_-Caution| ladies and gentlemen, you're about to enter the world of one Arias VanPeirce. Easily offended? Fuck off, before I traumatize you for life. If blood, violence, gore, stupid humor,religious jokes, sexist jokes, and a whole lot of fucking sound a little too outrageous for your tastes, then grab your purse, adjust your skirt and get the fuck out of my sight. The cameras open up in maimi flordia in a new apartment building that is fully furnished. The door opens up and Arias VanPeirce walks into the new place with his girlfriend Melissa on one hand and her girlfriend in the other. He whistles and smiles. “You like the new place guys?” he turned around and the two where wrapped in each others arms and kissing. Arias smiles and walks toward the balcony as the two stagger over to the rear by black leather couch. Arias leans against the window and looks out over the city. Suddenly he jumps and pulls his phone out of his pocket.“Hello.” “Arias.” “Speaking” “This s constable Ryan Greene.” “How can I help you?” “This is not the kind of thing I like to talk about over the phone. Is there anyway that we can meet in person?” “Oh yeah, star dust café.” “20 minutes.” With that the two hung up the phone. Arias turn around wondering what the hell this could be about but it al washed away for a few seconds as he was suddenly pounced on by to horny gorgeous, half naked women. The three start kissing and the scene fades out. Doz\. the cameras open up in a café where Arias VanPeirce is sitting at a table for two with a coffee cup in front of him when the Constable came walking up to his table with a file folder. He smiles and sits down.“Mr. VanPeirce.” “Mr. Greene.” “I bet you‘re wondering why I called you.” “I am.” “Well…” “Why do you have my brothers file.” Arias asked and pulled the file over to himself. “Well…” “What the fuck is this man?” “Arias.” “You’re a piece of shit you know that.” “We think your brother was murdered.” “Bull shit. He died in a plane crash.” “That was caused by and explosion under his seat.” “Fuck you.” Arias yelled and started to storm out. “Arias. This has more to do with you then you know.” “Why?” “You are the prime suspect.” Arias stopped dead and the scene fades out. Tres\. The cameras reopen with Arias VanPeirce sitting on the roof top of his own apartment building. Melissa is sitting beside him leaning on his shoulder as the moon rises over the skyscrapers the two start talking like old times. “Sweety, I need to tell you something.” “What? Your not cool with Sam and I?” “No. I love both of you.” “Then what?” “Well, you know my brother Tony.” “The one that died in the plane crash.” “Yeah. Well they seem to think I killed him.” “They?” “The cops.” They both went quite. Arias dropped his head and sighed. “I was just finally putting it behind me and now this.” “Its ok baby.” “I hope it will be.” “Come on. I bet Sam and I could ease that pain.” “Yeah.” They both get up and walk down the stair to arias‘s new VIP apartment. There is a note posted to the door. Arias smiles and grabs it off the door. It says Arias VanPeirce you Are God! The three of them laugh about it when they go inside as Sam joins them. Sam then starts to kiss Arias and pushes him down on the couch pulling off his wife beater and taking off her own shirt as Melissa starts to run her hands up Sam‘s soft legs and starts to group her skirt as the cameras fade out. Match talk Well look at what we got ourselves here A good old battle royal eh? So lets just jump right into this and start with one person who I think is a real piece of shit. Lets start with Steven Jones. The neglected bitch. This guy is a fucking joke. The IC champion who isn’t really a champion. He is a worthless piece of shit who seems to think he is a champion but when confronted with a real fight he ran like a dog with his tail between his legs. He was beating up on a man that gave him a fight to prove that he was the best. After he got DQed to keep his title he decided that it wasn’t enough just to sit back and take the win. Oh no. Not our great champion. Nope. He deicide that anyone that might even be a challenge to him has to be eliminated. Guess what Champ. I’m coming for you. You can’t eliminate me asshole. No matter what happens in this match I will make it my goal, win or lose to make sure you don’t walk out with the win. Even if it means that I have to sacrifice myself for it. So be it. Next on my hit list would have to be this stupid chick that seems to think she can wrestle but really everyone know that she is just a freak. The puppet mistress is nothing but a tool. Hence the strings. I got an Idea for you herpes infested cum bubble. Why don’t you go sit in a corner and cut your wrists like a good little emo kid. Oh and remember up the street not across it you crazy bitch. Matt Arcara who the fuck are you? Another punk ass bitch that seems to think he is gods gift to wrestling and yet another conceded asshole who needs to be put in his place. You think your so fucking good don’t you, you stupid fuck. Your just like every other fuck who thinks of himself before his fans. The fans make everyone of us. You dropped the fans and now your nothing but a shell of a man who continues to tell himself that he is good. We all know the true we see it in the ring, your slipping. We see that you are losing your touch, not believing what you say, just ploughing through life one match at a time. Unlike some people, I catch this shit. You better just hope that you don’t slip in front of me, cause I will kick you in the face and knock your ass clean out. Call me an asshole I don’t care its true really it is. Juston Frost. A promising young kid with a good shot in this match. Sorry that I have to kill your dreams kid, but this is my match. Now you might go on saying that I’m conceded and that I should reap what sow. You ight be right but come this pay per view you will find out just what its like to be standing in the ring one on one with the greatest thing to step into a wrestling ring since hulk fucking Hogan. So before you start running your mouth, stop, rethink and shut the fuck up. Do or Die. Nice name I guess that’s your way of life eh? You do it or you die trying. You sir are a fucking fool. You don’t die if you lose it. You die when you give up on yourself and give up on the way this shit goes. Those where kind words you had to say about me and I am glad that you feel for me and my bike accident. Funny thing is that should your ankle lock find that ankle. My other foot will be waiting to kick that stupid fucking grin off your face when you think you got me beat. Sorry big guy that’s just how it is. Johnny Aggression is nothing fuck a fucking to so do I really have to say much about him. Alexia The goddess in the flesh eh? Fnally we meet and yet there are so many other people in this match its not really worth it is it. I know you wanted your one on one time with me I mean hell who doesn’t but really alexia I’m gonna feel really bad kicking your ass with this many other people in the match. I already feel kinda bad that I am doing what you do to most of your opponents and giving you a verbal bitch slap. I do kinda take pleasure in it just a bit. I mean , how many people have the balls or the guts to give alexia a peace of her own medicine. As we all got to see last week cock is not that only thing that alexia chokes on. I mean she had A chance to be the worlds champion and she choked. I guess its ok though I mean you can’t really have to much trouble getting titles shots with your legs around your head now can you. You want to try and fuck with me bitch. Bring your best and I’ll fucking slap you back to the place you should be. I know its not normal for you to be on the bottom but that’s where you gonna be. Sorry. No I’m not really. You fuck with me And you will see That I’M AVP. And I’m cooler the Extacy. »Back