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Post by "The Boss" Dennis Slater on Aug 17, 2020 8:23:51 GMT -5
"The Latin Lover" Carlito Rodriguez (1-3) v. "Classy" Christopher Charles (1-4) |
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Post by classy on Aug 21, 2020 18:18:50 GMT -5
"Classy" Christopher Charles stands in front of a freshly waxed red Lamborghin Mercialago wearing a three piece navy pinstriped suit with a matching scarf that has the word "CLASSY" written across it. Christopher Charles has a cocky half grin on his face and black sunglasses covering his face.
Christopher Charles - So, this is it huh? This is the culmination of everything the fans of Dennis Slater's little outfit of lovable rebels has to offer? The end of the line as it where. The day that "Classy" Christopher Charles walked out of the EWF Underground...without championship gold, again?! I just can't seem to understand what is going on with all the shoddy, sloppy and quite frankly extremely biased officiating that has been going on in this wrestling promotion since the moment the Classiest man in the business let the ink dry on his contract. Little did I know that on that day, at that exact moment, that I would be on the path to being one of the biggest laughing stocks in this company! That's right, you heard it here first boys and girls I can hear every last one of you chopping at the bit to say that "Classy" Christopher Charles is some no good, whiny, selfish, spoiled, rotten brat who just can't seem to cut the mustard here in the Empire Wrestling Federation but you all couldn't be further from the truth if you went to the Andromeda Galaxy!
Christopher Charles snaps his sunglasses off quickly and stares to the camera.
Christopher Charles - Now I have tried and tried and tried again but it seems that with each step I take towards championship gold here in the Empire Wrestling Federation there is some backwoods, inbred, paint chip eating, glue huffing zebra that can't seem to do their damn job right. Do any of you actually think Lou Natic would have beaten me in that Emperor's Cup qualifying match if it weren't for poor officiating? And what of that Television Championship Gauntlet Match if it weren't for a rigged draw I would have won instead of that lush Enforcer. Old Glory Tournament? That washed up, old, never has been who was trained on the fine art of professional wrestling by a Tyrannasaurus Rex, Vin Halsted, couldn't beat me without a crappy official either. And now? Now? The EWF World Television Championship was to be mine! I was going to take that championship to heights never before imagined instantly making it the classiest championship in the industry but, oh no, referees...again!!! That's why I blasted that little piece of cow manure with that chair, I don't care how many times Dennis Slater wants to send a fine my way or tell me I have to work the next Evolution for freebies...I could buy this promotion six times over with just the bonds I was given for my baptism as a young Charles.
Christopher laughs, slightly losing focus for a moment as he looks out of the camera's view when a long-legged redheaded woman with picture perfect porcelain skin walks in view. She is the same height as Christopher and looks as if she could be a super model for Victoria's Secret
Christopher Charles - Well, boys, I have my heart set on championship gold but at least when I don't get it I know the consolation prize is quite literally out of this world. And this beauty here, Rhonda, she's here for two reasons...first and foremost to relieve some of the tension that I feel after that pothead Dank Sinatra left EWF Underground still the EWF World Television Champion and secondly to show Carlito Rodriguez something beautiful that he couldn't dream of having. That's right Carlito, you wanted to blame me for your shortcomings in the Television Championship Three Way Dance, of course you would you're just a lazy failed pornographic actor who uses all of his energy before the match making sure his pretty little boo thang Juanita is satisfied. Now, I'm sure my baby Rhonda over here is happy to hear that there is a man satisfying a woman but she knows the Classiest star in the world can not only satisfy but has the stamina to go 12 rounds with Mike Tyson in his prime directly proceeding. Now, Carlito, you can cry about your loss to Dank Sinatra, you can sit there and argue with Arthas Lance over who the sexiest star in this promotion is but we all know that the answer would be that the sexiest man is also the classiest man because well, just look at me. Ain't that right babe?
Rhonda - Of course Chris.
Christopher Charles - I am an adult, Chris went out the window a long time ago darling.
Rhonda - I'm sorry baby, Christopher.
Christopher Charles - Now thats more like it hunny. So, Carlito, I'll see you at Evolution and show you just how class overpowers sexuality. Stay Classy!
Christopher Charles turns to his Lamborghini and opens the door on the driver side while directing Rhonda to walk around to the other side.
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Post by latinlover on Aug 25, 2020 19:48:29 GMT -5
EWF Evolution picks up after the show to Carlito Rodriguez and Juanita getting their things together in their locker room. "Mami, why am I on punishment right now? This is ridiculous, I have tried my hardest...and you know this!" Carlito Rodriguez's face is covered in confusion while he stares at Juanita who is staring at Carlito from across the locker room.
Juanita rolls her eyes and glances at Carlito. "Are you kidding me Papi? I told you if you don't start to win you are punished from having any more fun! It is ridiculous that for three shows in a row you can't get the win. You can't bring home the big paycheck. Don't you know how important winning these matches are?"
Carlito shrugs his shoulders. "Of course I do mamacita, it's just that I haven't had the best of luck lately. I don't know why I keep losing match after match!" Carlito shakes his head as he places his wrestling tights into his duffel bag.
Juanita tosses a thong at Carlito who instantly catches the thong. "It's because you are too focused on getting that off of me and the other females! We can't keep losing like we have been and continue to shrug it off."
Carlito, who is smelling Juanita's thong, raises his head from Juanita's undergarments and raises his eyebrow. "But, mami, you grabbed that gringa's ass and that's why you lost this Evolution."
Juanita's eyes turn filled with Latina rage and she snaps "I smack her ass because you want me to! I lost my match because you wanted me to do that and how did you help? You run away! You get chase away by John Cavanagh...what's the excuse for you losing?"
Carlito smiles as he knows he has a clear answer "I lost because of the Christopher Charles and his tempter tantrum and the damn steel chair he smack my head with. And John Cavanagh? That guy crazy...I think he might kill someone one day! Mami please one more chance! Mami?!??!?"
Juanita tosses the last of her wrestling gear into her travel bag. She zips the bag up and looks at Carlito "Papi, I'm not playing with you...you need to win your next match if you want to get back inside of this beautiful body."
Carlito's face is overcome with a saddened emotion, his bottom lip beginning to quiver and his eyes beginning to water up with tears. "Why are you so difficult on me sometime mamacita? It's like you are channeling my mother and mi abuelita!"
Juanita laughs. "All of your Latinos want a Latina like your mom and abuelita! It's a scientific fact, Carlito! Now what did I say you need to do if you want to get back inside of the bed with me?"
Carlito looks down at his shoes like a saddened child who just watched their favorite toy get destroyed. "I need to win my next match Mami. I need to beat the Christopher Charles. I need to get a win over the son of a bitch who cost me the opportunity to become the EWF World Television Champion, become the sexiest champion in the world and begin my quest to become the EWF World Heavyweight Champion because that is where Carlito Rodriguez belongs."
Juanita smiles and tosses her hair to her right. "Well, that's more like it Papi. I'm not playing though, I'm staying at my mom's place when we get back to Puerto Rico. You can train and make sure you get the win over Christopher Charles at the next Evolution or you can use your hand the whole way to Imperial Insanity."
Carlito freezes at this statement. "You mean, if I don't defeat Christopher Charles I don't get anything until that big battle royal?"
Juanita shakes her head. "Yeah Papi, and if you lose to Christopher Charles and then you don't win the battle royal...maybe I need to find some extra help to get you to take the competition seriously. Someone to make you a little jealous."
Carlito's eyebrows raise and his jaw drops. "Mami, why would you speak of such things? I will defeat Christopher Charles. I should be defending the EWF World Television Championship against Adrian King this week...not that pothead Dank Sinatra...but because of Christopher Charles I am still naked without championship gold. I will get my revenge on this spoiled, tantrum-throwing brat by pinning his shoulders to the mat. I will pick up my second victory in EWF and build momentum going in to the Imperial Insanity Battle Royal. I promise Mami, you will return from your mother's after the next Evolution."
Juanita taps her foot on the floor and folds her arm. "Good pendejo! Get your shit its time to get to the airport for our flight."
Carlito slowly gets his bag and hesitantly follows Juanita out of the door. |
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