Chicago Meets "Hollywood" (O2A)

[Angel Fyre]

There are alot of people in front of Gold's Gym waiting on the arrival of Angel Fyre. They got word from the "hitzone" that the world's #1 actor/fashion model is coming to Chicago for a huge announcement. We see the body builders and staff of Gold's Gym seeing the dilemna from the people outside.

Manager: Now I know when we heard that he was coming and paid the money for him to make an appearance then it would be a scene out there but never expected this to happen.

The secretary runs to the manager and lets him know that Angel Fyre's agent just gave word he would be here in 5 minutes. The anticipation is just killing everyone and then Angel pulls up in a limo and the crowd run to the limo. Malachi who is Angel's personal bodyguard gets out of the limo and makes a path for Angel to come out and they get in the gym with little trouble.

Now I don't know what kind of establishment you are working here but next time make sure you got plenty of security. Those inbreds almost got to me and you know nothing touches me unless of course I allow it. But with that said lets get down to business. You know that I am only here because part of my contract with GCW that I had to come down here. I had to take a few pictures and sign a few autographs. Even though you are paying me heavily to do this lets make it simple and say that I really got no plan in doing those autographs unless you can guarantee me a little security.

Now let me just say that when I get in the ring with some loser, he will witness just like those "no budgets" outside and that is dispair and jealousy of course. Now with that said are these guys and gals you got working out in your gym what people from Chicago look like? Tell me this is not true. Man, I thought it would be 20 percent like L.A. but I guess I was wrong.

The manager tries to talk but Angel cuts him off

Now don't interrupt me while I am talking. Don't you see greatness in front of you. Now lets get on with it. Where are these so called "GCW" guys that you said were going to be here to do this little thing. Heck, I got things to do and need to get back to the hotel so I can enjoy the benefits of being Angel Fyre. Of course, I got to plug my new movie and need to do that commercial for "BodyWorks." And by looking at the people that I see then it will be no doubt that I will stand out above everyone else. But then again nobody has the body and the intellect that I have. Now where are these people?

Angel awaits to see who will arrive and enjoy the party.

[PornStar]

Further, into the daily adventures of the artist formerly known as PornStar, Buck Wylde, aka Jason Arielle, aka King Large-Cock, aka... you know what? You already know who the fuck he is... even this self important tool does too. He, just like the rest of America, secretly owns a small box in the bottom of his closet heaping over with the tales of Jason destroying pussy after pussy, turning tightly tucked into flapping roast beef meaty lips, so on and so forth and what have you sticky DVD's in the bottom of said box. Strangely? The lids NEVAR have dust on them... must get some good use...

Now... why's Jason at the gym? Chicks in spandex, ninja. Gotta work out the boner, now... What are you, fuckin' morons? You find a gym, point me out a couple a' tools that are there to just work on bettering their health, and I'll point you to some numbnutz tools that think that excuse actually works anymore. Just say you're there for the pussy and go to town, impregnating bitches and running, like a real, red blooded American. What the hell you think this is? Canada? Christ, even America Jr. does the same shit... so there's no excuse for that... I'm rambling again, aren't I? Shit...

So... this guy goes to a gym to sign autographs. Why, again? I mean... there's tons of 'roid-apes on the walls in pictures with the owner, shaking his hand with awefully scribbled black marker being their mark for their autograph... WHICH probably wouldn't sell on E-bay anyways since the normal person don't know who the fuck these dudes is... so...

Fuck it. I want an autograph. Jason heads right up to the man and whips it out.

"'Scuze me... can ya sign my cock?"

He winks at a nearby female who's jaw just dropped, running on the treadmill...



Yeah... that all looks 'bout the right size... Quickly, his attention snaps back to the man, probably agitated he just saw a much larger cock than his, so Jason starts withdrawing the fire-arm.

"Kay, fine... so... who're you and why should I give a shit?"

[darkstarr]

"Ow.... ow ow.. ow

.... with another ow for good measure.."

Becca stops spinning on one of the stationary, high tech bikes within the gym. She rests her upper body down on the top half of the bike, breathing in deeply and blinking, her eyes stinging slightly from the sweat hitting them. Dressed in? Well.... it is a gym. You can't wear jeans and a sweater in here, she was in a white sports bra and spandex shorts. Least her track sneakers were comfortable to a degree. She rests against the bike for a bit before lifting her head, wiping her forehead with the towel hanging from it. She places her hands on either side of the bike again before noticing some noise over near the front of the gym. Some kind of promotional event or something. Becca, breathing still heavy... gets up off of the stationary bike. She grabs her towel and lets it rest on her shoulders and neck as she walks over to one of the water fountains in the gym. Leaning over it slightly she takes a drink before letting out a long breath.

"Ah fuck... I need food.... diet.. blows...."

[PornStar]

*Eyebrows arched...*

"Gawddamn, goth bitches always got the hot asses... hey, dude... stop thinkin' bout my cock for a moment and look over there..."

Flat out? Jason points. Making a scene. The woman's ass was now the forefront of attention...

"Just lookit dem tittie's danglin' down outta that bra, swaying back and forth over the tempting running water waiting to wet them for my enjoyment, and the rest of the straight crowd here..."

Jason looks him up and down... Media event? Meh... can get better attention with the broads staying hot for Jason to jack off to later...

"I mean, seriously... just what the hell makes you some kinda hotshot big deal? I ain't somethin' huge... I just got a huge weiner. You saw it.... but I ain't the one out here offerin' free mushroom tattoos to all the broads in my way of offerin' autographs for publicity stunts. What gives, man? 'Specially since Chicago's like, the second fattest city in America anyways... what makes you think yer presence brought in numerous individuals that are too out of shape to even step on the scale and find out how far they let themselves go?


...Oh, and you'll haveta excuse my interviewin' skills... I'm gettin' ready to be on TV for some wrasslin' show as the mouthpiece..."

[darkstarr]

"... Excuse me?

Hey! What did you say about me? Hey! You! What the hell did you say about me? You boys of summer music video lookin' 80's porno reject asshole. I come here to work out not to be eyed up by metrosexual morons in shades. What is your problem?"

Becca drops her towel and begins walking over to the front of the gym. Openly using a loud voice and walking in a haughty stuck up kind of way. The nerve of this bastard right here you wouldn't believe. She gets up to within a foot of the jackass before a booming voice from behind her, in not so many words.... tells her to shut the hell up. Becca looks back at him and comes close to slapping the prick before her attention is pointed up to the front area of which she's in. The promotional event taking place and what not. Becca sticks her hip out and places her hand on it before letting out a 'hm...' kind of sound. Whoops... heh. She turns to the OTHER man standing around and kind of sheepishly smiles.

"... Sorry."

[PornStar]

"Sup, ya crazy bitch?"

*Flashy grin flashed to female...*

He looks back up at the dude...

"And, for my final question... where's your manners??? I demand you introduce yerself right now..."

[Angel Fyre]

Angel looks at Jason with pure laughter as he makes an appearance at the gym.

Look numbnuts. You want to barge in the midst of greatness? You want to rub elbows or be me? Well join the club. There are many that had the qualities of Angel Fyre. There are many that wished they were me and looking at you there is no reason why you wouldn't be either. For crying out loud, look at you for a second.

Angel stands on the table with a mic in his hand to get the crowd to look at what an embarrassment Jason Arielle has become.

People just look at this nickel and dimer we got in here. We got a man that has no mic skills and frankly no wrestling skills at all. And by the look at him you can tell his momma didn't feed him or train him how to use the bathroom either. He is the same white trash that I see in those redneck towns all over this country. For certain he is not "L.A." material. Matter of fact he is more of the lines of most of you in here that still live in the basement at your momma and daddy's house. Or at least half of you that live at the trailor park with the rest of the trash in this city. But you know, I got the answer to this poor soul's problem and that is he is just someone that didn't have a good role model and that is why I am here. That is why GCW hired me and why of course that many look up to me as you all can see right now.

Angel hops down as the people are paying close attention to the scene

Now you see Jason Arielle, right? That is your name? And yeah the manager just mentioned to me that you are some announcer for the Chicago based federation that just paid big dollars for me to be there. Now also let me just refrain from saying because you could not make it in the "other" business and by the look of you it seems you couldn't hack it in the wrestling business then it seems you are trying to make it in the announcing business. Let me be the first to say maybe you need to catch a few lessons from another redneck in Jerry Lawler and maybe the both of you can learn a few tips of what a true legend is all about. Now Jason don't embarrass yourself by showing that tiny Johnson of yours. I mean for crying out loud I almost swatted it with this guys boxing glove thinking it was a housefly that creeped in this piss hole they call a workout facility. Now don't be embarrassed about it dude. Just know that you are not cut out for the "other business. Just do what you do best and that is announce the next big star in the company or just make sure that my dressing room is in order. Whatever you do at GCW please make note to do it well. Hell, I am always in the business of hiring new talent around me. I can be your role model because pal you need one. Just look at ya.

Angel starts looking at Jason's clothes and shaking his head.

Dude what is that you got on anyhow? Is that a Wal-Mart special? Tell me you can do better for yourself if you are going to be on live tv and better yet let me give you my card and hopefully this town has got a 5 star men's store to help you out. I am Angel Fyre for crying out loud. I make Hollywood movies that pay 20 million a film just so I am in it. Not a nickel and dimer like what I see in front of me. And not only that but I am the greatest wrestler of all time and you should know that if you ever watched real pro wrestling my friend. But hey what should I expect from a guy that pertends to be John Holmes but in essence is just Katie Holmes. But don't fret, I am here to guide you to be bigger than what you could ever imagine. Just walk with me my friend and like me greatness will follow.

Angel looks at Becca and smiles

If you came in this establishment following him you my dear are in bad hands. You need to be with someone that can deliver and that is a star but you see I am the biggest star that this place has ever seen. And for being a noble guy that I am and under contract then I will have to give a few autographs even though it usually costs a little. And no these autographs aren't the Alex Rodriguez kind. This my friends are rare just like a win over me. So is this what I am to expect from the GCW? A bunch of wannabes that want to rub elbows with greatness or is this just pure jealousy over the fact that Angel Fyre will burn this town down over the superstardom and prestige that is Angel Fyre

Angel lifts his hands in the air as he looks at everyone and enjoying his persona.

[PornStar]

*yawns.........*U

"Done yet? Christ almighty, I can tell that announcin and questionin' you faggots is gon' suck balls... awright... so now... let's get this straight...."

Jason appears to think for a momento....

"The largest cock in the world just decided to grace you with it's presence... and you just shrugged it off like a li'l too since you know without even comparin' I'm bigger, right? Ain't no big deal, Sally, believe me. I'm bigger'n everybody in this room in the first place, reason why I'm a pervert's phenomenon... I got vids even yer kids, mom and sister watch and have hidden under they beds, so it's no big deal whatsoever. Hell, bring me one o' mine you got stashed in the bottom of yer tube-sock drawer and I'll even autograph it for ya. No need to worry 'bout me sayin' nothing, I know how it is bein' on the road and all all the damn time..."

Something else this guy said... hmm... can't exactly... remem--- oh, yeah...

"As for Wal-Mart clothin'? Bitch, please.... what better way to pile up the pussy than to look like all them bitches, hm? Ain't nobody who can really afford the shit you wear lest yer ballsack is the size of a small coin purse carryin' fifty cents in a single coin amount. I mean, really... who the fuck needs to pile up with the hundreds of dollars blouse you deem worthy to wear? Not I... I get plenty of good lookin' pussy just by pullin' my dick out and slappin' it down on a table, not to mention my irrefutable charm.... so, yeah... have fun with all them gold diggers while I'm off fucking them, the trash, the ho's, and everything in between in my "Wal-Mart" clothing... oh, and it's Sears to you, bitch..."

One final question pops into mind...

"And, you say you got a contracted appearance from the G-C-Dub? Whatdafuckupwiddat? I mean... last I heard, like, two hours ago... me and Lilith were the only ones under contract... Don't tell me yer lyin' to these bitches now that seem to "Worship" you or some shit... I mean, why would they hire yer stereotypical ass way before the December first deadline when they could sign like, anybody out there? 'Specially since we're pilin' on the bitches that could be comin' in left and right now...."