Post by Dionysus on Mar 21, 2021 22:52:18 GMT -5
"Do you ever stop and think about how a fluffer is an actual job? That someone willingly wants to get paid money to make a dick look good for the camera? It likely ranks up there as the second-least-desired job in the adult film industry, the first being janitor. ...But I am getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Forgive me, usually I have an analogy that I use to compare to my upcoming opponent, but to be frank, as a man who embodies indulgence, I really can't fault a former pornstar, now can I? Well, except for the fact that your parents have a creepily deep knowledge of your...*ahem*...body of work.
See, if I find it difficult to pin down where I stand with you, its really my own fault. You're new around here, after all; the fresh pup that's been brought in to yip around the ring. The new family doggie, ready to impress and try to be on their best behavior, but ultimately bite and howl and beg for a chance at a treat. Whereas I am more of a missionary, looking to guide the new talent into what they should be expecting in their first go at things.
...Ah, but what else is new in the grandest stage aside from once again, putting The Man Action Wrestling Forgot against Mr. Two Pump Chump. With Havoc merely weeks away, I once again have to show why I set the standard for talent here. Its a shame that they have failed, once again, to see their missed potential, but what can you do aside from work the job, right? I'm sure you've taken on roles you didn't want or starlets you didn't want to bed, but that's how we do things in the business; being mildly unhappy with where we are currently in the hopes that our moneyshot comes down the road later.
I will give you a piece of advice, and I hope you take it to heart before we meet here. You would benefit from a warm-up. Get your pent up energy and jitters out of your system before hitting that ring. You'll end up lasting longer, I promise...though I can't guarantee more than four hours unless you're popping a pill.
Yet again another pitiful soul wanders through my chaotic vineyard and is tangled among the plants. Yet again The Man Action Wrestling Forgot starts up the ladder. And yet, I am becoming oddly comfortable with this arrangement. Should I really be this complacent about my lot here? Don't I have aspirations of my own? Or will I forever linger in the depths of Action Wrestling, continually acting as the doorkeeper for the worthy and unworthy?
...What's that? Where do you fit into that equation? Well let me put it this way; do you remember when grocery store delis had those pull tabs that had a number on them, and when your number was called, you stepped up to get your shitty cold cuts since it wasn't an actual deli but some big box affair? Well, in this analogy you're...I'd say number twenty-six, and currently we're on twenty-five. You're currently going through your routine of what exactly you want to take home with you; get to the ring, pin The Lord of the Vine, walk out a winner, get the girl, get a bucket of chicken and a box of cheap wine, and have a good night.
And then here it comes: now serving number twenty-six. You have now stepped up to the counter. And lo and behold; what you want to order, that win, is completely out. I have a special going, however; you can take five lumps for the price of four. You can enjoy this Grapevine, lay down on the mat, and think about what your life would be like had your acting career not flopped harder than your last BBW flick.