Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 24, 2016 16:25:04 GMT
Somewhere over Europe….
In a brand new LearJet……
It’s night time over Europe and the lens of the camera is up against the window of the LearJet that is making it’s way back to Vegas from Japan. It’s noisy on the jet today, all sorts of giggling, laughing and screaming, all of which are easily identified as female voices in the background.
”Sup bitches? The Bad Ass One here on Periscope taking the red eye back home, to my playground to party it up like Vegas has never seen. This trip to Japan has been a big success for the Bad Ass James Kelloggs and I’m about to share my golden nuts and honey with several fine ass bitches on this brand spanking new, just for the Bad Ass One Lear f*cking Jet! Yeah you heard that right you bunch of cunts. This jet was made just for the Bad Ass One.”
The Iphone flips around and holding it is the Bad Ass James Kelloggs. Next to him wearing very little is a chick that kinda looks like the older chick from BabyMetal, only 18. James has her arm around her. She smiles into the camera.
”Bae! Say hello to all of the retards in San Francisco!”
“Bae” giggles and waves. ”Hello!” She says in bad english but looks cute doing it.
”I meet my Bae here right after a highly successful match in Tokyo a couple of hours ago. You see Darc Pro Sports isn’t the only place that the Bad Ass One is contracted with! Just like Darc Pro who pays me a f*cking boat load of cash to show up and boost the ratings, I am contracted through another promotion and they just paid me out their noses to have the Bad Ass One show up and kick asses and tonight! The Bad Ass James Kelloggs walked into the Korakuen Hall and bitch slapped this tool around and took his belt. Yeah you bunch of simpletons that make up the Darc Pro roster. Soon you will be overshadowed by greatness as the Bad Ass One and his new championship…..HEY! Yo! Bitch! Where’s my belt?”
James stands up and the phone gets bounced around. After a couple of seconds James spins the camera around and we catch a glimpse of the semi naked blonde handing his newly won belt over. She quickly covers up her bare breasts so you don’t really see anything worth wild.
”Smile for the camera Bae!” James says and she does. ”Say HI! Everyone is saying HI to you!”
”Hello everyone!”
”They want to know your name.”
”Heather….” she says while still cupping her boobs. Other than her hand bra she’s wearing these little yellow panties with some sort of pattern on them, we can’t make them out.
”Everyone! Listen up!” James barks and he pans around his Jet where is there is about 8 other ladies with him, all of which are in different stages of nudity but none of them fully nude. ”Time to tickle Heather here!”
”NO!!!!!” she cries. James puts the camera back on her. ”Oh yeah! Everyone wants you to move your hands.” ”NO!!!! Not on camera anyways….”
James spins the camera back around as the tickling begins and Heather screams and screams for them to stop. ”Her name might be…..what ever it is but I’ll call her my midnight snack. Now where were we?”
James sits back down next to his Bae and after some juggling with his phone and his belt, he lays the belt across his stomach and puts his arm around his woman friend.
”Yeah look at it and weep bitches. And soon I’ll be adding another one of these belts when I take that Horse belt from Peters there. And you know the name of that belt is fitting because I am hung like a horse ain’t that right Bae?”
James looks at his cutie next to him and she blushes. ”Maybe? I don’t know….why you put me on the spot like this?”
James chuckles himself and kisses the side of her face. Maybe now might be a good time to point out that he might be a tad bit drunk.
”But first the fine folks who’s checks that clear in Darc Pro have signed me up to face some bearded clam and while from time to time I don’t mind going back and see how life was in the 70’s and 60’s with some of my themed parties I have, this bearded clam isn’t one that I am looking forwarded to wrestling with but much like the bitches in the 60’s and the 70’s, especially the free loving hippie bitches, I bet it smells just as bad. It’s more than safe to say that this bearded clam that I have to fight needs a good douching and even then there will always be this slight hint of stink and it has nothing to do with body odor but rather the skills of this bearded clam.”
Another attendee of the flight to Vegas leans in. She is a dark haired raven beauty who is built rather nice.
”That looks so f*cking sexy on you. I just had to tell you how hot you look.”
”Ah thank you Bae. Here. Why don’t you wear this and only this and keep it warm for me. I’ll be over in a bit to see how it fits yeah?”
She slowly slides the belt off of his chest. We don’t see a thing but she tosses her top at him.
”I can see it’s a good fit on you too Bae.” James says as a couple of seconds later her panties end up in his face. He balls them up in his hand, sniffs them and looks up at her. ”I will see you soon Bae. I’ve got to reclaim my belt back and I’m going to make you submit bitch.”
She says something not caught by his phone. James watches her leave. Meanwhile the whole time the girl next to him as been smiling and reading the comments on the phone. You can tell she is a bit shy and is covering up with her one arm across her chest.
”As I was saying! I am brought in for one reason and one reason only! To pack the house! To beat up chumps and collect championship titles! I am the biggest money draw on the face of the planet! As you just saw, I have claimed a belt in Tokyo and soon, real soon I will claim another one in the Bay Area in Northern Cali! And that path towards Darc Pro Championship gold begins when I make this Muhammad Murder jack off stare at the back of his eyelids and take a nice long nap in middle of that ring! It’s a good thing you wear a mask because at least you will be able to walk around in public after the beating you will receive from the Bad Ass One and no one with realise that you just got punked by Kelloggs! And when I’m done with you! Much how all of these ladies on this Learjet of mine will find out later tonight….”
“I can go all night long and next on my hit list of sh*t to immediately correct is that bitch Kandy Kane and her little bitch Matty who loves to run his bitch mouth on twitter. As soon as I dispose of the Bearded Clam, why don’t you two bitches come on down to the ring and take your beatings now rather than later. The later you make me wait, the worst it will be for you two! I’m not one to promote violence against women, but then again Kandy Kane isn’t a chick so I’m more than fine with breaking that bitch in two! Now if you excuse me….”
James kisses his Bae next to him and stands up. He moves to the isle of his Learjet and spots where his title went.
”Someone has something that is mine and I’m going to beat her ass and reclaim my belt. Later bitches!”
The feed ends.