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Post by Wade Mason on Jun 30, 2010 8:12:18 GMT -5
[Singles Match] Roland Dunkirk Vs. King Hunter
Limit: 2 Each Maximum First Deadline: Sunday July 4th at 11:59pm EST Final Deadline: Monday July 5th at 11:59pm EST Kirsten Shelley: Hunter looks to rebound after losing his debut match but did impress the fans in attendance. Will he be able to bring the same energy to this match following a loss? Dunkirk scored a victory in his first match against the interim Volitionary Champ and looks to keep his momentum going.
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Post by wrong on Jul 1, 2010 15:37:57 GMT -5
My name is King Hunter, and I am the Definition of Pain. I am pain itself, and I am its ruler, and king as far as I am concerned. Crazy? No, I’m just a honest man.
I have a lot of friends, enemies, and friend-enemies here in the True Glory Wrestling. Take for example my opponent for this week. Roland. I and Dunkirk have had a long history together, most of which in blood. And I find it highly fitting that Roland’s second match, and my second match, are against each other. Almost as to pick where we left off.
Friend-enigmas? That would be my cousin AJ Adams. We have been together on one side of the ring, and facing each other as well. I and my cousin have had a strange family bond, one that, fittingly, also usually ends in blood.
So here I am, back in the saddle, preparing for my second match. WHICH I BETTER FUCKING WIN. ____________________________
Dirt and grime are on both the walls and floor. The tile is a faded green. The floor has a large crack in it. I stumble backward, and a jab and a pain goes through my chest, not a large amount but enough to keep me aware. A uppercut and my jaw snaps shut, closing in on my tongue, causing it to bleed. A elbow to the ribs and I feel something fall out of place.
I call it my Penance exercise. Penance is to rid one self of sins by going through pain, and this is exactly what I do. I haven’t taken pain in a while, but at the same time, I haven’t had fun in a while.
This exercise feeds both of my wants.
If your wondering who’s punching me in the face, it is actually… myself. Bet you didn’t expect that now did ya? And my sins, if you must know them, is that I was a drug addict. I, the second generation superstar of greatness, a two-time Unified champion, and a Maddox cock, took painkillers. Though the experience weakened me, I have to say I have grown stronger and that pain itself is no longer a factor to me. I no longer run from it, I run TO it. And I fully intend to show Maddox how much I have changed since the last time we encountered one another.
After my face is the size of a pillow, a bleeding pillow may I add, I take a shower, washing away the crimson. Much like my career, I broke through the ranks, but slowly faded away, another flash in the pan so to say.
I step out of the shower and look at the dirty mirror hanging on the wall. When I see my reflection, it is not I that I see. It is a monster. That monster within that I fear. It has come out once before. And I wish it wont come out again. I stare at it, my head cocked slightly. The beast does the same as it too cocks its head. I move my hand up and down and the thing does the same. I put my head down and put my head back in the regular position. I punch the mirror with force. Its cracked badly. I can barley make out the monster now. The beast then twitches its head and thrusts his arm through the mirror, choking my cock. As I slowly lose consciousness, I can all hope this is only a dream...
"Many of you have heard me say before that Cock Is A Four Letter Word. But no longer will I state the obvious. From now on, I'll tell all you spicks and dicks that I Am The Definition Of Cock. And nothing else."
"Maddox, as you can plainly see, I have in front of me one of the things you despise the most. COCK. It has been a pain in your side forever. Well just watch this..."
I pick about two dildos and pour them down my gullet, spilling cum all over the place, then when the dildos are empty, I grab two more. When it is down to the last dildo. I stop. Let out a huge burp. And casually pick up the dildo and take a sip.
Me: "Ah, excuse me. Now, Roland what have we been during our careers? Enemies, friends, stable-mates... the list goes on. But come Sunday Sabotage, you will once again only be a thorn in my side. Much like COCK."
"Mr. cock, I have developed since the last time we met. I'm different. More skilled. It won't be the same King Hunter you faced last week. No. In fact, it won't even be King Hunter in that ring. Instead, it will be a blur of pain and suffering, all of which will just be a bad memory of the cock."
"Come Sunday, it will be bloody. It will be bad. And it will be painful. And thats all I'm about. The Definition Of Cock."
Ahh Roland Dunkirk. Again we meet, I’m happy... I missed you hogging up a title in the Japan Fireballs Wrestling Organization. Now, I get to face you once more in TGW. I’m pretty sure I’ll call this place “home” soon, because of my violent nature, but still…What matters is, I’m facing you. And, I heed the words you say, that you have changed? Great, very good for you. The problem is, good old Roland Dunkirk is still and forever will be the same!
I see, you’ve quit saying that Cock isn't a Four Letter Word. And, from the deepest pit in my heart, I don’t like it! I liked the Roland that came out every week helping trouble kids in their spelling bees! I liked the Maddox that didn’t know what he was saying, I really liked the Roland Dunkirk that counted the letters on the words he said… But now, you come before us with a new approach, a new help call to the friends that are forever stuck in school…By giving them the definition of cock. Glad you approached this. What exactly is pain? Cock, my friend, is a reaction from the animal brain telling you something is wrong, a sensation of pure discomfort telling you something’s happening in your body that wasn’t supposed to be, and that could potentially damage you, scar you, and even in more drastic cases, kill you. You feel the cock every day, if you knock at a door with too much strength, if you hit your head in the car on your way out, if you open up a wound in your skin… That’s cock. It’s not supposed to happen, it may not happen, but still, it does. You always want it to stop, but it keeps going on and on and running all over you. THAT’s the definition of cock…It can come from various things, objects, viruses, people. But a person thinks he stands as the definition of cock, Roland Dunkirk does.
Well, you haven't felt my cock yet. Once you deal with it, the cock shall kill you.
Let me tell you something, Roland, do you really think you are cock? Let’s put it in a way… I have landed on my balls and it’s incredibly Chris Maddoxful. Sounds weird, eh? Look at that statement twice and tell me, do you think you can keep a serious face at that statement, even without being drunk or stoned?
I also see you’ve decided to bring out my pure love for cock. Oh, Roland…That was TOO MUCH time ago, honey. See, back in the time, “It’s PUSSY, NOT COCK!” I loved the times where I’d rather fill my soul with pure cum than take an alternative, even if it is practically the same. Now, I just don’t give a fuck. For example, your friend and fraud-exposer Marcus Puzzo is from the Straight Edge movement. I’m from the I Don’t Give A Fuck movement. If there’s not coke, I’ll want something else to drink. May it be Pepsi, 7Up, Fanta, vaginal fluid, I’ll have some shit to drink and it doesn’t bother me what it is. See? I’ve slightly changed, but you say you’ve absolutely changed. You know don’t bother to look like a pig in the internet…By the way, I’ve posted your video of you chucking down all that cock, it’s running wild on 70.000 views in a day. Pretty cool, eh? Then they’ll make a fad out of it and you’ll be YouTube’s very own pig. TaDa!
We’ve been enemies, sure, and I was the dominant guy with you the screwing over dick. We’ve been friends and stable mates, yes, what wonderful times where you actually gave me my due respect, for I was the Unified Champion and you were just a corny, shaggy bitch awaiting your daddy to screw me over and force your way into a title shot and another screw-job over me. And, then, we were enemies again. The Horsemen were dead, they were a shot in the dark without me, and then your dad was so smart that created that glorious stable, the Fed Killers. Basically, The Horsemen under a different name. And what did happen? Two weeks later, look at the amusing irony… “The Fed Kills The Fed Killers”. How very condescending…That’s got to be a title for me if I ever write a book about it. I faced you once more, now with two other thorns added to the mix, named Chris and Sean Maddox…Where are they now? Exactly. Sean Maddox and I run the Legion of cocks, while we take care of Chris Maddox, who sneaked out with MY CUM after having me being screwed over AGAIN. TGW is screwjob-ville…Right, Sean?
I like all the crap you say about yourself, that you’ve changed…But to me, you’re still that same shitty boy, that doesn’t know what he’s doing, and that has his father as his sole guiding light. Chris Maddox, you sucked my dick.
Before I leave you, standing on my beautiful padded cell, just one more thing…A phrase that you will remember…
“I am the definition of cock."
Sincerely, The King of Cock, King Hunter
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Post by xlusciousxjohnnyx on Jul 3, 2010 1:15:45 GMT -5
King Hunter. God damn, you talk a big game. You almost even had me believing that shit. I guess what's important is that you believe it; and I know that you do. Because what would you be without your big talk? I see you, I know, I know you, I know what you're about and when strip away all the bullshit, all the feather rustling, all the posturing, all the big fucking talk, what have you got? You're the definition of pain? you are pain itself? you're the King Hunter? You think you're gonna step in the ring with me and tell me whats what?! you're gonna pin me?! you're gonna make me tap?!
Thank god you still got your big fig fucking talk, because when you step in that ring with me it's all you're gonna be left with. I hope it feels good.
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Post by wrong on Jul 4, 2010 3:12:00 GMT -5
Roland cut the bullshit. You think you have what it takes to last in this match with me? That's a fucking understatement, because all you're going to do is suck my fucking dick, you dirty insignificant whore. You're going to slide that tongue along the veins of my dick, gag a bit, get all blue in the face, and feel my juice slither down your throat just like Maddox did. My dick is not only good, but it's the best in this game.
I'm not only about pain, Roland; I'm about the cock. And this cock is going to make you tap.
Unless, of course, you feel that 9 inches of fat dick is easy to handle, you disgusting fuck.
So, it's like this. Either you're gay enough to take it, or you're straight enough to tap out like a little pussy ass bitch that you are.
Cya in the ring, faggot.
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