Post by Ace Resoland on May 11, 2006 15:42:55 GMT -5
(The women's division of the bodybuilding exposition was almost over, finally getting to the heavyweights. Totally outclassing any opponent that came her way, as in wrestling, Josephine's combination of sex appeal and awesome physique easily took home the gold and another easy paycheck. But as she left the stage, trophy in hand, her eye caught one of the people sitting in the third row... and lingered a bit)
This person was the former ex gambler and drug addict himself Ace.
(after showering off the tanning lotion switching into a more comfortable jeans and t-shirt, Jo and Ace finally met outside of the arena, Jo not even bothering to stay to watch the men's division) Heh... didn't expect to see you here.
Yeah well you know hot girls and the like how could i stay away.
Heh... not too many people go for the musclebound type. I'm surprised. I don't see your car out here... you took the fucking bus, didn't you?
No, well acctually yeah my car broke down in my drive way thats the price you have to pay to have an old car.
Yeah well... eh... fuck, hop in. I'll give ya a ride back. Gotta cash this fucking check first. You believe the money you can get just for flexing a little bit? Shit, helps fill the gaps in my fucking WCF check. (A few seconds later, Ace and Josephine are in her shimmering red Ferrari, Jo at the wheel)
Wow this is a really nice car it must have cost a bomb and you have the leather seats as well did they come with the car or an extra?
Fuck if I know. This was a gift from my old wrestling promoter, Roshi Rich, down in Mexico. Can you believe the guy is still fucking tooling around here, looking to try to hire me back? Shit, and I'm on the verge of going, wasn't for this fucking title. (Jojo pulls the car in gear, and starts barrelling down the freeway... at 90 miles an hour.) And about this fucking title. Can you believe that faggot Torture saying he's the champion? Who's got the fucking belt, eh? GET OFF THE ROAD ASSHOLE!
Torture he’s a has been, an old timer, a shadow or that smell that you just can't seem to get rid of. He can't even get revenge properly, he doesn’t have a claim to anything
Yeah. He can't claim shit. He's just... fuck! (Jo swerves to the right a couple of lanes) For a minute, forgot you fucking Americans drive on the wrong side of the road. And what about that fucking Nytro, guy, with those fucking UFO pants? What's his goddamn deal, eh? I tell you, if we don't walk out with a win this week, some serious shit is going down.
It looks as if Nytro may not even show his face this week and i dont blame him either he’s just scared. Also what is he some punk raver little bitch all he needs now is some glow sticks.
Eh, well... hey, ya know, if we make it to the finals, word is they're gonna let my sister Christina come to the ring with us. She's the Hokkaido Pro heavyweight champion. You met her, right?
The girl at the bar? Yeah i have.
She's more than a girl at a fucking bar, I'll tell ya that. Ever since I left, glorious Chris has been ripping... shit... up. (Jojo squeals into the parking lot, braking leaving skit marks across the whole lot as she parks in front of her hotel, South Ashford Heights, and hops out.) This is as far as I'm going.
Sounds like she pretty successful.
Yeah well... you could be too, kid. You just keep your head in the right place.
Yeah believe me i don't want anything more to do with that Ellis Island or Davis or sleeps with knives or what ever the hell her name is.
So i guess i better call a cab to get the rest of the way back to my hotel.
Yeah... or we could... you know... hang out a while. I got a crate of sake and a couple packets of snow crab in my hotel room. Room 404. Good fucking shit. Hey, ya know what? (Jo makes her way around the car, and over to Ace, extending one arm and flexing her impressive bicep) I know you were fucking looking at it. Feel it.
Umm yeah sure ok.(ace reaches out and presses the muscle down, it is rock hard and hardly moves)
Yeah, ya see that... you keep winning, Ace, maybe I'll move that hand a bit closer to... well... fuck, you figure it out. (And with that, trophy and check in hand, Josephine disappears back into the hotel)
(Ace looks around before following her to the entrance of the hotel)
This person was the former ex gambler and drug addict himself Ace.
(after showering off the tanning lotion switching into a more comfortable jeans and t-shirt, Jo and Ace finally met outside of the arena, Jo not even bothering to stay to watch the men's division) Heh... didn't expect to see you here.
Yeah well you know hot girls and the like how could i stay away.
Heh... not too many people go for the musclebound type. I'm surprised. I don't see your car out here... you took the fucking bus, didn't you?
No, well acctually yeah my car broke down in my drive way thats the price you have to pay to have an old car.
Yeah well... eh... fuck, hop in. I'll give ya a ride back. Gotta cash this fucking check first. You believe the money you can get just for flexing a little bit? Shit, helps fill the gaps in my fucking WCF check. (A few seconds later, Ace and Josephine are in her shimmering red Ferrari, Jo at the wheel)
Wow this is a really nice car it must have cost a bomb and you have the leather seats as well did they come with the car or an extra?
Fuck if I know. This was a gift from my old wrestling promoter, Roshi Rich, down in Mexico. Can you believe the guy is still fucking tooling around here, looking to try to hire me back? Shit, and I'm on the verge of going, wasn't for this fucking title. (Jojo pulls the car in gear, and starts barrelling down the freeway... at 90 miles an hour.) And about this fucking title. Can you believe that faggot Torture saying he's the champion? Who's got the fucking belt, eh? GET OFF THE ROAD ASSHOLE!
Torture he’s a has been, an old timer, a shadow or that smell that you just can't seem to get rid of. He can't even get revenge properly, he doesn’t have a claim to anything
Yeah. He can't claim shit. He's just... fuck! (Jo swerves to the right a couple of lanes) For a minute, forgot you fucking Americans drive on the wrong side of the road. And what about that fucking Nytro, guy, with those fucking UFO pants? What's his goddamn deal, eh? I tell you, if we don't walk out with a win this week, some serious shit is going down.
It looks as if Nytro may not even show his face this week and i dont blame him either he’s just scared. Also what is he some punk raver little bitch all he needs now is some glow sticks.
Eh, well... hey, ya know, if we make it to the finals, word is they're gonna let my sister Christina come to the ring with us. She's the Hokkaido Pro heavyweight champion. You met her, right?
The girl at the bar? Yeah i have.
She's more than a girl at a fucking bar, I'll tell ya that. Ever since I left, glorious Chris has been ripping... shit... up. (Jojo squeals into the parking lot, braking leaving skit marks across the whole lot as she parks in front of her hotel, South Ashford Heights, and hops out.) This is as far as I'm going.
Sounds like she pretty successful.
Yeah well... you could be too, kid. You just keep your head in the right place.
Yeah believe me i don't want anything more to do with that Ellis Island or Davis or sleeps with knives or what ever the hell her name is.
So i guess i better call a cab to get the rest of the way back to my hotel.
Yeah... or we could... you know... hang out a while. I got a crate of sake and a couple packets of snow crab in my hotel room. Room 404. Good fucking shit. Hey, ya know what? (Jo makes her way around the car, and over to Ace, extending one arm and flexing her impressive bicep) I know you were fucking looking at it. Feel it.
Umm yeah sure ok.(ace reaches out and presses the muscle down, it is rock hard and hardly moves)
Yeah, ya see that... you keep winning, Ace, maybe I'll move that hand a bit closer to... well... fuck, you figure it out. (And with that, trophy and check in hand, Josephine disappears back into the hotel)
(Ace looks around before following her to the entrance of the hotel)
