Post by Ruxx Rampede on Jul 12, 2020 14:51:33 GMT -5
In Black Clyde's gym, Ruxx and Clyde are both stood on either side of a bench press bench, spitroasting a hot bitch inbetween them both called Space Heater. Clyde gets the head, and Ruxx gets the puss. As the two men double team Space Heater from either side, they chat casually.
Clyde - Are you sure this is good training for your match?
Ruxx - It's a handicap match. I figure it's important to know how to best utilise the numbers advantage. Improve my team working skills.
Clyde - That's fair. It's like 11 on 2 though brother, I think you got this.
Ruxx - Don't underestimate that bitch Priscilla Kelly. You seen what she's been doing Clyde? She's been smoking niggas. And that Spud nigga is fast as fuck. They both got me beat before. I'm telling you, they could pull this shit out. Plus we're supposed to team with Dyno-Mike.
Clyde shakes his head.
Clyde - That aint happening.
Ruxx - That sure aint fucking happening. I asked management if we could replace Dyno-Mike with my good friend Jerome Hathersage, but they weren't having none of it.
Clyde - Your good friend Jerome Hathersage? He's my good friend too.
Ruxx - Damn that nigga is everyone's good friend.
Clyde - And management won't let him in the match? Man fuck management.
Ruxx - Those racist ass bitches.
Space Heater moans as Ruxx continues clapping her ass.
Ruxx - How you feeling about the battle royale nigga?
Space Heater - Me?
Ruxx - No Clyde.
Clyde - Management have told me I can't just lift the ring and flip it upside down, eliminating everybody that way. Apparently it's needed for "more matches" later in the "night".
Ruxx - That's bullshit.
Clyde - It is. But I'm confident anyway.
Ruxx - You better fuck up those horny mother fuckers S2 and Albert. I'm sick of that big black fatass mother fucker, if he comes near me with those brass knuckles again, I'll snap them off his fingers and shove them right between his big cakey asscheeks, right up his tight little asshole, and punch him directly in the fucking liver. I'm not messing. I can't afford shit like that when I got that scramble match, this face needs to stay in tip top shape. Or bitches like this won't wanna fuck with me.
Clyde - I'm enjoying this Ruxx. It's nice having these nice little moments together, just me and you, hanging out.
Ruxx - I agree brother, I appreciate you. I'm cumming by the way.
Clyde - Me too.
Both men climax at the same time into Space Heater. She's cool with it.
Clyde - Usually I could go for much longer. But I thought it was only polite to synchronise our climax.
Ruxx - That's really cool of you brother.
Clyde - You think Big H would want to get involved some time?
Ruxx - I think he's only got eyes for that little bitch Hayley.
Clyde - Damn. What love does to people.
Ruxx looks up at the TV built into the wall. A screensaver plays, just of the sea. Ruxx looks into the waves, the familiar looking waves, and gulps.
Ruxx - Yeah. What love does to people.
Clyde - Are you sure this is good training for your match?
Ruxx - It's a handicap match. I figure it's important to know how to best utilise the numbers advantage. Improve my team working skills.
Clyde - That's fair. It's like 11 on 2 though brother, I think you got this.
Ruxx - Don't underestimate that bitch Priscilla Kelly. You seen what she's been doing Clyde? She's been smoking niggas. And that Spud nigga is fast as fuck. They both got me beat before. I'm telling you, they could pull this shit out. Plus we're supposed to team with Dyno-Mike.
Clyde shakes his head.
Clyde - That aint happening.
Ruxx - That sure aint fucking happening. I asked management if we could replace Dyno-Mike with my good friend Jerome Hathersage, but they weren't having none of it.
Clyde - Your good friend Jerome Hathersage? He's my good friend too.
Ruxx - Damn that nigga is everyone's good friend.
Clyde - And management won't let him in the match? Man fuck management.
Ruxx - Those racist ass bitches.
Space Heater moans as Ruxx continues clapping her ass.
Ruxx - How you feeling about the battle royale nigga?
Space Heater - Me?
Ruxx - No Clyde.
Clyde - Management have told me I can't just lift the ring and flip it upside down, eliminating everybody that way. Apparently it's needed for "more matches" later in the "night".
Ruxx - That's bullshit.
Clyde - It is. But I'm confident anyway.
Ruxx - You better fuck up those horny mother fuckers S2 and Albert. I'm sick of that big black fatass mother fucker, if he comes near me with those brass knuckles again, I'll snap them off his fingers and shove them right between his big cakey asscheeks, right up his tight little asshole, and punch him directly in the fucking liver. I'm not messing. I can't afford shit like that when I got that scramble match, this face needs to stay in tip top shape. Or bitches like this won't wanna fuck with me.
Clyde - I'm enjoying this Ruxx. It's nice having these nice little moments together, just me and you, hanging out.
Ruxx - I agree brother, I appreciate you. I'm cumming by the way.
Clyde - Me too.
Both men climax at the same time into Space Heater. She's cool with it.
Clyde - Usually I could go for much longer. But I thought it was only polite to synchronise our climax.
Ruxx - That's really cool of you brother.
Clyde - You think Big H would want to get involved some time?
Ruxx - I think he's only got eyes for that little bitch Hayley.
Clyde - Damn. What love does to people.
Ruxx looks up at the TV built into the wall. A screensaver plays, just of the sea. Ruxx looks into the waves, the familiar looking waves, and gulps.
Ruxx - Yeah. What love does to people.