Post by xtremefate on Jan 22, 2008 12:06:11 GMT -5
In the mind of The Revolting Blob
I am now 2-0 at WFWF and my next match is my first out-of-house-show appearance. There are some habits I have been taming to help me get where I am right now at 2-0, For starters I enjoy eating at my local Chicken Lickin’ where I buy my favourite bigee combo, That’s where I get my brute strength. For my cardio training I usually go to a hot dog stand outside of a nearby Convenient Store and rob the stand. It’s really hard because the owner of the hotdog stand, Jack Goff is quite fast. But the thought of his succulent hotdogs drives me to run away faster and faster each and every time. So now I am standing here 2-0 about to go into one of my biggest matches but who the hell am I facing? That stupid Kingkraig thinks he can make fun of me and not get away with it?
TRB chuckles in a low booming voice that shakes his woggle on his neck and his body and goes back thinking to himself
Oh boy is he ever wrong, What an aro…ga..aro…Who cares about the god damn word the fact is I’m going to sit on his face and fart into his goddamn nostrils! Then once I get off and obliterate him with my Blob Bomb and win the match that “pretty” face of his is going to need some plastic surgery because his face will be deformed after I’m done with him.
TRB licks his lips ecstatically as the thought of King Kraigs lifeless and defenceless body draws upon him.
TRB: [Whipsering] Just think of what I could do to him after he’s defenceless….
TRB clears his throat and tries to act serious.
TRB: I mean…Uhhhh…I can beat him up even more...YEAH…that’s right.
TRB: And for that Yohan Turdler…Hell that guy is a piece of garbage, He’s teamed up with the guy I have already taken care of in my first match so he can’t be hard at all. Plus what’s his record anyways? 1-0? Pfft I’ll destroy him and make him an embarrassment to his Polish roots and then I’ll pwn the Polish Pirates clan on WoW…Erm On World of Woman...Hehe and then his record will become 1-1 and will stay like that because I’m gonna’ break every damn bone in his body!
TRB: So for all I care Yohan Turdler can go shove a sausage up his ass, Whether it’s Polish, Braunschweiger, Boudin Blanc, Pepperoni, Mortadella or even Bologna! So a fair warning to my opponents come WFWF Live at “Miluwakee”. You’re all going to be…
TRB slams his fist onto his palm
TRB: Incinerated…
The TRB then gets off his dirty and roughed up couch to go to bet. He lies into his bed and pulls the covers over and shortly after, Turns of the end lamp. When suddenly
A loud collapsing like noise was heard and it was TRB bed, The frame gave in and came crashing down as well as the 300 pound fat ass.
TRB: WHAT THE FU--
The scene cut out before he finished his sentence.
[x]{ - New Scene - }[x]
Workin’ some Iron
[/i]I am now 2-0 at WFWF and my next match is my first out-of-house-show appearance. There are some habits I have been taming to help me get where I am right now at 2-0, For starters I enjoy eating at my local Chicken Lickin’ where I buy my favourite bigee combo, That’s where I get my brute strength. For my cardio training I usually go to a hot dog stand outside of a nearby Convenient Store and rob the stand. It’s really hard because the owner of the hotdog stand, Jack Goff is quite fast. But the thought of his succulent hotdogs drives me to run away faster and faster each and every time. So now I am standing here 2-0 about to go into one of my biggest matches but who the hell am I facing? That stupid Kingkraig thinks he can make fun of me and not get away with it?
TRB chuckles in a low booming voice that shakes his woggle on his neck and his body and goes back thinking to himself
Oh boy is he ever wrong, What an aro…ga..aro…Who cares about the god damn word the fact is I’m going to sit on his face and fart into his goddamn nostrils! Then once I get off and obliterate him with my Blob Bomb and win the match that “pretty” face of his is going to need some plastic surgery because his face will be deformed after I’m done with him.
TRB licks his lips ecstatically as the thought of King Kraigs lifeless and defenceless body draws upon him.
TRB: [Whipsering] Just think of what I could do to him after he’s defenceless….
TRB clears his throat and tries to act serious.
TRB: I mean…Uhhhh…I can beat him up even more...YEAH…that’s right.
TRB: And for that Yohan Turdler…Hell that guy is a piece of garbage, He’s teamed up with the guy I have already taken care of in my first match so he can’t be hard at all. Plus what’s his record anyways? 1-0? Pfft I’ll destroy him and make him an embarrassment to his Polish roots and then I’ll pwn the Polish Pirates clan on WoW…Erm On World of Woman...Hehe and then his record will become 1-1 and will stay like that because I’m gonna’ break every damn bone in his body!
TRB: So for all I care Yohan Turdler can go shove a sausage up his ass, Whether it’s Polish, Braunschweiger, Boudin Blanc, Pepperoni, Mortadella or even Bologna! So a fair warning to my opponents come WFWF Live at “Miluwakee”. You’re all going to be…
TRB slams his fist onto his palm
TRB: Incinerated…
The TRB then gets off his dirty and roughed up couch to go to bet. He lies into his bed and pulls the covers over and shortly after, Turns of the end lamp. When suddenly
A loud collapsing like noise was heard and it was TRB bed, The frame gave in and came crashing down as well as the 300 pound fat ass.
TRB: WHAT THE FU--
The scene cut out before he finished his sentence.
[x]{ - New Scene - }[x]
Workin’ some Iron
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The scene opens up in TRB’s apartment where faint noises of grunting noises and slight moaning of almost lyrics of a song are to be heard coming from the part of the apartment.
The sound becomes louder and clearer and a song can be heard. It seems as its being played from a device. Soon we can see what was happening there stood TRB jamming on a plastic guitar to “The Number of the best” by Iron Maiden. TRB was playing on expert and was doing quite well the look on his face made him seem very, very, and I mean very into it. Once he finished the song he raised his hands into the air as if he was a real rock star he then cupped his hands over his mouth and began to hiss to try and mimic a real crowd. He then looked down at his fingers and wiggled them around.
TRB: Phew what a workout, These fingers should really do me some good in my match against those too has beens.
TRB began to put on his grey track suit that he used before to workout that was the grey hoodie and grey track pants and he also searched for his black gym bag that had a odour of a dead skunk. TRB scratched his head as he paused to try and find it as the looks of Dandruff or lice poured out of his head with each and every scratch he made. He then found the bag that was crushed beneath the rubble of his bed that had unfortunately gave in. When he bent over to grab the back “The grand canyon” showed at his rear end that looked like the never ending hole. TRB walked over to his table and picked up his apartment keys and left the room but before leaving he paused and looked inside his room and said a few words..
TRB: I have an old friend waiting for me…
When he said that for the first time ever we had seen an actually serious side of him that didn’t make him look in utter stupidity but that didn’t last long. Before closing the door he let out a grenade that filled his apartment with a poison like smell and he laughed hysterically as he walked down the empty corridor of his apartment. [/center]
