Post by Magnus Colby on Jun 26, 2015 21:20:03 GMT -8
[We fade in from black.
A beautiful female with long red hair, ample chest and nurse's attire stands at the feet of a mostly unseen man laying on his back. What gives it away that he is a male are his large bare feet sticking into the air, toe nails are cracked or ripped off and there is even some dried blood between the toes which has run down to the midpoint of the foot. Hair is just about everywhere, and the redness of foot fungus can be seen. They are honestly just about the ugliest pair of feet you have ever seen, you wouldn't wish these feet on your worst enemy. However, the odd this is that the nurse who has half of her outfit unbuttoned and has most of her ample chest hanging out does not seem to grossed out by these feet. In fact, she seems a little too excited to see them as she begins to rub the left one with her bare hands. The sound of her hands dragging across the dry skin on the bottom of his foot is a bit upsetting, but then she adds the oils and soon it is more of a squishy sound which probably is a bit more disturbing overall. She continues to lick her lips, with each stroke of foot she gets more and more sexually stimulated seemingly. Just then a gruff sounding voice speaks out towards her.]
MAN'S VOICE: It's time, baby. It's time to hang it up and head back home. My body can no longer take the abuse, that young punk in the ring hit my spine with that fucking chair I swear to God my feet went numb. Ain't never been like that before, Phoebe. Ain't never nearly pissed my self from a damn chair shot.
[The redhead, who must be Phoebe, doesn't respond, instead she closes her eyes and sticks her chest outwards as she's seemingly going to go ahead and erupt in orgasm at any second just from rubbing oil all over the man's left foot.]
MAN'S VOICE: Phoebe, did you hear me? It's time, baby. It's time to hang up the boot and head back to Portland. Time to go home, sweetie.
[Again Phoebe doesn't respond with any sort of words just more action, and then just as the rocking gets enough and with her free hand see rubs down the front of her chest in a pornographic manner she stops completely.]
PHOEBE: My sweet dear Cuddly Bear, haven't I always been good to you? Haven't I always been there for you when you needed me the most?
MAN'S VOICE: You have.
PHOEBE: You know I'm loyal to you, right? I would never leave you, the thought of me not having you at my side for even a second makes my heart weak from the stress.
MAN'S VOICE: Same here.
PHOEBE: And there's nothing I would do to hurt, you believe that don't you?
MAN'S VOICE: Of course I do.
[Slowly Pheobe slides her hands up the legs of the man laying there, as the camera pulls back the man laying on his back is Magnus Colby a long time ring hand. He is wearing his wrestling trunks, his body is covered with bandages, his shoulder is wrapped, his head is fully wrapped with a spot of blood soaking through. Phoebe climbs up onto the medical table, and straddles him placing each of her red stiletto heels to the side of his head. Needless to say what the camera can't see it, but Magnus' face is looking at the proof of her being a redhead.]
PHOEBE: Then baby, you ain't done yet. You've got one more match in your body, I can feel it right now. Oh baby, can I feel it! One more match... one more match for me, sweetie.
MAGNUS: I can't feel my legs.
PHOEBE: I have something for the pain, you know I do.
MAGNUS: I know you do, but I can't... I just can't anymore.
[Phoebe slides down shoving her chest into Magnus' face, but even as awesome as that sounds it isn't exactly what she was talking about giving him for the pain. She raises up a pill bottle with her one hand and pops open the cap with her hand, instead of giving the pills directly to Magnus, she instead places one on her tongue and then forces it into Magnu's mouth with a long passionate kiss. A really long, deep and somewhat disturbing kiss. She then licks some of the dried blood which had run down his nose, and pats the old veteran on the bandages.]
PHOEBE: One more match, that's all I ask.
MAGNUS: I...
PHOEBE: It's for a very special cause, it's a Memorial Cup Invitational and you could be walking out with a lot of money as a result of it.
MAGNUS: Like I care about some cup about some dead guy. Who do I get to hurt?
[Phoebe gives a very sly smile, she raises up an eyebrow in the process.]
PHOEBE: That's the best part, baby. Everyone and anyone is invited to participate, from all the parts of the globe they are going to try their best to win the match and honor their fallen hero. So, you want to know who you get to hurt? Darling, you get to hurt everybody.
MAGNUS: Everybody?
[Now she begins to grind on his waist, sticking her chest out in the process.]
PHOEBE: Everybody!
MAGNUS: One more match it is.
PHOEBE: Yes!
MAGNUS: I'll tear their eyes out!
PHOEBE: More!
MAGNUS: I'll snap their spines!
PHOEBE: More!
MAGNUS: I'll break their fuckin' necks!
PHOEBE: Yes! Yes!
[She closes her eyes and shoves her hands down onto Magnus' bandages on his shoulders and the other which covers his ribs, he cringes in pain from her hands pushing up against the bandages. From the force of her pushing down the wounds begin to pop their stitches and the wounds begin to ooze blood through the bandages.]
MAGNUS: I think the pill is kicking in, Phoebe. The room is getting fuzzy, my head is getting diz--
[She places a finger over his mouth silencing him in the process.]
PHOEBE: Don't you worry Cuddly Bear, I'm going to make all the pain go away. Don't you worry, my king.
[With her continuing to grind down on Magnus the scene fades to black.]