Twist Of Fate (describe scenarios with wrestling moves in mind)
 

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Twist Of Fate:

It was a crisp autumn night. Jim Ross' dream was about to finally cum true. For months, Jim Ross had been dreaming of The Great Kali...and what his Pakistani Penis would taste like with some tandoori sauce on it. Good Ol' JR finally had Great Kali alone after all these months.

JR was on his knees.....mouth salivating with anticipation. Great Kali pulled down his trousers....penis now aligned with JR's face. JR, licked his lips, and was ready to take the penis in his mouth when suddenly......in a TWIST OF FATE....The Great Kali turned around and RIPPED a fart in JR's face. The Great Kali then laughed and walked away.

Regardless, Jim Ross was still smitten. :love:

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L to the O to the fuckin' L

lol

:nono:

lol wtf

Heyman?

Fucked up, but drew a laugh.

But he's Indian.

Bahgawd, now that's a slobberknocker I'd pay to see!

The Five Star Frog Splash:

Murdoch was definetly anticipating tonight. He had the reservations made, the room booked, and the lube ready. In the last few weeks the relationship had been sealed. He had recieved offers from Cade, but he didn't want to lose a friend, Cryme Tyme, but he had to stay in kayfabe and so he'd be the only one giving if that every happened and of course JTG wasn't going to except that, even Victoria, but, of course, as Trevor had explained to Albert he doesn't go for the 'bears'. But when he looked into the eyes of the one he'd be with tonight he knew it was meant to be.

He stepped into the Hilton, a five star resort, and went up to the front desk.

"I have a room under the name Mr. Lumpin." The Desk Clerk Smiled. "Of Course, Mr. Lumpin here is your key you are in the deluxe suite room number 619"

When he got to the room, he noticed the luxury he put on his feather boa, stripped, and Strutted around the room. He then turned on VH1 and masturbated for about an hour while watching 'Hogan knows best'.

At around 3 am he got a call. He picked up the reciever, "Mr. Lumpin you have a guest." Trevor Smiled. "Tell him to come right up, the door will be open."

He then headed for the bathroom, remembering the love he and Viscera once shared on a toilet seat in Orlando (not the City, the wrestler). That man's ass went on forever (not the body part, the animal). But now he was preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. He sat in the tub as seductively as he could rubbing his cocks (the animal and the organ). He was preparing for who was about to enter his room and his ass.

A shadow darkened the dimly lit room, the candles made his shadow elongate to the exact same ratio Trevor's Penis had.

"Hello, I'm ready." Trevor told his visitor.

The guest hopped in the tub.


Later that night, Trevor and his lover lay in bed, euphoric. "I love you." Trevor muttered. "Ribbit." the frog retorted.

Thus is the tale of Trevor's Five Star Frog Splash.

'the hell?

this is comedic gold.

I'd love to write one, but I don't know what could possibly live up to that first one.

This is just wrong.

... What the hell. Seriously. I don't even know what to say.

You should laugh.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwKoh4QfXss

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

My sides! My sides!

I am going to die laughing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Already posted in the youtube thread.

Oh ok. Thanks for confirming that.

So you come around only once a year?

I was going to post a picture of Mr. Socko but this is more random...

http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g1...bb51726a_m.jpg

Also...

http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g1...llrealipod.gif

Ron Simmons sat in the tiny cubicle at the Nuclear Power Plant. Butch Reed was in the next one over, mumbling about "He ain't no Natural if he dyes his hair," but Ron was far too absorbed in the delicious sugary sweetness he was licking off of his fingers. As he reached into the box for another donut, his meaty digits grasped nothing but air. "AW MAN, NO MORE??" he muttered, before spying a single crumb lying on a large red button. Oblivious to what he was doing, his finger shot out and speared the errant speck of confection. Before he had the chance to enjoy his speck, Red lights and sirens filled the room, and Butch stuck his head above the divider. "Bro, you didn't just press that button, didja?" Simmons barely got out a "DA...." before he, Reed, and most of the surrounding city were vaporised.

Thus is the tragedy known as the Fingerpoke of Doom.