Fiery Trashy Souls verses Giggling Gurus of Disaster
May 28, 2020 1:53:06 GMT -5
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Post by djf on May 28, 2020 1:53:06 GMT -5
FIERY TRASHY SOULS VERSES GIGGLING GURUS OF DISASTER
~*Somewhere near the banks of the River Thames in London, England. Near Peninsula Square. With open arms.*~
DJF: Are you kidding?! Are you serious?! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, DUDE?! FOR REAL?! LIKE FOR REAL... REAL?!
~*DJF walks to a green metal park style bench and sits down. Right leg shaking. Dakota shows erratic behavior. Nervous twitches. Dakota looks around. Dakota talks to himself, while rocking back and forth...*~
DJF: Breathe in. Remain calm. No matter what happens to you or around you is MORE IMPORTANT than the way you react TO IT. Breathe out.
~*Dakota stands up takes a deep breath and tries to make a half ass smile. DJ looks at his phone, looking at the previous promo done by Vonn Richter...*~
Richter: That just leaves DJF, the guy with the worst name in this match. What does DJF even mean? Dork Jobber Feeb? I’m sure it’s the initials for your real name but I don’t even care enough to look it up. That’s how little you matter!! You suck, your team sucks, and my team sucks but at least it’s got me on it so that’s why we’re going to win!
DJF: WHAT A DOUCHE!! You all listen to him?! His sensibility and concept was all over the place!! His first comment was a dick joke. A God damn dick joke. That explained who we are ALL dealing with... AN ABSOLUTE MORON!! A jacked up... dick-less talent-less hack!! He even went as far as wanted to "show and compare" with Steven Osborne. Richter was concerned whose pecker would be smaller between his and another man. Why?! You trying to emasculate Mr. Osborne? Or do you have a reason to overcompensate? You're an absolute ass hole. You claimed that your opponents sucked. That included yours truly, Jordi Trash and Aaron Blaze. You also said, your partners, the ones that you should depend on, in the match... ALSO SUCKS. You be the ONLY reason... SOLE reason why your team would win.
~*Dakota begins to laugh his ass off.*~
DJF: But, what about you partners?! Giggles and Cray Mitchell?! That's right. You don't give a damn about them. In fact you could whoop THEIR asses!! Because you're that kind of bad-ass motherfucker!! HUH?! Bitch!! You're so roided up. Your dick has shriveled up!! The reason why you're bouncing around like the way you are... YOU'RE JACKED UP, DUDE!! You're more juiced up than a carton of Tropicana. Or do you prefer Minute Maid? From what it sounds like, the word around the locker room, what you're carrying around, it's ONLY gonna take you a minute and you're finished. By the way dumbass, the name is DJF... Dakota Joseph Franco!! Get your shit straight, before this high-flying submission striker humbles your non-talented ass!! All the steroids and muscles in the world will not give you wrestling talent. Eom'y HELP you. Especially NOW, you bad talking your partners, it desn't look like they should help you STUPID ASS!! By the end of this match.... YOU'RE GONNA END UP WITH A BOOT IN YOUR ASS!! 'NUFF SAID!!
~*DJF holds up his phone, which shows a photo of Vonn Richter. Dakota proceeds to flip off said pix of Richter.*~
DJF: Richter, I can't say it any other way... YOU ARE A PUNK ASS BITCH!! A POSER!! A WANNABE!! You're a muscle head that can't even try to wrestle!! You blame others for your OWN mistakes!! So, basically... YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE!! I have wasted enough time on you! FUCK OFF!! Now, Mr. Giggle Tits. Let's get straight to the point. You're a freaky dude!! You scare the fiznuck out of me!! Even for a clown. You look like circus clown that has been on a week long drug binge. But, if you think for one CRAZY micro-second that you looking the way you do, will substitute for talent... you ARE out of your damn mind!! But. MAYBE... You ARE!! If you DO wanna go CRAZY, in this match...
LET'S GO FUCKING CRAZY!!
DJF: My God dude. You look like you're strung out on benzos, clozapine, cocaine and alcohol!! You'll even drop down to your knees for a quick fix!! SAY IT!! SAY IT!! When was the last time you took a shower?! When you approach a group of kids.... slithered, stalked. Doesn't matter. You suggested making balloon animals, right? Will you be aware enough that you would be using balloons, not.... USED CONDOMS?! I'm looking on my phone at your professional information. I like to scope out my opponent's information.... HOW IN THE BLUE HELL IS A CRACKHEAD CLOWN IS SUPPOSED TO DO A BACKFLIPPING ELBOW IN THE CORNER?! You'll end up slipping and breaking your damn neck!! Then, how realistic are we suppose to believe you... YOU executing an Ace cutter, an rolling cutter or an swanton bomb?! I could see you EATING a wanton. But, not doing anything TOO dangerous. You'll just end up hurting yourself. Unless I don't do it for you...
~*Dakota takes a deep breath, before he continues. DJ pauses, then taps the right side of his head.*~
DJF: Now, we come to The Guru of Glee Cray Mitchell. First of all, Cray, I have complete respect for you. It's a damn shame you're stuck with both Richter AND Shit Giggles!! I'm starting to think, I might need to stop talking smack against The Druggie Clown, because he might have a severe fever and turn green. But, you Mitchell, you HAVE a choice. Allow those two to take advantage and let you to carry the load for the team and those two are going to stab you in the back. You're a good guy, Cray. It's gonna be a shame... A DAMN SHAME to see a good guy get his ass beat for NO reason. Make the right choice
~*DJF sits down, flips a double bird.*~
