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 |  Subject: Hostyles Birthday Bash  Thu Jun 28, 2012 10:53 pm | |
| - HOSTYLES BIRTHDAY BASH -
Hostyle walked in the door to the music blazing, and a mob of people cluttered throughout the Jones residence. Hostyle looked around the environment, scoping for his entourage, but it was so hard to see through the flickering strobe lights in the darkened living room with the strobe lights flickering from wall to wall. Hostyle began to make his way through the crowd, dipping shoulders of people dancing and beer cups as he went. He got a short distance, and then heard someone call out his name.
Hostyle turned around and noticed someone coming toward him that he did not know. The person was a black male with long cornrows and a neatly shaped up beard. Hostyle squinted his eyes through the strobe lights as the man approached.
Hostyle looked at the guy with a blank stare as the man remained silent…
HOSTYLE JONES : Who the hell are you??
????? : SNM, you remember- I was leavin’ IWF as you were comin’ in.
Hostyle looked at him for a moment thinking hard. He then patted Sho’ No Mercy on the shoulder and chuckled…
HOSTYLE JONES : Oh yea… right. You’re the guy that got rubber cock’d in the face by James Shark at Spring Fling!!
Sho’ No Mercy’s jaw drops as Hostyle Jones pats him on the shoulder once more with a at sarcastic smile stretched across his face. Hostyle turns and begins to walk away, leaving SNM mumbling under his breath. He moves through the crowd of people a slight bit more, until he notices Yuko sitting in the corner of the room with Hostyle’s younger sister, Marley…
Hostyle moved toward Yuko and his sister. Marley had caught Hostyle out of the corner of her eye a stood up to give him a hug when he got in arms reach. Hostyle embraced his sister and then looked over his partner, nodding his head in the air as a greeting. Steel waved his hand then stood up.
Hostyle looked around curiously…
HOSTYLE JONES : Steel, where is Chalida, and where is my son at?
Steel Angel did not speak, he put his head down and remained silent. Marley looked at Hostyle and then looked at Steel. Steel looked up at Marley and then looked away. It seemed like neither had wanted to say??
MARLEY JONES : Chris, Chalida left you. She said she couldn’t be with two Chris Jones. She took Damien to her mothers…
HOSTYLE JONES : So, then why are we having a birthday bash for me?
Marley shrugged, and then looked at her brother…
MARLEY JONES : Because it’s your birthday, and we know she will be back. You two have a son together.
STEEL ANGEL : Yeah, relax.
MARLEY JONES : You just need a beer! You’ll be ok.
Hostyle looked around the Jones residence through all the traffic for a moment…
HOSTYLE JONES : Why is everybody alright with this, and plus my birthday is not til’ Battlegrounds.
MARLEY JONES : So, we had it early. That’s fine. Relax and just have fun.
HOSTYLE JONES : Hold on, I got to clear my head?
Hostyle stepped off an began to walk through the swarm of people until he came to the end of the living room where the staircase rest to the second floor. Hostyle leaned onto the railing to the staircase for a moment and looked around. He then began to head up the stairs.
When he made it upstairs, he had wanted to go in the master bedroom where Chalida and Hostyle had rested their heads. Hostyle walked to the door and turned the handle.
HOSTYLE JONES : What in the fuck??
Hostyle opened his bedroom door to a naked stumbling woman dropping to her knees while jerking off a donkey. He squinted his eyes and shook his head to make sure that his eyes were not deceiving him. He scrunched his face up with a disgusting look and stepped into the room. He went to go talk, but he was interrupted…
SEAN LIBBY : Hai!! 
Hostyle turned to see Sean Libby with camera in hand, filming the whole thing!!
HOSTYLE JONES : Libby, what in the fuck is going on?? ARE YOU SERIOUS?? In my room? How’s your head by the way??
SEAN LIBBY : My head is fine, but really Hostyle, I’m going to upload this on Redtube.com! Do you know how many hits I’m going to get for some crazy shit like this?
Hostyle frowned and looked down at the floor and shook his head…
HOSTYLE JONES : Libby, but this is my room, bro!! This is where I come to have solace!
Hostyle looked over at the woman who leaned her head forward in attempts to suck off the donkey’s penis…
HOSTYLE JONES : No, get the fuck up you drunk whore! You are not going to disgrace my chambers with this nasty shit! Libby, can you please turn off the camera?
Sean Libby pressed a button on the camera with a small frown stretched across his face. He looked up at Hostyle Jones and nodded. Hostyle began to finish talking…
HOSTYLE JONES : Also can you escort this donkey and this mule sucking tramp out of my room. If she wants to fuck a donkey, she can do it in the living room where everyone can see!
Sean Libby began to walk over to the drunk broad and the donkey she had been gratifying. He grabbed the leash around the donkeys neck and begin to tug, all while helping the drunken woman to her feet…
SEAN LIBBY : Come on girl, you and the donkey have to take this elsewhere.
Sean Libby begins to slowly exit the room with the drunk woman and the donkey with a frown still etched across his face. As Sean Libby closes the door Hostyle Jones sits down on his bed, and puts his elbows on his knees to rest his hands in his head.
Hostyle lifts his head up with a disgraceful chuckle, still shaking his head…
HOSTYLE JONES : Bestiality!
Just as he says that, his bedroom door flies open and Muffins The Midget comes charging in in her dominatrix outfit with whip in hand. Hostyle looks at Muffins dumbfounded as she slams the door shut behind her with lust in her eyes…
HOSTYLE JONES : Ummm, what the? No!
Muffins The Midget cracks her whip causing an echo through the master bedroom. She begins to walk toward Hostyle Jones as her begins to look him up and down.
HOSTYLE JONES : Fuck that…
Hostyle rolls across the other side of the bed and heads for the door. Muffins cracks the whip in front of the door to stop him in his tracks…
MUFFINS THE MIDGET : Come here and give me a kiss for your birthday.
HOSTYLE JONES : Fuck no, you crazy midget.
Hostyle darts for the door once more, but Muffins sticks her tiny pudgy foot out and trips him. Hostyle stumbles to the floor and quickly tries to crawl his way back to all fours. Muffins cracks the whip once more lashing in across Hostyle’s back…
HOSTYLE JONES : Ahh, bitch- come on?
Hostyle crawls his way to his feet and reaches for the door handle. Muffins cracks the whip once more aiming for Hostyle’s hand, but Hostyle dodges in the nick of time. Hostyle looks at Muffin’s with seriousness…
HOSTYLE JONES : Quit playin’
Muffins the Midget reaches her hands down and grabs Hostyle’s package…
MUFFINS THE MIDGET : Give it to me!
HOSTYLE JONES : No, bitch…
Hostyle Jones nudges Muffins the Midget off of him and then spin kicks her in the mouth. Muffins wiped the blood that began trickling down her lip and then looked up at Hostyle with great anger. She began to lunge at Hostyle, as he opened the door and went charging down the steps. He ran down the steps of the Jones residence, through the living room. He looked to his side, and what did he see, but none other then Sean Libby filming the half naked drunk girl blowing the donkey. Everyone in the living room was watching and cheering as Hostyle ran out of his front door…
STEEL ANGEL : Jones, are you alright?
Hostyle began to open his eyes seeing a blurred vision standing over him. As he regained focus, Hostyle came to realize that he was back in Hagbar’s cabin. He was mind boggled for a moment, before he came to realize that he must have blacked out… TO BE CONTINUED …
THE SHOOT
Robbie, I am so looking forward to this. What have I done? It’s not about what I have done, it is about what I am going to do! You are washed up, and the thing is you still think you’re in your prime! You lie to yourself, much like you lie to yourself about our match every time you look at yourself in the mirror. You lie to yourself about our match, because you know that if it wasn’t because of you already being the champion before the bell rang, it could have gone either way? If they had awarded me the match, you would have been the one ‘bitching’, because you would have lost something dear to you!!
Well, so did I!
You want to talk in riddles?
See, this wasn’t just a match for the High Impact Championship, it was for my pride as well. So, I would lie if I said that my pride was not damaged in the process, because it was! I lost something that I deserved, at Ragnarok.
Luckily, I have the chance to get all of that back, and believe me, I am bringing it all! I’m going to be on your brain all week, much like the sickness that Hostyle Jones is. I’m going to be the vicious pitbull biting behind your ankles as you run. As scared as you say you aren’t, you really are. Do not play yourself, every man has a fear, but me- I fear no man! I do however fear an organization stripped of it’s dignity. When the IWF actually has IWF thinking that he is great because he defended his belt a few times, that means the world is being polluted by the marketing scheme. Stardom has them brainwashed.
I am nothing flashy, I’m rough around the edges…
My demons of the night know exactly what I am talking about. People like you need people like me who are rough around the edges to knock you on your ass, and push you to your limits. I am a wakeup call to you, Robbie, because you have been sleeping for far too long!! It’s time to snap back into reality, you have turned into a fairy!
This is because your stardom and recent success has you blinded by things like rainbows. Everything about you is flamboyant. You rode Corey Casey’s dick into this federation, carrying the already tarnished last name that your father destroyed. I don’t need accomplishments to knock you the fuck out, because in the end- You will leave alone and, yeah, still riding Corey Caseys dick!
As for the Path To Valhalla you can say what you want, but you still have a throbbing pain in your ass from Anna two weeks ago. Never count me out, because I am far to sinister minded to not be cautious of. I want to dig your eyes out their sockets with my bare hands, and then throw them into the audience! I want to bring wrestling back to the days of the blood sport, when everybody was different, and they were not a carbon copy!
A ROBBIE FUCKING HART!
I am so ready to make you eat all the shit that you have been talking! You think that Ragnarok was all I had? No, it defiantly was not. I am the most relentless mother fucker you will ever come across, and when it gets personal, it’s personal. Like it or not, you have brought this to the personal level. Now I’m going have to show you why you don’t want to get personal with me. You should have been the smart man, and respected what was in front of you. Now I’m going to have to make you beg for mercy!
Beg for your life, because if you don’t I just might take it like I was the grim reaper…
I’m going to show you that family ties to wrestling doesn’t mean shit anymore, and that the new thing is ties to evil! I’m as evil as they come. Do you think that I just come to the ring every night with the intention to win? No, I come with the intent to kill somebody- I just happen to win along the way. I’m going to put your ass above up in the air, and I am going to personally send your ass to the darkest depths of hell via the B.O.R! Crack my skull, really? We shall see who has the cracked skull this week, because I have endured what you had to offer at Ragnarok, and let me say- you are a bitch!
The Pussy Boy Assassin for sure!!
It is clear that there is bad blood between us, so this time- it’s going to be different. This time the IWF fans are going to see a different type of match then they are used to. This will defiantly not be for the faint of heart. This will be explicit and something that the world will remember for times to come! Along with that they will remember that Hostyle Jones came down to the ring on his birthday and destroyed a punk bitch who thought that he could dance with a specimen of the devil. It is not possible, because I have everything that you don’t, except the championship! I have a tag team partner, I have real fans and not bandwagon riders, most of all I have A CHILD!! The embryos of your tripets shall rot in hell, and scream in pain as daddy gets his fucking ass whooped!
It’s alright, don’t feel bad- It’s a good thing your triplets didn’t make it!
It would have just been three more scumbag Hart’s walking on this earth…
Breathing this air!!
Disgusting!! |
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