stops bobbing , and we hear muffled gagging and choking as Warbird held her in place.
Warbird:
Easy.... Just relax... Yes, that's it... Unnnnnghhhh....
Easy.... Just relax... Yes, that's it... Unnnnnghhhh....
Warbird relaxes as Carly comes up gasping for air, and licking her lips.
Carly:
Your a fucking asshole, you know that... Still, an orgasm while trying to stay conscious, well that was amazing. I guess that makes you an amazing fucking asshole...
Your a fucking asshole, you know that... Still, an orgasm while trying to stay conscious, well that was amazing. I guess that makes you an amazing fucking asshole...
Warbird smiled, and jerked his thumb towards the kitchenette. Carly the coed didn't have to be told, she got up naked as can be and strode to make him a sandwich.
Carly:
So, I take it your not all that worried about Tusk?
Warbird:
Have you seen the little spitfuck? He looks just like every other hick from the sticks High School Prom King. Thinks he's all big and bad, because he was the best looking, star athlete and ruled the school at will. Look this is the same type of assclown that will take you to a seedy motel room after Prom just to pressure you into sex.
Carly:
Isn't that kinda what you did? This isn't no Hilton, and I had intended on marrying as a virgin...
So, I take it your not all that worried about Tusk?
Warbird:
Have you seen the little spitfuck? He looks just like every other hick from the sticks High School Prom King. Thinks he's all big and bad, because he was the best looking, star athlete and ruled the school at will. Look this is the same type of assclown that will take you to a seedy motel room after Prom just to pressure you into sex.
Carly:
Isn't that kinda what you did? This isn't no Hilton, and I had intended on marrying as a virgin...
Warbird laughed as she straddled his lap, and began to feed him.
Warbird:
Not quite, you see Mr. Prom King would have been all talk and no substance. Below average pecker, and he'd be lucky to get two pumps in before blowing his wad. Then as if he was God's gift, he'd kiss you with was would now seem to be rancid breath, tell you how good you were, then fall asleep leaving you violated and swearing off men...
Not quite, you see Mr. Prom King would have been all talk and no substance. Below average pecker, and he'd be lucky to get two pumps in before blowing his wad. Then as if he was God's gift, he'd kiss you with was would now seem to be rancid breath, tell you how good you were, then fall asleep leaving you violated and swearing off men...
Carly leaned in and rested her head on Warbird's muscular chest. Sure he wasn't a ripped bodybuilder specimen, but under that skin lay a good foundation of musculature.
Carly:
Well, I guess then I'm lucky you did the deed first. Now I can't get enough...
Well, I guess then I'm lucky you did the deed first. Now I can't get enough...
Warbird finished his sandwich and downed the last of the PBR six pack. Slowly, he grabbed Carly by the neck and made her look him in the eyes...
Warbird:
Tell me. Tell me why you know I will win, and not Mr. Splat...
Tell me. Tell me why you know I will win, and not Mr. Splat...
Her eyes glossing over, Carly swallowed as he restricted her airflow.
Carly:
Because, you know just how to control someone. Just look at me...
Because, you know just how to control someone. Just look at me...
Warbird did in fact look her naked form up and down, carnally.
Carly:
With me you started. You went down and ate me until I forced you to stop. No one had ever done that before, but you weren't done, because at that point I only thought you had claimed ownership and victory. That is until you fucked me like I was the ultimate sacrifice. Staked your claim, and bent me to your will.
This Travis 'TNT' Tusk. Well, he doesn't know what he is in for, because from where I am laying... And feeling... You are the Alpha Male.
With me you started. You went down and ate me until I forced you to stop. No one had ever done that before, but you weren't done, because at that point I only thought you had claimed ownership and victory. That is until you fucked me like I was the ultimate sacrifice. Staked your claim, and bent me to your will.
This Travis 'TNT' Tusk. Well, he doesn't know what he is in for, because from where I am laying... And feeling... You are the Alpha Male.
Warbird's grin grew to almost Joker like proportions. Rolling over, he pushed her down...
Warbird:
And now, your really gonna get it...
Six hours later...
And now, your really gonna get it...
Six hours later...
Warbird had just dropped Carly back off at her college, she did have to go back at some time, she was the JV Head Cheerleader afterall. If only her friends knew why she was so happy to be too sore to work the routines...
With Little Rock fading into the tail lights of his beat up old shitbox Dodge Monaco, Warbird finally addressed the camera, and indirectly, directly, his opponent.
Warbird:
So, I finally get to step into the ring in WCF. Just like I did with miss cheerleader back there... Fuck, what was her name??? Eh, screw it, I'm gonna go into Slam and pop my own cherry, so to speak. You see, that seems to be the theme of the week, Popping Cherries. I took her V-Card, I'll not only have my first match here, but also get my first win... A Cherry Pop Trifecta... Who do they put in the ring for me to Cherry Pop? Some wanna be Chicagoan from South Bend, Indiana. Seriously, they might as well just rename the place Armpit, Indiana to go with renaming Terre Haute to Asshole, Indiana. I was there once and the smell. I thought it was just a bunch of unwashed cunts, but no, I was corrected, the city is such a cesspool of filth, it has it's own odious aroma.
I rambled...
Rambled...
So, I finally get to step into the ring in WCF. Just like I did with miss cheerleader back there... Fuck, what was her name??? Eh, screw it, I'm gonna go into Slam and pop my own cherry, so to speak. You see, that seems to be the theme of the week, Popping Cherries. I took her V-Card, I'll not only have my first match here, but also get my first win... A Cherry Pop Trifecta... Who do they put in the ring for me to Cherry Pop? Some wanna be Chicagoan from South Bend, Indiana. Seriously, they might as well just rename the place Armpit, Indiana to go with renaming Terre Haute to Asshole, Indiana. I was there once and the smell. I thought it was just a bunch of unwashed cunts, but no, I was corrected, the city is such a cesspool of filth, it has it's own odious aroma.
I rambled...
Rambled...
Warbird fiddles with the iPod patched into his stereo, before singing along with the music... WAY off key...
Warbird:
Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do...
Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Got no time to for spreadin' roots, The time has come to be gone.
And to' our health we drank a thousand times, it's time to Ramble On.
Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear.
How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air.
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her, her, her....yeah.
Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby...
Gonna work my way, round the world. I can't stop this feelin' in my heart
Gotta keep searchin' for my baby. I can't find my bluebird!
Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way.
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay.
But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way.
Sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing I got to do...
Ramble On, And now's the time, the time is now, to sing my song.
I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl, on my way.
I've been this way ten years to the day, Ramble On,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Got no time to for spreadin' roots, The time has come to be gone.
And to' our health we drank a thousand times, it's time to Ramble On.
Mine's a tale that can't be told, my freedom I hold dear.
How years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air.
T'was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her, her, her....yeah.
Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gotta keep-a-searchin' for my baby...
Gonna work my way, round the world. I can't stop this feelin' in my heart
Gotta keep searchin' for my baby. I can't find my bluebird!
The song ended and Warbird just picked up from where he left off...
Warbird:
I've known guys like Tusk all my life. The fake tough guys. The jock from your class, that while I school thought their shit didn't smell. Sure they were good at sports, and because of that they could get away with anything short of murder. Unless it was a small town, well, they'd plea them out to community service.
These fuckers come back years later to class reunions and they are the fat overweight slobs who married young and have several little spoiled brats at home. All just like their mommy and daddy. While guys like me, the 'losers', the 'outcasts', the 'weirdos in the corner'. Yeah, us, the ones who got the hell out of shitville and made something of ourselves. We're the ones now ruling it all, an we don't have time for your fucking reminiscing about how awesome you were. The plays in the big games no one else even remembers.
You see, unlike this Tusk and his fellow preppy assgaskets, High School was in the past. It's gone, never coming back. You can bounce little fuck trophy on your knee and tell them tales of olden days when you had hair, and an erection that didn't require a little blue pill all you want, but that changes nothing.
Tusk, yeah, I'm talking to you now. How cool is that, huh. Look back at what I did the last month. I gave a quitter a going away present. Bonnie got a free health exam, and that old as fuck Torture, well he got a notice. His old ass needs to follow the other old asses and just fucking die already. Look, your no Kevin Smith movie kind of even relevant. After I'm done destroying you, people will only remember the name Tusk in relationship to one odd movie. See, here is a spoiler for you, we'll both enter that ring, and when you go from Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust, there will only be one thing you'll do before I pin you... Feel The Pain!
I've known guys like Tusk all my life. The fake tough guys. The jock from your class, that while I school thought their shit didn't smell. Sure they were good at sports, and because of that they could get away with anything short of murder. Unless it was a small town, well, they'd plea them out to community service.
These fuckers come back years later to class reunions and they are the fat overweight slobs who married young and have several little spoiled brats at home. All just like their mommy and daddy. While guys like me, the 'losers', the 'outcasts', the 'weirdos in the corner'. Yeah, us, the ones who got the hell out of shitville and made something of ourselves. We're the ones now ruling it all, an we don't have time for your fucking reminiscing about how awesome you were. The plays in the big games no one else even remembers.
You see, unlike this Tusk and his fellow preppy assgaskets, High School was in the past. It's gone, never coming back. You can bounce little fuck trophy on your knee and tell them tales of olden days when you had hair, and an erection that didn't require a little blue pill all you want, but that changes nothing.
Tusk, yeah, I'm talking to you now. How cool is that, huh. Look back at what I did the last month. I gave a quitter a going away present. Bonnie got a free health exam, and that old as fuck Torture, well he got a notice. His old ass needs to follow the other old asses and just fucking die already. Look, your no Kevin Smith movie kind of even relevant. After I'm done destroying you, people will only remember the name Tusk in relationship to one odd movie. See, here is a spoiler for you, we'll both enter that ring, and when you go from Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust, there will only be one thing you'll do before I pin you... Feel The Pain!
