Post by Todd Williams on Jun 23, 2013 22:34:23 GMT
{The scene comes into focus in the upstate New York home of the Famularos. It is there where we are able to see Jennifer sitting down on the couch shaking her head in disgust as she holds a cell phone up to her lips. She angrily throws it across the room and begins to fold her arms. It isn’t long before her father in law Gib walks onto the scene. Jenny angrily sighs as she speaks out loud to herself.}
Jenny: You have to be kidding me, I can’t believe this damn company. Really I appreciate the opportunity to have the chance to be in the heiress to the throne series but do I really have to be in this lingerie contest?! Why don’t they just give me another shot at Tara. I know I can beat that bitch... I know I have what it takes to bring gold around my waist...
{Gib looks at Jennifer as he opens his eyes in surprise. He can only smirk in return as he slowly walks over to her.}
Gib: Did I hear you correctly?! Did you say there was going to be a lingerie contest?
Jenny: Yes you heard me correctly... What’s the big deal about a contest...
{Gib just stands there as he offers a long sigh. He stares down into her eyes as he glances at her. His eyes meet with her’s as he seems a bit disgusted.}
Gib: What’s wrong is that they didn’t ask a real American hero to be at ringside for that match. How dare this company not ask Gibford Alucious Famularo to be a guest judge for this event. There is only one man who speaks manliness of living the AMURIKA lifestyle of having a couple of beers while showing off to the world how hairy his chest is and that man is me.
Jenny: Sounds good but it looks like Ace and Mike Machado are going to be judging this contest apparently...
Gib: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!
{Gib begins to yell at the top of his lungs and Jenny just sits there offering a long sigh as she stares back at him. She takes a long deep breath as she rises to her feet and begins to speak again.}
Jenny: And what the hell am I supposed to do?! I am a wrestler! I am not a God-Damn Lingerie model. I know they don’t really expect me to parade around everyone wearing an under garment. They honestly can’t be that serious. Regardless if the winner get’s a chance to be in the heir to the throne or not. I am not going to degrade myself into doing it...
{Gib thinks about it for a few moments but he suddenly grabs Jenny and stares deeply into her eyes.}
Gib: Actually you WILL do it!
Jenny: Excuse me?!
Gib: You heard me... So what if you have to maybe model in front of people. So what if you are going to proudly show off that black ass on television for the world to see. The fact is Jennifer you are a Famularo and no matter the circumstance you must always know how to go hard in the paint. Remember the Famularo grunt?! You must make sure you go HARD always... There’s is nothing soft about a Famularo. It’s always about being hard. Being like a rocking piston that goes back and forth. Now go out there and give the entire world what they want to see. Show them why you are a FAMULARO...
{Gib quickly gives Jennifer a good game as he pats her on the ass. She jumps up a bit as she stares back at him, rolling her eyes at him.}
Jenny: Umm if you say so...
Gib: No I know so, and remember Jenny in a lingerie contest less certainly is more... The less you wear the better chance you have at winning...
{Jennifer doesn’t like the sound of that but she just rolls her eyes giving her father in law a simple nodding of the head as we fade out on this image.}
So what do we have here?!
A Lingerie contest?! Are you kidding me right now?! Last week Portia, Tara, and myself were involved in one of the most epic triple threat elimination matches ever. We put the Diamonds division on the map... Correction I put the division on the mat Portia was just there and Tara clearly cheated to win that Ruby Championship which should be mine, but I guess I will settle on being apart of this special lingerie contest. It’s not about going out there and degrading myself to the point of almost wearing nothing that is really upsetting me.
It’s the fact that I don’t think any of the fucking ingrates or the fat asses who like to jerk off in front of a television even deserve to see someone who is just so physically beautiful as myself strutting across their television sets wearing almost nothing. But it is what it is and if I can win this contest I will have the chance to be apart of the Heiress to the throne series.
Since that is what is at stake in all of this, I guess I will proudly put on the finest garment known to man. It’s not for any fans but it’s for the fact that it is going to advance my career and that is the only reason that I am doing so. I know that many people on the roster would start to cry me a river over wearing nothing over not wrestling a match, but the way I see it who the hell cares?
This just gives me a chance to go out there and beat the rest of these dumb tramps in a contest they have no contest in competing with the likes of me in. None of these stupid sluts wouldn’t last with me inside a wrestling ring and they damn sure won’t last in the confines of a contest. I mean let’s take a look at some of the other entrants in this match. First and foremost we have Portia Roberts. A woman who should be renamed to Porky because the sight of her in lingerie gives me vibes of seeing Porky Pig trying to cross dress walking down a runway. Nobody wants to see that, and no one wants to see her wrestle either. Just last week I eliminated her from a battle royal and now she gets a chance at going for the heiress of the throne.. I don’t think so Portia...
No offense Portia but you really have no business in this contest let alone a ring. Just go away... Retire and please never come back.
Also there’s Alexis Morrison. Why is she honestly here? Has she honestly said anything yet or is she a waste of space that no one really knows about?
Ashley Mastrangelo I don’t know how I should feel about you. In one aspect you been here for a while but let’s get serious now. You lost to Tifa Heafy.... How the hell do you lose to a stupid teenage girl? Do you honestly think you have any of a chance at winning this contest at all.
Then there’s Kate Steele. The stupid little Emotional brat who is trying to balance between being a rockstar and an extremist wrestler. Newsflash Kate. It’s called it has been done before. You see Alysson Gardner? But I guess that is your style isn’t it Kate? Being a follower and not a leader. For that reason alone you deserve to be at the back at the pack. Just go away the copy can never be as good as the original.
Also there is Isabella insert whatever the hell her last name is. When I look at girls like you, Ashley, Kate, and Alexis you all are being handed this shot because you lost your original qualifier. Portia and I never got a chance to be in the damn heiress for the Thone qualifiers. You all have proven how incompetent you are as wrestlers by showcasing to the world how much losers you really are. So here you are with a second chance. Why receive a second chance when it’s a given that you all are nothing but failures?
Last but not least there is Amber Richards and not much is known about her and to be quite frank I really could care less about her. This contest only has room for one winner and it damn sure is going to be me.
It’s ok... You all can drool over me in Lingerie, I honestly don’t blame you...
I am a Famularo... Losing isn’t in my dictionary... See you all there ladies
Jenny: You have to be kidding me, I can’t believe this damn company. Really I appreciate the opportunity to have the chance to be in the heiress to the throne series but do I really have to be in this lingerie contest?! Why don’t they just give me another shot at Tara. I know I can beat that bitch... I know I have what it takes to bring gold around my waist...
{Gib looks at Jennifer as he opens his eyes in surprise. He can only smirk in return as he slowly walks over to her.}
Gib: Did I hear you correctly?! Did you say there was going to be a lingerie contest?
Jenny: Yes you heard me correctly... What’s the big deal about a contest...
{Gib just stands there as he offers a long sigh. He stares down into her eyes as he glances at her. His eyes meet with her’s as he seems a bit disgusted.}
Gib: What’s wrong is that they didn’t ask a real American hero to be at ringside for that match. How dare this company not ask Gibford Alucious Famularo to be a guest judge for this event. There is only one man who speaks manliness of living the AMURIKA lifestyle of having a couple of beers while showing off to the world how hairy his chest is and that man is me.
Jenny: Sounds good but it looks like Ace and Mike Machado are going to be judging this contest apparently...
Gib: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!
{Gib begins to yell at the top of his lungs and Jenny just sits there offering a long sigh as she stares back at him. She takes a long deep breath as she rises to her feet and begins to speak again.}
Jenny: And what the hell am I supposed to do?! I am a wrestler! I am not a God-Damn Lingerie model. I know they don’t really expect me to parade around everyone wearing an under garment. They honestly can’t be that serious. Regardless if the winner get’s a chance to be in the heir to the throne or not. I am not going to degrade myself into doing it...
{Gib thinks about it for a few moments but he suddenly grabs Jenny and stares deeply into her eyes.}
Gib: Actually you WILL do it!
Jenny: Excuse me?!
Gib: You heard me... So what if you have to maybe model in front of people. So what if you are going to proudly show off that black ass on television for the world to see. The fact is Jennifer you are a Famularo and no matter the circumstance you must always know how to go hard in the paint. Remember the Famularo grunt?! You must make sure you go HARD always... There’s is nothing soft about a Famularo. It’s always about being hard. Being like a rocking piston that goes back and forth. Now go out there and give the entire world what they want to see. Show them why you are a FAMULARO...
{Gib quickly gives Jennifer a good game as he pats her on the ass. She jumps up a bit as she stares back at him, rolling her eyes at him.}
Jenny: Umm if you say so...
Gib: No I know so, and remember Jenny in a lingerie contest less certainly is more... The less you wear the better chance you have at winning...
{Jennifer doesn’t like the sound of that but she just rolls her eyes giving her father in law a simple nodding of the head as we fade out on this image.}
So what do we have here?!
A Lingerie contest?! Are you kidding me right now?! Last week Portia, Tara, and myself were involved in one of the most epic triple threat elimination matches ever. We put the Diamonds division on the map... Correction I put the division on the mat Portia was just there and Tara clearly cheated to win that Ruby Championship which should be mine, but I guess I will settle on being apart of this special lingerie contest. It’s not about going out there and degrading myself to the point of almost wearing nothing that is really upsetting me.
It’s the fact that I don’t think any of the fucking ingrates or the fat asses who like to jerk off in front of a television even deserve to see someone who is just so physically beautiful as myself strutting across their television sets wearing almost nothing. But it is what it is and if I can win this contest I will have the chance to be apart of the Heiress to the throne series.
Since that is what is at stake in all of this, I guess I will proudly put on the finest garment known to man. It’s not for any fans but it’s for the fact that it is going to advance my career and that is the only reason that I am doing so. I know that many people on the roster would start to cry me a river over wearing nothing over not wrestling a match, but the way I see it who the hell cares?
This just gives me a chance to go out there and beat the rest of these dumb tramps in a contest they have no contest in competing with the likes of me in. None of these stupid sluts wouldn’t last with me inside a wrestling ring and they damn sure won’t last in the confines of a contest. I mean let’s take a look at some of the other entrants in this match. First and foremost we have Portia Roberts. A woman who should be renamed to Porky because the sight of her in lingerie gives me vibes of seeing Porky Pig trying to cross dress walking down a runway. Nobody wants to see that, and no one wants to see her wrestle either. Just last week I eliminated her from a battle royal and now she gets a chance at going for the heiress of the throne.. I don’t think so Portia...
No offense Portia but you really have no business in this contest let alone a ring. Just go away... Retire and please never come back.
Also there’s Alexis Morrison. Why is she honestly here? Has she honestly said anything yet or is she a waste of space that no one really knows about?
Ashley Mastrangelo I don’t know how I should feel about you. In one aspect you been here for a while but let’s get serious now. You lost to Tifa Heafy.... How the hell do you lose to a stupid teenage girl? Do you honestly think you have any of a chance at winning this contest at all.
Then there’s Kate Steele. The stupid little Emotional brat who is trying to balance between being a rockstar and an extremist wrestler. Newsflash Kate. It’s called it has been done before. You see Alysson Gardner? But I guess that is your style isn’t it Kate? Being a follower and not a leader. For that reason alone you deserve to be at the back at the pack. Just go away the copy can never be as good as the original.
Also there is Isabella insert whatever the hell her last name is. When I look at girls like you, Ashley, Kate, and Alexis you all are being handed this shot because you lost your original qualifier. Portia and I never got a chance to be in the damn heiress for the Thone qualifiers. You all have proven how incompetent you are as wrestlers by showcasing to the world how much losers you really are. So here you are with a second chance. Why receive a second chance when it’s a given that you all are nothing but failures?
Last but not least there is Amber Richards and not much is known about her and to be quite frank I really could care less about her. This contest only has room for one winner and it damn sure is going to be me.
It’s ok... You all can drool over me in Lingerie, I honestly don’t blame you...
I am a Famularo... Losing isn’t in my dictionary... See you all there ladies
Well howdy there pardner.