Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2013 14:08:52 GMT -6
The Sexy Bitchz are back in their secret liar, celebrating Inkt winning the NEW World Title from Colt, the closeted gay homosexual.
“Wow Inkt! You sure do look sexy with that belt around your waist!” Kief said while he eyed the title.
“I sure as hell do.” Inkt reply while downing a Fuzzy Navel.
“MUNCH MUNCH....GULP...yeah Inkt you showed that pussy who is boss!” Pugh said while downing a whole chicken. “MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH!”
Kief shakes his head in disgust. He was supposed to be the fat disgusting one in this group, but Pugh is taking over that position.
“So...Inkt what kind of champion are you going to be? A fighting one? Take on anybody? Anywhere? Anytime?”
Inkt looked at Kief directly in his eyes. “Damn right! Anyone, anywhere, anytime! I don’t care what Jesse throws at me! I beat their asses!”
“Interesting, does it matter what type of match?”
“Hell no! I’m going to bring this belt back to its rightful place.”
“Damn right...MUNCH MUNCH...right he is!” Pugh manage to say without choking on a chicken bone.
“Good to hear.” Kief says as he gets up from his hammock, he heads over to another part of the secret liar. Now usually I would tell you what he is doing, but he wants to keep it a secret, but I’m sure you can guess what he is doing. Yet Inkt and Pugh are blissfully unaware, cause that how it has to be.
Kief comes in the room again and they just chatted for a bit, nothing earth shattering, just men talk, who has the nicest ass in NEW, biggest tits, if you have to do a guy up the butt who would you pick, of course Kief picked Spaz, Inkt picked Colt, cause Inkt’s dick was already in his mouth, so he was half way there. Pugh for some reason had a list already made and begins to ramble off the pros and cons of each male members.
Suddenly a knock on the door, Kief says “I get it, it is for me.” So off Kief went to open the door, why it is a NEW Referee, his name, well who cares about his name. Just that is he an official NEW Referee. “Come on in! Wait over there and I be right back.” Kief said and heads off into the kitchen.
Pugh and Inkt looks at each other confused at first, then an thought crosses their minds.
“Nah, he wouldn’t, would he?” Inkt said just before experiencing a skull cracking thud on the back of his head and the conscious world fades from his mind.
“You fat ass mother fucker!” Pugh scream at Kief, he just watched L.A. Kief hit his best buddy in the back of the head with an adamantium lace frying pan. Pugh of course being a man of many weights and girths struggles to get up out of his chair, Kief watches in amusement for awhile, then lays off and hit him in the face, Pugh goes down.
Kief casually walks over to where the fallen NEW World Champion is and roll him over. And he goes for the pin.
“I don’t think this is how it works.” The NEW Referee said nervously.
“Oh hush now and count the pin.” Kief said. Resultantly the NEW Referee counts.
One
Two
Three
“Now announce me as the winner and new World Champion!” Kief said excitedly.
“The winner and the new NEW WORLD CHAMPION...L.A. KIEF!!!”
And since there is now crowd they was no cheering, which was sad. L.A. Kief waited a long time to become a World Champion and here it is and no one to cheer him on. Of course this doesn’t really count so it doesn’t really matter now does it. But it is real to him damnit! It is real to him!
In the outer edges of the galaxy of the Grakka nebula, we find ourselves zeroing in on the planet Dehila, home of the peace loving Caterpillar people. They are a friendly bunch of people who with their high society science technology can tune into any planet anywhere and watch what is on their TV, and as luck would have it, we are joining Jolin and Torma two habitants who love NEW, and are big fans of Frank Finelli, WHAT! Frank Finelli! Not L.A. Kief! Weird!!!
(The following has been translated to your native langue)
In the hollow fields of the cotton tress we fine Jolin and Torma they were sitting on a fallen Bey tree and casting their Baiting Poles into the pond of sea crunch hoping to catches some fin food to take home to their respective family. And with all teenage kids their talking turned into the talk of they hobbies, they talked about Translucent Playing cards with their favorite Sing Song Group, they talked about who they want to see fully skinless in the next issue of Unmake, and of course they talked about they favorite off world sports wrestling and their favorite wrestling Frank Finelli.
“Frank is going to ravish L.A. Kief!” Jolin said as he pulled in his Baiting Pole. “Not even going to be a nearby match, Frank is going to go in there and polish up some big hits and blow L.A. Kief till his is spent!”
“Yeah he is! Yet I sight him doing it not so fastly as we would like.” Torma reply. “Kief did ravish Frank on two occasion, and that has to stop and make Frank have a thought or twice about facing Kief.”
“That is honest. But this is Frank Fininelli we are conversing about! This is the man who....um...he did....wait...what has he done lately?”
“What a funny riddle you asked!” Torma looks at Jolin and goober yanked him. “Frank has done load of thing, just recently he...well you see....wait I know he...” Torma trails off, for he doesn’t remember Frank doing anything exciting either.
Torma and Jolin sat in silence as they ponder what has Frank done? They came to the sad conclusion that Frank hasn’t done anything worth mentioning. That they have backed a loser, a no nothing.
“What have we done? Have we wasted our quantum clock on cheering on a ghost of a man?” Torma asked with tears of disgust in his eyes.
“Oh great Butterfly in the sky help us! What have we done! We won’t ever reach the cocoon symbiosis!” Jolin falls on his many knees.
Torma and Jolin knows what they have to do next, and sadly they did, they went to Cat Paw fields and sacrifice themselves to the great Cat Paw.
So endth the life of Torma and Jolin, lesson is don’t back Frank cause Frank sucks.
LOL
Back on earth..
“So Frank hear we are once again, together again for the umpteenth time. Someone must like seeing me kick your ass all over the place. It is funny what one gain from victory. I used to be really scared of you. Truly I was, but after beating you like Hunter beats Johnny off, I lost my fear of you. Which could be dangerous for me. I know this. I know you are dangerous, yet I know I beat you. So that danger I feel isn’t as strong as it once was or should be.”
Kief took a deep breath.
“Now though mother fucker, it is you who should be scared! OH YEAH!!!! This match isn’t just a grudge match! OH NO!!! It is for the NEW World Heavy Weight Champion! OH YEAH!!!!!”
Kief held up the belt for all to see.
“I know what is going on through that pee brain of yours, and yes I mean pee as in piss as in urine as in what does Hunter like to be covered in, how did L.A. Kief get ahold of the NEW World Title? Cause you dumb jackass, WOOOOO!!! I beat Inkt in a non televised match! WOOOO!! To be the man you must beat the man! WOOOO!!! And I beat the man!!!”
Kief said to people.
“So this match is a lot more than what you were going in for, this match is a lot more exciting! Instead of people watching me kick your ass, people will be watching me kick your ass and retain the World Title! Brother! So take all the vitamins and steroids your body can handle cause I know you can’t handle this!”
Kief whips out his elephant size penis. The crowd goes wild!
“It so big I keep it in another dimension! So there! Now back to this match, you want this belt, I know you do, but you haven’t done anything worth while to get a shot at it! I have! Match of the Eon! L.A. Kief Vs. Nocturnal! Sure I lost, but at least I got a shot. When the last time you had your hands on a belt? Oh...wait...!!! I know when you stole my belt when I was the TV champ, I bet you thought that will get you notice, guess what! It didn’t, do you even still have the title? I lost interest when I lost the belt. I bet no one even notice that you did that. Poor baby. Here your chance though, make a name for yourself. Beat me and become the new NEW World Champion! Your chance to earn your place in NEW!”
CRAK!!!
“Uh-oh!” Kief said, as the door behind him start to break. “Uh...I gots to go!”
CRAK!!! BOOM!!! SMAH!!
The door breaks and in walks a angry Inkt and Pugh.
“OH SNAP!!!” Kief yells!
“Rematch bitch.” Inkt said as he closes in on Kief.
Kief using the power of transmorphing transform into a Gingerbread Man!
“Can’t catch me I’m the Gingerbread Kief!” He said as he ran between Inkt legs, but he couldn’t escape the lighting flash hands of Pugh, cause when there is food involve he change from dumb and slow to dumb and semi-slow.
“AHHH!! Don’t eat me Pugh!!! AHHHH!!!” Gingerbread Kief yells in his tiny gingerbread voice, but it was too late, Pugh bit the head off of Gingerbread Kief. Then drops him to the floor where the impact shattered him.
RIP Gingerbread Kief, RIP.
Inkt reaches down and picks up the NEW World Title, on the way out Inkt stomps on the remains of Gingerbread Kief.
THE END!!!
(Now I know you are all wondering, how can I leave it this way? Kief is dead, you can’t leave a story where the hero is nothing but gingerbread crumbs. You just can’t! Well to that I say, nana nana boo boo!)
Drink Dr. Pepper if you want L.A. Kief to live!!!
PS. In case you all forgotten Kief is crazy and you have to ask yourself what actually took place.
PSS. IT ALL DID!!! TRICK QUESTION!!!
PSSS. Or did it?
Either way Frank sucks.
LOL!
“Wow Inkt! You sure do look sexy with that belt around your waist!” Kief said while he eyed the title.
“I sure as hell do.” Inkt reply while downing a Fuzzy Navel.
“MUNCH MUNCH....GULP...yeah Inkt you showed that pussy who is boss!” Pugh said while downing a whole chicken. “MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH!”
Kief shakes his head in disgust. He was supposed to be the fat disgusting one in this group, but Pugh is taking over that position.
“So...Inkt what kind of champion are you going to be? A fighting one? Take on anybody? Anywhere? Anytime?”
Inkt looked at Kief directly in his eyes. “Damn right! Anyone, anywhere, anytime! I don’t care what Jesse throws at me! I beat their asses!”
“Interesting, does it matter what type of match?”
“Hell no! I’m going to bring this belt back to its rightful place.”
“Damn right...MUNCH MUNCH...right he is!” Pugh manage to say without choking on a chicken bone.
“Good to hear.” Kief says as he gets up from his hammock, he heads over to another part of the secret liar. Now usually I would tell you what he is doing, but he wants to keep it a secret, but I’m sure you can guess what he is doing. Yet Inkt and Pugh are blissfully unaware, cause that how it has to be.
Kief comes in the room again and they just chatted for a bit, nothing earth shattering, just men talk, who has the nicest ass in NEW, biggest tits, if you have to do a guy up the butt who would you pick, of course Kief picked Spaz, Inkt picked Colt, cause Inkt’s dick was already in his mouth, so he was half way there. Pugh for some reason had a list already made and begins to ramble off the pros and cons of each male members.
Suddenly a knock on the door, Kief says “I get it, it is for me.” So off Kief went to open the door, why it is a NEW Referee, his name, well who cares about his name. Just that is he an official NEW Referee. “Come on in! Wait over there and I be right back.” Kief said and heads off into the kitchen.
Pugh and Inkt looks at each other confused at first, then an thought crosses their minds.
“Nah, he wouldn’t, would he?” Inkt said just before experiencing a skull cracking thud on the back of his head and the conscious world fades from his mind.
“You fat ass mother fucker!” Pugh scream at Kief, he just watched L.A. Kief hit his best buddy in the back of the head with an adamantium lace frying pan. Pugh of course being a man of many weights and girths struggles to get up out of his chair, Kief watches in amusement for awhile, then lays off and hit him in the face, Pugh goes down.
Kief casually walks over to where the fallen NEW World Champion is and roll him over. And he goes for the pin.
“I don’t think this is how it works.” The NEW Referee said nervously.
“Oh hush now and count the pin.” Kief said. Resultantly the NEW Referee counts.
One
Two
Three
“Now announce me as the winner and new World Champion!” Kief said excitedly.
“The winner and the new NEW WORLD CHAMPION...L.A. KIEF!!!”
And since there is now crowd they was no cheering, which was sad. L.A. Kief waited a long time to become a World Champion and here it is and no one to cheer him on. Of course this doesn’t really count so it doesn’t really matter now does it. But it is real to him damnit! It is real to him!
In the outer edges of the galaxy of the Grakka nebula, we find ourselves zeroing in on the planet Dehila, home of the peace loving Caterpillar people. They are a friendly bunch of people who with their high society science technology can tune into any planet anywhere and watch what is on their TV, and as luck would have it, we are joining Jolin and Torma two habitants who love NEW, and are big fans of Frank Finelli, WHAT! Frank Finelli! Not L.A. Kief! Weird!!!
(The following has been translated to your native langue)
In the hollow fields of the cotton tress we fine Jolin and Torma they were sitting on a fallen Bey tree and casting their Baiting Poles into the pond of sea crunch hoping to catches some fin food to take home to their respective family. And with all teenage kids their talking turned into the talk of they hobbies, they talked about Translucent Playing cards with their favorite Sing Song Group, they talked about who they want to see fully skinless in the next issue of Unmake, and of course they talked about they favorite off world sports wrestling and their favorite wrestling Frank Finelli.
“Frank is going to ravish L.A. Kief!” Jolin said as he pulled in his Baiting Pole. “Not even going to be a nearby match, Frank is going to go in there and polish up some big hits and blow L.A. Kief till his is spent!”
“Yeah he is! Yet I sight him doing it not so fastly as we would like.” Torma reply. “Kief did ravish Frank on two occasion, and that has to stop and make Frank have a thought or twice about facing Kief.”
“That is honest. But this is Frank Fininelli we are conversing about! This is the man who....um...he did....wait...what has he done lately?”
“What a funny riddle you asked!” Torma looks at Jolin and goober yanked him. “Frank has done load of thing, just recently he...well you see....wait I know he...” Torma trails off, for he doesn’t remember Frank doing anything exciting either.
Torma and Jolin sat in silence as they ponder what has Frank done? They came to the sad conclusion that Frank hasn’t done anything worth mentioning. That they have backed a loser, a no nothing.
“What have we done? Have we wasted our quantum clock on cheering on a ghost of a man?” Torma asked with tears of disgust in his eyes.
“Oh great Butterfly in the sky help us! What have we done! We won’t ever reach the cocoon symbiosis!” Jolin falls on his many knees.
Torma and Jolin knows what they have to do next, and sadly they did, they went to Cat Paw fields and sacrifice themselves to the great Cat Paw.
So endth the life of Torma and Jolin, lesson is don’t back Frank cause Frank sucks.
LOL
Back on earth..
“So Frank hear we are once again, together again for the umpteenth time. Someone must like seeing me kick your ass all over the place. It is funny what one gain from victory. I used to be really scared of you. Truly I was, but after beating you like Hunter beats Johnny off, I lost my fear of you. Which could be dangerous for me. I know this. I know you are dangerous, yet I know I beat you. So that danger I feel isn’t as strong as it once was or should be.”
Kief took a deep breath.
“Now though mother fucker, it is you who should be scared! OH YEAH!!!! This match isn’t just a grudge match! OH NO!!! It is for the NEW World Heavy Weight Champion! OH YEAH!!!!!”
Kief held up the belt for all to see.
“I know what is going on through that pee brain of yours, and yes I mean pee as in piss as in urine as in what does Hunter like to be covered in, how did L.A. Kief get ahold of the NEW World Title? Cause you dumb jackass, WOOOOO!!! I beat Inkt in a non televised match! WOOOO!! To be the man you must beat the man! WOOOO!!! And I beat the man!!!”
Kief said to people.
“So this match is a lot more than what you were going in for, this match is a lot more exciting! Instead of people watching me kick your ass, people will be watching me kick your ass and retain the World Title! Brother! So take all the vitamins and steroids your body can handle cause I know you can’t handle this!”
Kief whips out his elephant size penis. The crowd goes wild!
“It so big I keep it in another dimension! So there! Now back to this match, you want this belt, I know you do, but you haven’t done anything worth while to get a shot at it! I have! Match of the Eon! L.A. Kief Vs. Nocturnal! Sure I lost, but at least I got a shot. When the last time you had your hands on a belt? Oh...wait...!!! I know when you stole my belt when I was the TV champ, I bet you thought that will get you notice, guess what! It didn’t, do you even still have the title? I lost interest when I lost the belt. I bet no one even notice that you did that. Poor baby. Here your chance though, make a name for yourself. Beat me and become the new NEW World Champion! Your chance to earn your place in NEW!”
CRAK!!!
“Uh-oh!” Kief said, as the door behind him start to break. “Uh...I gots to go!”
CRAK!!! BOOM!!! SMAH!!
The door breaks and in walks a angry Inkt and Pugh.
“OH SNAP!!!” Kief yells!
“Rematch bitch.” Inkt said as he closes in on Kief.
Kief using the power of transmorphing transform into a Gingerbread Man!
“Can’t catch me I’m the Gingerbread Kief!” He said as he ran between Inkt legs, but he couldn’t escape the lighting flash hands of Pugh, cause when there is food involve he change from dumb and slow to dumb and semi-slow.
“AHHH!! Don’t eat me Pugh!!! AHHHH!!!” Gingerbread Kief yells in his tiny gingerbread voice, but it was too late, Pugh bit the head off of Gingerbread Kief. Then drops him to the floor where the impact shattered him.
RIP Gingerbread Kief, RIP.
Inkt reaches down and picks up the NEW World Title, on the way out Inkt stomps on the remains of Gingerbread Kief.
THE END!!!
(Now I know you are all wondering, how can I leave it this way? Kief is dead, you can’t leave a story where the hero is nothing but gingerbread crumbs. You just can’t! Well to that I say, nana nana boo boo!)
Drink Dr. Pepper if you want L.A. Kief to live!!!
PS. In case you all forgotten Kief is crazy and you have to ask yourself what actually took place.
PSS. IT ALL DID!!! TRICK QUESTION!!!
PSSS. Or did it?
Either way Frank sucks.
LOL!