Russian Roulette - Anarky vs. Beau Michaels
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ohhhh yessssss
(A jockstrap twirls on the fingertip of Beau Michaels. The camera focuses on the scene as the sweat stained piece of cloth slowly comes to a stop, resting over his hand. His eyes never leave it.)
"It still smells as good as it did right after Day One of WrestleSTOCK."
(Michaels brings it to his nose and inhales deeply.)
"Truly a testament to Joey Melton's ... mmm .. resilience."
(Michaels peers over the top of the jockstrap into the camera. The light bounces off his eyes giving them a sparkle effect.)
"Tell me, Anarky. Are you resilient? Can you hang with the big boys.. all .. night .. long?"
(Michaels drops the jockstrap out of view and uses his free hand to wipe the drool that formed in the corner of his mouth.)
"I'm sure you're hung pretty well..."
(Oops! More drool.)
"I guess I'll find out at Russian Roulette... but let me tell you something, Anarky... from what I've seen of you..."
(Michaels lifts the jockstrap back into view holding it in front of the camera.)
"And from what my spidey-senses tell me ... you're just not man enough to fill Joey Melton's jockstrap."
(He looks at the front pouch and licks his teeth.)
"Lucky for you, however, my ass doesn't discriminate..."
(Quick wink.)
"Oooooo... just thinking about our match is giving me goosebumps... after watching you manhandle Beast like you did. Tossing him into stuff as if he were your little ragdoll.."
(Michaels closes his eyes and lets out a little moan.)
"I've had Beast. In a cage. Like the primal animal he is... and if you can do that to him!!... well ..."
(Michaels purses his lips, drops his chin and gives his best "f*ck me hard" look.)
"Just don't disappoint me, Anarky. Bring your gAy-game; your very best."
(Michaels smiles.)
"Ask your master... that muscled sex on legs himself... he knew how to give it to me good..."
(Bite.)
"Reaaaal good...."
(Mmmmm...)
"And he tries to be so coy about it, too. He plays that "big bad booty daddy" role so well, doesn't he? That master of seduction... talking dirty .. telling me what he's going to do to me if I ever step into the ring with him again...."
(Michaels raises his eyebrows.)
"He's just itching to turn me on."
(The jockstrap makes its reappearance, back on the finger of Michaels and being twirled once more.)
"But it's your gun I'm going to playing with at Russian Roulette.."
(Michaels uses his free hand to make a fake gun...)
"Your trigger I'm going to be fondling..."
(Michaels moves his thumb down and up.)
"Watching as you shoot one blank .. after another..."
(Michaels bites his bottom lip and shuts his eyes...)
"Until that lucky pull ... where you shoot ... all .. over me."
(Heavy breathing. He opens his eyes, and looks at the camera lustily.)
"Don't worry, Anarky ..."
(Michaels puts the jockstrap down the front of his pants.)
"I reciprocate."
(Fadeout as Michaels flicks his tongue up and down at the camera.)
(A jockstrap twirls on the fingertip of Beau Michaels. The camera focuses on the scene as the sweat stained piece of cloth slowly comes to a stop, resting over his hand. His eyes never leave it.)
"It still smells as good as it did right after Day One of WrestleSTOCK."
(Michaels brings it to his nose and inhales deeply.)
"Truly a testament to Joey Melton's ... mmm .. resilience."
(Michaels peers over the top of the jockstrap into the camera. The light bounces off his eyes giving them a sparkle effect.)
"Tell me, Anarky. Are you resilient? Can you hang with the big boys.. all .. night .. long?"
(Michaels drops the jockstrap out of view and uses his free hand to wipe the drool that formed in the corner of his mouth.)
"I'm sure you're hung pretty well..."
(Oops! More drool.)
"I guess I'll find out at Russian Roulette... but let me tell you something, Anarky... from what I've seen of you..."
(Michaels lifts the jockstrap back into view holding it in front of the camera.)
"And from what my spidey-senses tell me ... you're just not man enough to fill Joey Melton's jockstrap."
(He looks at the front pouch and licks his teeth.)
"Lucky for you, however, my ass doesn't discriminate..."
(Quick wink.)
"Oooooo... just thinking about our match is giving me goosebumps... after watching you manhandle Beast like you did. Tossing him into stuff as if he were your little ragdoll.."
(Michaels closes his eyes and lets out a little moan.)
"I've had Beast. In a cage. Like the primal animal he is... and if you can do that to him!!... well ..."
(Michaels purses his lips, drops his chin and gives his best "f*ck me hard" look.)
"Just don't disappoint me, Anarky. Bring your gAy-game; your very best."
(Michaels smiles.)
"Ask your master... that muscled sex on legs himself... he knew how to give it to me good..."
(Bite.)
"Reaaaal good...."
(Mmmmm...)
"And he tries to be so coy about it, too. He plays that "big bad booty daddy" role so well, doesn't he? That master of seduction... talking dirty .. telling me what he's going to do to me if I ever step into the ring with him again...."
(Michaels raises his eyebrows.)
"He's just itching to turn me on."
(The jockstrap makes its reappearance, back on the finger of Michaels and being twirled once more.)
"But it's your gun I'm going to playing with at Russian Roulette.."
(Michaels uses his free hand to make a fake gun...)
"Your trigger I'm going to be fondling..."
(Michaels moves his thumb down and up.)
"Watching as you shoot one blank .. after another..."
(Michaels bites his bottom lip and shuts his eyes...)
"Until that lucky pull ... where you shoot ... all .. over me."
(Heavy breathing. He opens his eyes, and looks at the camera lustily.)
"Don't worry, Anarky ..."
(Michaels puts the jockstrap down the front of his pants.)
"I reciprocate."
(Fadeout as Michaels flicks his tongue up and down at the camera.)
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Bullet
(FADIEN to the extravagant office of the Chairman of EPW, Anarky. He's sitting behind an enormous oak desk and he's wearing a Mars Volta t-shirt and jeans. His legs are up on the chair and a big fat Cuban sits in his mouth as he puffs away and blows out smoke rings. Some lacerations and bruises are still visible from his encounter with Beast.)
ANARKY: "Oh yes... I must say, sometimes it's good to be King. Or Prince. Or whatever the f*ck they give me on a platter.
"I guess this time, they give me you, Beau.
"In a big red bow all cheery and happy and... oh... how touching.
"Tell me, Beau, what, exactly, does being extremely bisexual entail? F*cking someone while you're riding a dirtbike and wailin' down some Mountain Dew, brother?! WOOO HOOO EXTREEEEEME TO THE MAAAAAAAX."
(He takes a long puff on his cigarette and smiles, apparently calm.)
ANARKY: "You'll have to excuse me, Beau, I get a little excited any time someone just GIVES ME something like this.
"I mean, here I got a guy who not only thinks I give a f*ck who he f*cks, but apparently is significantly more concerned with making sweet whoopee to me than worried about not getting his teeth kicked in.
"Surely, you are f*cking kidding me. I mean, is this a joke? April Fool's? Is it really going to be that easy?
"Now surely in the gay community, someone of your muscular tone can pull off the role of serial molester quite well, but honestly, I don't see it happening.
"If you want, you can cop a feel right before you taste the Chaos Breaker. I mean, if that's really all you came for... if you really can't afford a male or female whore... if you're so f*cking desperate for a f*ck that you'll just sit there and take it like a b*tch because that's how you get your rocks off...
"... hey, I'm not one to judge.
"But I guess we're both going to enjoy this.
"Unfortunately, your medical bills, I fear, are going to be significantly higher. And, as Chairman of EPW, I regret to inform you that you are already dangerously close to the limit that our HMO will allow, so if I were you...
"... I would seriously reconsider my options here.
"Truth is, Beau... gay... straight... half-gay... makes no f*cking difference to me.
"I guess, in a way, we're the same, you and I... we're both going to savor this moment and relish in it... in the violation and malice of it...
"... oh yes, Beau. I know you want a taste.
"And I want to give it to you.
"You can feel everything I've been begging to give you... because you are a f*cking disgrace... a joke.
"A movie of the week about the dangers of Rainbow Parties to scare parents into tightening the leashes on their children...
"... you can't f*cking touch me, Beau. Because you don't f*cking see me.
"You only see what you want to see. A sexual object. Satisfaction.
"But I am everything you are not. And it's sad, then, that our meeting will be in a competition of fighting, and not gay lovemaking. Because I am sure I pale in comparison in that world, Beau, i'll give you that.
"But in that ring? You're in my world. Playing by my rules. My game.
"My league.
"And you? You're my little f*ck doll. But I don't penetrate, Beau. I am not here to satisfy you.
"I am here to teach you the lessons I've learned. The wars I've waged. The dreams I've consumed.
"Each day is a new lesson, Beau, and I'm going to give you a free one right now.
"When you want to f*ck somebody, Beau... someone like me...
"... make sure you're playing your game...
"... not mine."
(FADEOUT.)
(FADIEN to the extravagant office of the Chairman of EPW, Anarky. He's sitting behind an enormous oak desk and he's wearing a Mars Volta t-shirt and jeans. His legs are up on the chair and a big fat Cuban sits in his mouth as he puffs away and blows out smoke rings. Some lacerations and bruises are still visible from his encounter with Beast.)
ANARKY: "Oh yes... I must say, sometimes it's good to be King. Or Prince. Or whatever the f*ck they give me on a platter.
"I guess this time, they give me you, Beau.
"In a big red bow all cheery and happy and... oh... how touching.
"Tell me, Beau, what, exactly, does being extremely bisexual entail? F*cking someone while you're riding a dirtbike and wailin' down some Mountain Dew, brother?! WOOO HOOO EXTREEEEEME TO THE MAAAAAAAX."
(He takes a long puff on his cigarette and smiles, apparently calm.)
ANARKY: "You'll have to excuse me, Beau, I get a little excited any time someone just GIVES ME something like this.
"I mean, here I got a guy who not only thinks I give a f*ck who he f*cks, but apparently is significantly more concerned with making sweet whoopee to me than worried about not getting his teeth kicked in.
"Surely, you are f*cking kidding me. I mean, is this a joke? April Fool's? Is it really going to be that easy?
"Now surely in the gay community, someone of your muscular tone can pull off the role of serial molester quite well, but honestly, I don't see it happening.
"If you want, you can cop a feel right before you taste the Chaos Breaker. I mean, if that's really all you came for... if you really can't afford a male or female whore... if you're so f*cking desperate for a f*ck that you'll just sit there and take it like a b*tch because that's how you get your rocks off...
"... hey, I'm not one to judge.
"But I guess we're both going to enjoy this.
"Unfortunately, your medical bills, I fear, are going to be significantly higher. And, as Chairman of EPW, I regret to inform you that you are already dangerously close to the limit that our HMO will allow, so if I were you...
"... I would seriously reconsider my options here.
"Truth is, Beau... gay... straight... half-gay... makes no f*cking difference to me.
"I guess, in a way, we're the same, you and I... we're both going to savor this moment and relish in it... in the violation and malice of it...
"... oh yes, Beau. I know you want a taste.
"And I want to give it to you.
"You can feel everything I've been begging to give you... because you are a f*cking disgrace... a joke.
"A movie of the week about the dangers of Rainbow Parties to scare parents into tightening the leashes on their children...
"... you can't f*cking touch me, Beau. Because you don't f*cking see me.
"You only see what you want to see. A sexual object. Satisfaction.
"But I am everything you are not. And it's sad, then, that our meeting will be in a competition of fighting, and not gay lovemaking. Because I am sure I pale in comparison in that world, Beau, i'll give you that.
"But in that ring? You're in my world. Playing by my rules. My game.
"My league.
"And you? You're my little f*ck doll. But I don't penetrate, Beau. I am not here to satisfy you.
"I am here to teach you the lessons I've learned. The wars I've waged. The dreams I've consumed.
"Each day is a new lesson, Beau, and I'm going to give you a free one right now.
"When you want to f*ck somebody, Beau... someone like me...
"... make sure you're playing your game...
"... not mine."
(FADEOUT.)
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Use Me For a Leash Video!!!!
"You like a big juicy cigar in between your lips, don't you?"
(Beau Michaels stands with his back to the camera..)
"Don't we all have some sort of ... mmm ... oral fixation?"
(The camera pulls back and reveals Michaels standing their ass naked... well .. he's wearing a jockstrap. THE jockstrap.)
"You satisfy it with cigars.. I'll quench that thirst ... with you."
(Michaels turns and faces the camera, his hair stuck to his forehead thanks to the sweat that is running down his temples.. two young men walk into the shot; one drying himself ... no, wait .. wiping something off his chest ... the other holding a hand towel filled with ice to his head, trying to cool himself down. Michaels looks down at their genitalia ... and smiles.)
"I need to get that trial run in before I take a ride on the Melton Express .. or as I like to call it .. the MAMMOTH Express.. mmmm ..."
(He looks down at the front of the jockstrap and cups it.)
"This is going to be even more fun than I fantasized about. I can see the fire burning in your eyes ... I can hear the sex in your voice ... and I can ... ohhhhhh .. I can just feeeeel the tightening of your muscle in your pants .. aching to break free."
(Michaels lets out a deep breath.)
"You have mighty big .... shoes to fill, Anarky.. Not even the Asshole Buster himself could satisfy Beau Michaels .. although (he brings his fingers to his mouth before licking the tips) Dan knows that I'd always give him a second .. third .. fourth chance to roll around in the sack.."
(Michaels beckons the two young men over to him and they do so. Michaels pushes their heads to the jockstrap. One tries to lick, but Michaels wags his finger no.)
"No, no. Just soak it up."
(He looks back up at the camera.)
"Soak it up. For once, Anarky, let this match bury itself inside you. Open your mind. The best advice I ever received was to open it wide.... (Michaels shrugs) and granted the guy was referring to my asscheeks ... but it can be applied in this situation to your mind... Let me in, Anarky. I can show you a good .... mmmmm .... GREAT time."
(The camera focuses on Michaels' face.. he leans his head back and laughs.)
"You don't know real pleasure until you've felt the warmth of another man's loins on your skin..."
(Michaels brings his head back down and wipes the sweat from his brow..)
"It's 98.6 degrees .... inside your mouth."
(Michaels opens his mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. His eyes roll back a little before he glances down at something out of the view of the camera.)
"You're not immune, Anarky... everyone ends up, sooner or later, grabbing onto the bedposts of Beau Michaels.. I want to taste your Chaos Breaker, Anarky. I want to feel it drizzle down the back of my throat. Because while your twitching and moaning and feeling a little bit of ecstasy ... I've already made my move. Gayme. Set. Match."
(Michaels breathing picks up.. and his eyes keep shutting, staying closed for longer and longer periods of time before opening.)
"I'll get my ...... mmmmmmm.... satisfaction. And come hell or high water, I'll get my penetration, too... because once you step into the ring with Beau Michaels ... once you realize just how good I can make it feel ... (he reaches down ... all of a sudden the jockstrap is in his hand!) you'll give me a blank check to take to the hospital."
(Michaels places on hand on the doorframe to steady himself as the other smothers the jockstrap hard against Michaels' nose. He continues, although somewhat muted by the jockstrap.)
"And if you ever had (unintelligible) ... (unintelligible) in the ass so hard that you'll never want to pull (unintelligible) ... Rip my tights down to around my knees and bend me over the bottom rope before you jam your (unintelligible) .... into me that it comes out my mouth..... mmmmmm .... (unintelligible) yea ... F(unintelligible) so hard ...."
(Michaels' knuckles on his hand holding the doorway begin to turn white as he grasps it hard. He buries his face deeper into the jockstrap as we hear a muted moan.)
"(unintelligible)....."
(Silence. The color slowly returns to his knuckles as he releases the door frame. Michaels lifts the jockstrap from his face and uses it to wipe the sweat off his forehead.)
"..."
(The two young men from earlier slowly come from the bottom of the screen. One of them wipes something from his mouth before sticking his finger in his mouth to finish it off.)
"Mmmm..."
(Michaels grabs them and pulls them into his chest, caressing one with his free hand, and the other w/ Joey Melton's used .. and apparently abused, jockstrap.)
"Copping a feel isn't the only thing I come for, Anarky..."
(Michaels uses his hand to wipe a little ... leftover ... off the lip of the young man to his right.)
"But it certainly does help."
(Fadetoblack)
"You like a big juicy cigar in between your lips, don't you?"
(Beau Michaels stands with his back to the camera..)
"Don't we all have some sort of ... mmm ... oral fixation?"
(The camera pulls back and reveals Michaels standing their ass naked... well .. he's wearing a jockstrap. THE jockstrap.)
"You satisfy it with cigars.. I'll quench that thirst ... with you."
(Michaels turns and faces the camera, his hair stuck to his forehead thanks to the sweat that is running down his temples.. two young men walk into the shot; one drying himself ... no, wait .. wiping something off his chest ... the other holding a hand towel filled with ice to his head, trying to cool himself down. Michaels looks down at their genitalia ... and smiles.)
"I need to get that trial run in before I take a ride on the Melton Express .. or as I like to call it .. the MAMMOTH Express.. mmmm ..."
(He looks down at the front of the jockstrap and cups it.)
"This is going to be even more fun than I fantasized about. I can see the fire burning in your eyes ... I can hear the sex in your voice ... and I can ... ohhhhhh .. I can just feeeeel the tightening of your muscle in your pants .. aching to break free."
(Michaels lets out a deep breath.)
"You have mighty big .... shoes to fill, Anarky.. Not even the Asshole Buster himself could satisfy Beau Michaels .. although (he brings his fingers to his mouth before licking the tips) Dan knows that I'd always give him a second .. third .. fourth chance to roll around in the sack.."
(Michaels beckons the two young men over to him and they do so. Michaels pushes their heads to the jockstrap. One tries to lick, but Michaels wags his finger no.)
"No, no. Just soak it up."
(He looks back up at the camera.)
"Soak it up. For once, Anarky, let this match bury itself inside you. Open your mind. The best advice I ever received was to open it wide.... (Michaels shrugs) and granted the guy was referring to my asscheeks ... but it can be applied in this situation to your mind... Let me in, Anarky. I can show you a good .... mmmmm .... GREAT time."
(The camera focuses on Michaels' face.. he leans his head back and laughs.)
"You don't know real pleasure until you've felt the warmth of another man's loins on your skin..."
(Michaels brings his head back down and wipes the sweat from his brow..)
"It's 98.6 degrees .... inside your mouth."
(Michaels opens his mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out. His eyes roll back a little before he glances down at something out of the view of the camera.)
"You're not immune, Anarky... everyone ends up, sooner or later, grabbing onto the bedposts of Beau Michaels.. I want to taste your Chaos Breaker, Anarky. I want to feel it drizzle down the back of my throat. Because while your twitching and moaning and feeling a little bit of ecstasy ... I've already made my move. Gayme. Set. Match."
(Michaels breathing picks up.. and his eyes keep shutting, staying closed for longer and longer periods of time before opening.)
"I'll get my ...... mmmmmmm.... satisfaction. And come hell or high water, I'll get my penetration, too... because once you step into the ring with Beau Michaels ... once you realize just how good I can make it feel ... (he reaches down ... all of a sudden the jockstrap is in his hand!) you'll give me a blank check to take to the hospital."
(Michaels places on hand on the doorframe to steady himself as the other smothers the jockstrap hard against Michaels' nose. He continues, although somewhat muted by the jockstrap.)
"And if you ever had (unintelligible) ... (unintelligible) in the ass so hard that you'll never want to pull (unintelligible) ... Rip my tights down to around my knees and bend me over the bottom rope before you jam your (unintelligible) .... into me that it comes out my mouth..... mmmmmm .... (unintelligible) yea ... F(unintelligible) so hard ...."
(Michaels' knuckles on his hand holding the doorway begin to turn white as he grasps it hard. He buries his face deeper into the jockstrap as we hear a muted moan.)
"(unintelligible)....."
(Silence. The color slowly returns to his knuckles as he releases the door frame. Michaels lifts the jockstrap from his face and uses it to wipe the sweat off his forehead.)
"..."
(The two young men from earlier slowly come from the bottom of the screen. One of them wipes something from his mouth before sticking his finger in his mouth to finish it off.)
"Mmmm..."
(Michaels grabs them and pulls them into his chest, caressing one with his free hand, and the other w/ Joey Melton's used .. and apparently abused, jockstrap.)
"Copping a feel isn't the only thing I come for, Anarky..."
(Michaels uses his hand to wipe a little ... leftover ... off the lip of the young man to his right.)
"But it certainly does help."
(Fadetoblack)