What the Freak, Flop. (Tag Match vs Teo and Jensen)
Nov 15, 2020 0:38:46 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2020 0:38:46 GMT -5
Teo and Stella crashed onto volcanic terrain with a terrible wrecking. Blaze’s fall was worse, for he landed near rocky banks dangerously close to the lava lake flowing inches from him. It was an encounter eerily similar to an iconic Star Wars scene. Both looked rode hard and put up wet. Teo stood laboriously. Stella shook her head.
”Don’t do it, Teo-kin. I have the higher ground.”
”You underestimate my power.”
Teo put on his famed red mask with the white scars. The rocks around him became disrupted and out from under one of them crawled Andre Jensen.
”When you start choking in big matches like I have, you gotta reinvent yourself (again).”
Stella whipped out her Flopsaber, which is Flop himself in a rigid “planking” posture straight as a board, and she readied herself.
”Don’t try it.”
Teo grabbed his Jensenaber and leapt. She swung her Flopsaber precise and swift. Flop made lightsaber sounds with his mouth and shoved two finger pistol laser-finger-beams up Teo’s bunghole, canoeing him with a bursty-blast. Somehow Teo survived but was beaten. Jensensaber, like his active roster profile, was non-existent all of a sudden. Though defeated, Teo crawled toward her.
”You were the Chosen One!”
She was frustrated and disappointed in him.
”You were supposed to save CruiserClash, not let someone like the green weenie destroy it with his cartoony ways!”
She sheathed her Flopsaber.
”Was it this that made you betray the Crusiers?”
She snatched the mask off his face. Teo groaned histrionically.
”You were my hero, Teo-kin.”
She tore the mask to pieces then tossed the remnants into the lava lake and suddenly she woke up in her hotel bedroom in Miami Beach sometime after the XIII event. She stared at the ceiling for a moment.
”Weird dream.”
From the corner of her eye she saw a figure sitting next to her.
It’s Flop!
Stella shrieked and jumped into a defensive stance on her bed.
”WHAT THE HELL FLOP?!?!!”
He clapped.
”My dream experiment worked didn’t it? I was whispering you a Star Wars scene in your sleep. By the way, did you know that you sleep in your trademark Parade-Rest stance? So weird.”
She was still wild eyed.
”HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!
”Teleported.”
She saw the body sized surgically cut glass in the window and gave him a hardened stare.
”Fine. I Ocean Elevened my way in here. I needed supreme sneak to test my dream experiment on you. We’re tag partners again, but we're against Teo and Andre. They’re savages. Well, Teo is. Jensen is so unpredictable psychics refuse to give him a reading. Maybe he'll vanish again? Anyway, since you decided to play patty-cake with my Sierra in the Battle Royal and stupidly got yourself eliminated, I know you’ll stink up the place in our match so I must impart my knowledge on you in the most effective way. Sleep-Hypnosis brainwashing. Pretty sure you wouldn’t listen to me willingly.”
”I’m calling the cops!”
She looked around for her phone and noticed Flop was waving it at her.
”First order of team building is complete trust between us. So, hike up your skirt so I can verify you are NOT Stuart Slane in drag.”
He shoved her phone into the crotch of his pants. Poor Stella was stunned silent.
”Look, Tranny-Stu. I know I’m going to extremes but you need to realize the stakes here. I’m the brains of our team. I’ve fought wars in the ring and know how to educate a stubborn bull-woman like yourself. If we win, we’ll fight RWB and that SLUT Sierra and her boy-toy with the micro-dick. My cock alone can beat them all. I’ll become tag-champs. It’ll expedite my helicopter and Cruiserweight title victory. I’ll be the double champ. The GOAT! Sierra will feel so stupid then. HA!”
”All you’re saying is stuff about you. What about me?”
”You can create our team-name. Fair?”
He tossed her phone back to her and she promptly hurled him out the way he came in.
”I won the match for us last time. Hold up your end and I’ll hold up mine. Scouts Honor.”
Three finger salute.
Flop retreated, muttering about QDT.
”Don’t do it, Teo-kin. I have the higher ground.”
”You underestimate my power.”
Teo put on his famed red mask with the white scars. The rocks around him became disrupted and out from under one of them crawled Andre Jensen.
”When you start choking in big matches like I have, you gotta reinvent yourself (again).”
Stella whipped out her Flopsaber, which is Flop himself in a rigid “planking” posture straight as a board, and she readied herself.
”Don’t try it.”
Teo grabbed his Jensenaber and leapt. She swung her Flopsaber precise and swift. Flop made lightsaber sounds with his mouth and shoved two finger pistol laser-finger-beams up Teo’s bunghole, canoeing him with a bursty-blast. Somehow Teo survived but was beaten. Jensensaber, like his active roster profile, was non-existent all of a sudden. Though defeated, Teo crawled toward her.
”You were the Chosen One!”
She was frustrated and disappointed in him.
”You were supposed to save CruiserClash, not let someone like the green weenie destroy it with his cartoony ways!”
She sheathed her Flopsaber.
”Was it this that made you betray the Crusiers?”
She snatched the mask off his face. Teo groaned histrionically.
”You were my hero, Teo-kin.”
She tore the mask to pieces then tossed the remnants into the lava lake and suddenly she woke up in her hotel bedroom in Miami Beach sometime after the XIII event. She stared at the ceiling for a moment.
”Weird dream.”
From the corner of her eye she saw a figure sitting next to her.
It’s Flop!
Stella shrieked and jumped into a defensive stance on her bed.
”WHAT THE HELL FLOP?!?!!”
He clapped.
”My dream experiment worked didn’t it? I was whispering you a Star Wars scene in your sleep. By the way, did you know that you sleep in your trademark Parade-Rest stance? So weird.”
She was still wild eyed.
”HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!
”Teleported.”
She saw the body sized surgically cut glass in the window and gave him a hardened stare.
”Fine. I Ocean Elevened my way in here. I needed supreme sneak to test my dream experiment on you. We’re tag partners again, but we're against Teo and Andre. They’re savages. Well, Teo is. Jensen is so unpredictable psychics refuse to give him a reading. Maybe he'll vanish again? Anyway, since you decided to play patty-cake with my Sierra in the Battle Royal and stupidly got yourself eliminated, I know you’ll stink up the place in our match so I must impart my knowledge on you in the most effective way. Sleep-Hypnosis brainwashing. Pretty sure you wouldn’t listen to me willingly.”
”I’m calling the cops!”
She looked around for her phone and noticed Flop was waving it at her.
”First order of team building is complete trust between us. So, hike up your skirt so I can verify you are NOT Stuart Slane in drag.”
He shoved her phone into the crotch of his pants. Poor Stella was stunned silent.
”Look, Tranny-Stu. I know I’m going to extremes but you need to realize the stakes here. I’m the brains of our team. I’ve fought wars in the ring and know how to educate a stubborn bull-woman like yourself. If we win, we’ll fight RWB and that SLUT Sierra and her boy-toy with the micro-dick. My cock alone can beat them all. I’ll become tag-champs. It’ll expedite my helicopter and Cruiserweight title victory. I’ll be the double champ. The GOAT! Sierra will feel so stupid then. HA!”
”All you’re saying is stuff about you. What about me?”
”You can create our team-name. Fair?”
He tossed her phone back to her and she promptly hurled him out the way he came in.
”I won the match for us last time. Hold up your end and I’ll hold up mine. Scouts Honor.”
Three finger salute.
Flop retreated, muttering about QDT.