Secret Agent 0 Report post Posted February 18, 2004 Las Vegas, Nevada. MGM Grand Hotel and Casino. The sounds of roulette wheels spinning, cards shuffling and old people hustling fill the air. People from all walks of life come to try and make their fortunes on the nickel and dime slots or blackjack tables. One or two out of five hundred-thousand might actually succeed, while others go home with nothing more than lint in their pockets. There are some however, that don’t seem to ever spend a dime. Instead they come to mingle with all the women scattered across the casino, while sipping on drink after drink of the Casino’s finest watered down beverages. “Psst! Pedro,” whispers Morgan, one of the casino’s voluptuous scantily-clad waitresses, “I think you might need to make this drink a little stronger, that man over there is so tight he could back into a wall and suck out a brick!” “Ah, yes,” Pedro replies, “that’s one of our regulars. He usually doesn’t spend much and when he does… he normally wins. *sigh* Week after week, I make all these drinks, and the only ones who get drunk are the women who surround him! I mean come on… what does that guy have that I don’t, and get a load of this… they call him… ” “Johnny Dangerous~!” “Oh,” says Morgan, nearly breathless, “Well, I think I’m getting drunk just staring into his eyes!” “Hush your mouth, little girlie… here take this drink to that other guy next to him with the braids, we’ll get at least one of them!” ********** “Damn! Dat’s too close!” Twenty five feet away, Dominic LeCroix – better known as the Wildchild – sits at a dollar slot machine plugging all of his partner Johnny Dangerous’ coins away, while Johnny himself stands nearby doing his best to hustle some beauties out of their panties. “Ey, Johnny!” calls Dominic after pumping the last dollar into the machine, “We need some more coins over ‘ere... if this trip is really going to be entirely on you that is.” “Excuse me, ladies,” Johnny politely says as he reaches into his pocket, but before he can, Heather, one of the Gold Diggers enchanted by the Barracuda, steps forward and unloads her coin purse in the nice little tray next to Dominic. “There you go, sweetie, that’s for having such a cute little accent!” Dominic shrugs, then takes one of the coins and inserts it into the machine. He pulls the lever and away we go! He watches the machine spin as he reaches down for his drink just as Morgan snatches his empty glass and replaces it with a nice full to the brim Long Island Ice Tea, showing some serious cleavage as she bends down, enticing the Bahama Bomber as he just simply can’t help but to take a quick glance of her D-Cup… I mean come on! It’s right there, you have to look! Not even good ol’ Dub Cee is immune to partaking in such pleasures! Ah, life is definitely nice for the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation Tag Team Champions! Even Wildchild who normally never drinks, indulges this fine Wednesday morning, and Johnny Dangerous is at home with the ladies slowly working their panties down to their ankles. WHEN SUDDENLY… ... “Johnny! Johnny Dangerous!” Johnny abruptly spins around to the source of this familiar voice and is surprised to find resident SWF Journalist Ben Hardy, along with cameraman Gus, directly behind him. Johnny looks on rather… perplexed as he raises his brow, and the Bahama Bomber stands to his feet, curious to know why Ben Hardy of all people would have followed them to Las Vegas! “Ben, what in earth are you doing here?” asks Johnny, “And how did you guys get a camera in here... you know those aren’t allowed.” “Never mind that Johnny, we slipped a Mickey in the security guards’ drinks.” Ben responds, “We have something to show you... oh, and Wildchild’s here too! This is perfect!” “Hold on girls,” says Johnny, as he steps away from the women who deflate like a balloon, “let’s see what you got.” Ben opens his portable Sony DVDman and the image of Alan Clark sitting in his trailer comes on the screen. Wildchild squeezes in to watch as the scene begins. ****** Blah blah blah, I’m a former JL World Champion, like everyone else in this fed except for Xero! I’m Silent’s personal bitch on top of that too! Blah blah blah, my mom’s right boob is bigger than my Daddies left, my ass cheek has swelled to the size of my head, oh wait that is my head… sorry. My mouth is writing cheques that my ass can’t cash, and I haven’t had pussy since pussy had me! Blah blah blah! Here let me take this dick out of my mouth and say: Prepare to be rocked, WOOT~!, gay pride! Can somebody give me my shot of Ritilan, please? My tampon is in crooked and it’s got me all bunched up!! “RAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!” “Here that Johnny, RAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHH!!! I’m pulling the teeth from my jaw, and the hair from my scalp, I’m mad see! RAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHH!!!!” “The Lion King has nothing on me. RAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!!!” ****** “ … ” “ … ” “ … ” “ … ” “What… in the hell,” Johnny is simply appalled and Wildchild is… well aghast. “Can you believe da’ gall of dat’ guy,” says Wildchild, “that Wildride I gave him on Smarkdown must have caused some serious brain damage! Your not just going ta’ take all dat’ are you, Johnny?” “Of course I’m not, Dominic,” says Johnny, “Ben, I hope you guys came ready to record.” “That we did, Johnny.” Ben responds, “Gus, ready?” Gus nods and turns the light to his camera on, “Were on.” Johnny steps forward, removing his high-tech shades from his face which is dressed with a scowl. “Alan Clark…” he begins, “no apologies needed as I certainly won’t be apologizing to you after Storm for cracking your skull. I find it rather amusing though, that you would even be so bold as to make a single threat... being as how you have yet to do anything more than well… have your shit wrecked, as you so elegantly put it, since coming to the Smartmarks Wrestling Federation.” “You want to make threats because you’re mad about losing matches and getting punked out by Thugg!? Pfft, listen here, Alan. It didn’t matter if Thugg’s music had played or not, you would have got your ass pinned to the mat regardless.” Wildchild nods in agreement while cracking his knuckles as Johnny glances towards the Bahama Bomber, then turns his head back to the camera and continues. “The fact of the matter is this, Mr. Clark. I’m sorry you have problems with Thugg, but it will be the coldest damn day hell has ever seen before I let you make an example to anybody out of me! You don’t realize what tree you’ve barked up, son. Ask Va’aiga what it’s like to have your hands cuffed to the ring post and receive a Shooting Johnny Double Stomp to the chest! Ask Michael Craven what it’s like to be MI Slammed into the middle of the ring, or even C.I.A., or hell… ask Thugg what it’s like to go for a ride with me… he’ll know what I mean.” “The whole thing is simple, Alan, go to Storm, but be sure to ask Mark Stevens for the next few shows off to recuperate. You can try your hardest, and even cash in all your luck, but it’s not going to matter one bit because the fact still remains... that Alan Clark sucks!” “So rock all you want, but be prepared to have your ass kicked!” Johnny turns away from the camera as we... ...fade out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mr. S£im Citrus 0 Report post Posted February 18, 2004 .... :: does the crotch chop for good measure :: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Secret Agent 0 Report post Posted February 18, 2004 Sorry, I should have asked before using you, but hey it's becoming tradition just to do what cha feels like anymore! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Crowe 0 Report post Posted February 18, 2004 *throws a brick at Clark* Hey, I just wanted to get in on the fun. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
HVilleThugg 0 Report post Posted February 18, 2004 Fuckin' sweet! They're pumping them out faster than I can read them...and all without asking permission!! I'm loving it! Da "rock da house" H Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Suicide King Report post Posted February 18, 2004 Silly superspy. Thinks he can come blazing into my town just because he was born there. I'm gonna have to put up those "Johnny Go Home" signs on the city limits. And on a related note, Janus, Crowe, what did you use to make those custom Magic cards? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
janusd 0 Report post Posted February 18, 2004 And on a related note, Janus, Crowe, what did you use to make those custom Magic cards? I made them using a cheap little program that calls itself "CCG maker" pretty much. If you want one, just throw me a usable image and I'll think of Something to put in that's character relevant. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
