DOOD
Oct 18, 2016 20:00:52 GMT -5
Post by pimp on Oct 18, 2016 20:00:52 GMT -5
“This alien bitch Jenny Knite only need to know three things. One. This ain’t my first rodeo. I was 3G before 3GW. So that makes me Mr. 3GW by default. Two. I might look like a upstanding gentleman and shit, but I ain’t above stomping out no ho if she get outta line. My Sun taught me that many moons ago. Three. Imma give her three chances to forfeit the match and slob on my knob like corn on a cob.”
He’s seen but not heard. The Gang Green General Dooder3G is in the back of his mystery machine van, which is of course smokey and decked out in psychedelic garnishes. We pan to see him laying on his couch smoking a joint.
“I’m kiddin’. I’ve seen some pics of you Jenny and I’d rather trade the good ol’ Mary Jane than be caught wit my lil John John in your mouth. I ain’t the rest of these other dudes around here scared to come at a female. You don’t look like much of a threat. You don’t act like one either so how the fuck am I ‘posed to prepare for this? I done been trained by the best motherfuckas who ever stepped foot in a ring. My mentor is a rising star. A rising sun. All Jenny’s gotta do is do what I know she probably won’t. Don’t take me for no damn joke.”
Dooder3G inhales one last time before putting the joint out. He sits up and grabs a bag of cheese Bugles off the table and starts munching. With his mouth half full he keeps talking.
“I ain’t gotta talk about the shit I was doing down in the Dominican Republic. Ya’ll don’t care. Ya’ll probably wouldn’t even look my shit up. I knew that already which is why Mr. 3GW ain’t out here banking on his past. I ain’t gonna be the same man that my masters were. I’m my own man that stands on his own two feet. Can you say that same shit Jen? Don’t seem like it. A bitch that look like you don’t get into something like this on her own. Women aren’t naturally-born alien slayers like myself they just ain’t. Question is, who’s the dood that you was followin around trying to impress. Who’s the creepy dood, who “took you under his wing” cause he never was able to do shit for his own career? I know you got some washed up hack at whatever training camp you go to who show you a few hip tosses when really all he trying to do is fuck after the training sessions.”
He starts laughing to himself as he takes a break from the Bugles to sip out of his 7-Eleven Big Gulp.
“Do I know your story Jenny? Nope, and I’m probably not even close. Point is, no matter what your background is and who got you here don’t matter. What matters is I ain’t gonna treat you like a delicate lil princess in that ring. You dealin’ with wrestlings Danny Phantom and I don’t take kindly to aliens who try disguising themselves as pretty chicks…and don’t do a good job of it. I’m going into this like I do all my great battles. The General of the Gang Green Army dives in head first.”
He’s seen but not heard. The Gang Green General Dooder3G is in the back of his mystery machine van, which is of course smokey and decked out in psychedelic garnishes. We pan to see him laying on his couch smoking a joint.
“I’m kiddin’. I’ve seen some pics of you Jenny and I’d rather trade the good ol’ Mary Jane than be caught wit my lil John John in your mouth. I ain’t the rest of these other dudes around here scared to come at a female. You don’t look like much of a threat. You don’t act like one either so how the fuck am I ‘posed to prepare for this? I done been trained by the best motherfuckas who ever stepped foot in a ring. My mentor is a rising star. A rising sun. All Jenny’s gotta do is do what I know she probably won’t. Don’t take me for no damn joke.”
Dooder3G inhales one last time before putting the joint out. He sits up and grabs a bag of cheese Bugles off the table and starts munching. With his mouth half full he keeps talking.
“I ain’t gotta talk about the shit I was doing down in the Dominican Republic. Ya’ll don’t care. Ya’ll probably wouldn’t even look my shit up. I knew that already which is why Mr. 3GW ain’t out here banking on his past. I ain’t gonna be the same man that my masters were. I’m my own man that stands on his own two feet. Can you say that same shit Jen? Don’t seem like it. A bitch that look like you don’t get into something like this on her own. Women aren’t naturally-born alien slayers like myself they just ain’t. Question is, who’s the dood that you was followin around trying to impress. Who’s the creepy dood, who “took you under his wing” cause he never was able to do shit for his own career? I know you got some washed up hack at whatever training camp you go to who show you a few hip tosses when really all he trying to do is fuck after the training sessions.”
He starts laughing to himself as he takes a break from the Bugles to sip out of his 7-Eleven Big Gulp.
“Do I know your story Jenny? Nope, and I’m probably not even close. Point is, no matter what your background is and who got you here don’t matter. What matters is I ain’t gonna treat you like a delicate lil princess in that ring. You dealin’ with wrestlings Danny Phantom and I don’t take kindly to aliens who try disguising themselves as pretty chicks…and don’t do a good job of it. I’m going into this like I do all my great battles. The General of the Gang Green Army dives in head first.”