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Yume Hime vs. Aerosol w/ Manager: Meru
Through the many seasons, fiery blazing sun and frozen footpaths, overtime, one place had stood bigger than anywhere else. Final Fantasy Republic!. The drama, fuelling it to proceed to the next stage; celebrity deathmatch! The Venus Club saw the everlasting feud of Hime and Meru, and as the title says, aerosolistehsecks!
Prior The Deathmatch
“Oh my, that’s lovely.”, our republic warrior, Aerosol says. “Your juice is so warm and sticky, baby.” Little did the administrator of global intarnetz know, his imagination had taken him into a kingdom of sexual intercourse, but his woman was stood behind him, arms folded, rather confused. “What the hell are you doing, Aerosol? There’s two minutes before your fight with that English whore!”. It was true; spilt blobs from a nasty few days of being ‘in season’ where on the toilet seat, and were know flowing around the mouth of Aerosol, who finally came to his senses. “Argh! Yume Hime’s blood! How disgusting!”. However hypocritical the man was, it was time. “C’mon, let’s go!”
Backstage
The two of Meru and Aerosol made their way out of the toilets and into the corridor. Groaning noises!? Oh wherever where they coming from at this time? A computer? Yes. Sunshine was going at it, rapidly pumping his penis over fake Megan pictures! It wasn’t pretty. Moving on, the two encountered a small Australian, sat in a bin. It was Cesium! Aerosol was the first to make a remark. “What the hell are you doing in there?”, “FREEZE! STFU POLICE!” was the reply our hero got, who was dragged by Meru further onwards, only to be blinded by crazy flashes. In a full length mirror, ECCENTRICHOCOBO was taking pictures of herself. This time, it was Meru interested in questioning her. “What are doing, Kirstin?”. A look of disgust was first fired back from her royal highness. “I need to look perfect for some nerdy FF site! I like having spotty ****s cream their pants over me. It’s great, especially that Lennon Legend! I have him round my little finger!”.
Commentator 1: I know it’s not air time, but what the hell. Who gives a ****ing ****?
Commentator 2: Ugh. I think I’ve blown my load!
Commentator 1: You’ve fell into her trap too?
Commentator 2: No! Check it out!
The two had moved on furthermore, this time seeing Viskage The Troll! He was a real thug! He had put that hippie Newcastle hat on, and had managed to stick some pubes on his face. So manly! His tiny nipples also weren’t all that interesting either. But what the hell, he was too busy e-flirting with Asian whores to even notice that big bad wolf and his ***** walk by. And to the ring they head, only to be run into by a familiar face! S. Leonhart! “AEROSOL! Please please please please! I made a club! I try too hard! Please! Please! Don’t let FFR die!”, a vagina caused blood red mouth of Aerosol replies, “What the **** do you want? A username change as well? ****.” With that, Aerosol and Meru enter the grand stage, where Yume Hime is in the ring already awaiting. They run down and Aerosol slides into the ring!
The Fight
Commentator 1: Let’s gooooo!
Aerosol is quick to run at Yume Hime, who simply gets on her knees and pulls down the pants of the likely to be future Republic King! Nobody ever predicted a comical show! Aerosol and his tiny prize possession!
Commentator 2: I was expecting it to be big!
Commentator 1: Why’s that?
Commentator 2: Usually nigga dicks are hugggge! I mean, how did he pull all of those white whores from the damn picture thread?
Commentator 1: He’s a master of using Adobe!
Commentator 2: Ahhh! It’s all so clear to me now!
Yume Hime is quick to grapple the cherry-tomato like sack and yank it. Immediate erection. Meru is quick to run in and blow the man, whilst Hime is quick to blow the man over with a hard sweet shot to the nose! Splodge! Splurt! Baby Making Material! Meru flies through the air and out through the roof! Man, that man has been holding that back for some while! Hime, scared to pin the ugly bastard decides to leave the ring and go and get her trusty cart of toys! Out comes the chainsaw! Brum! Brum! The television dude writing this is now bored, and doesn’t want to continue pissing everyone off, and so Aerosol makes an uber cool pokemon like tackle out of nowhere and then chainsaws her breasts off! Holy ****! She’s quick to endure the pain, because they’re probably big bags of plastic ****. They’re now both standing, and so bang, Aerosol cuts off her head! It’s over!
WINNER: Aerosol
Commentator 1: Thanks for watching, I’m Jak.
Commentator 2: And I’m Darkness Seeker. We’re the best of friends!
Jak: Let’s go to my scouse house where I have 50 wheelie bins and have bumsex! |
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