Post by TAURUS on Oct 22, 2022 18:16:17 GMT -5
Inside the CCPE Arena, all the lights dim as a purple haze begins to fill the room. “Pony” by Ginuwine starts to play as a gold spotlight shines on the curtain and TAURUS bursts through, clad in black dress pants with gold glitter pinstriping, an extremely tight black tank top, and a black Fedora with a matching gold glitter band. THE Big Bull saunters down the ramp, approaching the judges' table. He removes his hat, gives it a little spin on his finger, then tosses it up and lets it land right on the head of Theo Pryce before he hops up onto the stage, performing a sultry ass wiggle and hip swivel before he spins around, rips his shirt off and flexes as the lights come back on and his music dies down.
TAURUS: Tell me you don’t want to see more of that. I know why we’re here and it’s so we can sell ourselves. Well, this is me. The showmanship, the body, the crowd interaction, this is what you get when you come and run with THE Big Bull!
TAURUS smirks as the judges don’t give much of an indication of what they thought of his introduction, though this doesn’t seem to phase him much as the colossal man is oozing confidence.
Sauce: Let’s get to the question. It’s a very simple one. If you could fight anyone, alive or dead, real or fictional, on camera or off, who would you fight and what would you say to them?
TAURUS grins and chuckles a little bit after hearing the question. He nods a few times, rubs his hands together, and brings the microphone up.
TAURUS: Well it’s an interesting question for sure. I’m sure there will be very interesting answers, some boring, some off the wall. Probably a few people wanting to fight someone they couldn’t stand up to in their younger days, but I was always the largest lad around, so nobody like that for me. Some of them folks might wanna fight a shite parent, but mine were fantastic so nothing there. Of course, it would be fun to beat the shit out of a dickhead like Hitler or Bin Laden, but where’s the fun in such an obvious answer. So then you gotta think, do I want someone who I can just rip to shreds so that I look good? Do I want someone who is gonna push me to my absolute limits? Do I want to go real or fictional? Alive or dead? You say it’s an easy question, and I’m sure it will be for some people. Me though, I’ll take on anyone. I go against whoever is put across the ring from me. So let’s just have some bloody fun with this, shall we? I would fight… Magic Mike. A good old-fashioned stripper showdown.
TAURUS stretches his arms out and gives a little spin, then with a big flourish, he yanks his pants clean off revealing a gold g-string. He flexes and shows off more as he gives the judges a glimpse of what the folks at The Velvet Rabbit get to see.
TAURUS: Look at me and look at him. I’m bigger, I’m better, and that plonker damn sure never had a special shower show like I do. There is no question that I am the better man in every way, and if the two of us were to step into a ring, a cage, the street, or anywhere else, there is not a doubt in anyone’s mind that I would wipe the floor with his overrated ass. So why fight someone that I could so easily beat? Well, it’s quite simple. I take my job seriously. Yes, it’s fun and I always make sure the patrons are entertained and taken care of, but it is not a joke. Magic Mike…
TAURUS just scoffs and chuckles as he shakes his head. His contempt for the character and the movie that bears his name is already evident.
TAURUS: A caricature, a stereotype, a bloody cartoon that makes a mockery of something that I truly enjoy. Something that I take pride in. I know there are people who think it’s just something for girls with bad fathers, guys with drug habits, and people too dumb or desperate to do anything else, and that horrid movie carries its fair share of the blame for that. Magic Mike, first off never even does any bloody magic, his moves are tragic, and every person in that abomination parading as cinema is two-dimensional trash. Though that might be a bit harsh. In truth, I only saw the first fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. This bird I was shagging wanted to watch it, and she said if I watched it with her we could do some bum stuff. She had one of the most magnificent arses I had ever seen so I said yes, barely paid attention, and fell asleep. Honestly, that’s more recent to want to fight the bastard. If that body glitter-wearing, spray-tanning little plonker was here right now, I would grab him by his stupid little tie and punch him right in the face. I want to tear that non-magic-performing asshole to shreds if for no other reason than the fact I can’t even remember a real true training moment in that sham film. Not something where you practice a few hip swivels and pelvic thrusts, but the fact it takes incredible cardio, coordination, dexterity, and strength. Working at The Velvet Rabbit has made me better as an athlete. Embracing the flash and fun I bring to the stage, has made me a better wrestler. Realizing that sex work is much harder than a silly little movie makes it look, it’s made me a better person.
TAURUS stops and strolls towards the ropes, leaning over them as he looks at the judges. Glancing from left to right, he still can’t gauge much of a reaction, but it’s once again shrugged off as he continues.
TAURUS: This probably wasn’t the answer you were expecting, I’m sure it wasn’t the presentation you were expecting, and maybe you could give a toss about exotic dancers, sex workers, and all of that. This is who I am though, I am a professional wrestler, I am an exotic dancer, I am a pornographic actor, and I give everything I bloody have to all of those, so yea I would love to destroy “Magic Mike” Michael Lane, because that character is one of the worst things to ever happen to a profession that I truly enjoy and take great pride in. Plus I’m just so much damn better at it than that plonker could ever be so why should he get his own movie?
TAURUS smirks, winks, and chuckles a bit as he tosses the mic back toward the judges' table. TAURUS turns to walk out but he makes damn sure the camera stays on him as he makes his exit, giving one last ass wiggle and hip swivel before he goes back through the curtain.
TAURUS: Tell me you don’t want to see more of that. I know why we’re here and it’s so we can sell ourselves. Well, this is me. The showmanship, the body, the crowd interaction, this is what you get when you come and run with THE Big Bull!
TAURUS smirks as the judges don’t give much of an indication of what they thought of his introduction, though this doesn’t seem to phase him much as the colossal man is oozing confidence.
Sauce: Let’s get to the question. It’s a very simple one. If you could fight anyone, alive or dead, real or fictional, on camera or off, who would you fight and what would you say to them?
TAURUS grins and chuckles a little bit after hearing the question. He nods a few times, rubs his hands together, and brings the microphone up.
TAURUS: Well it’s an interesting question for sure. I’m sure there will be very interesting answers, some boring, some off the wall. Probably a few people wanting to fight someone they couldn’t stand up to in their younger days, but I was always the largest lad around, so nobody like that for me. Some of them folks might wanna fight a shite parent, but mine were fantastic so nothing there. Of course, it would be fun to beat the shit out of a dickhead like Hitler or Bin Laden, but where’s the fun in such an obvious answer. So then you gotta think, do I want someone who I can just rip to shreds so that I look good? Do I want someone who is gonna push me to my absolute limits? Do I want to go real or fictional? Alive or dead? You say it’s an easy question, and I’m sure it will be for some people. Me though, I’ll take on anyone. I go against whoever is put across the ring from me. So let’s just have some bloody fun with this, shall we? I would fight… Magic Mike. A good old-fashioned stripper showdown.
TAURUS stretches his arms out and gives a little spin, then with a big flourish, he yanks his pants clean off revealing a gold g-string. He flexes and shows off more as he gives the judges a glimpse of what the folks at The Velvet Rabbit get to see.
TAURUS: Look at me and look at him. I’m bigger, I’m better, and that plonker damn sure never had a special shower show like I do. There is no question that I am the better man in every way, and if the two of us were to step into a ring, a cage, the street, or anywhere else, there is not a doubt in anyone’s mind that I would wipe the floor with his overrated ass. So why fight someone that I could so easily beat? Well, it’s quite simple. I take my job seriously. Yes, it’s fun and I always make sure the patrons are entertained and taken care of, but it is not a joke. Magic Mike…
TAURUS just scoffs and chuckles as he shakes his head. His contempt for the character and the movie that bears his name is already evident.
TAURUS: A caricature, a stereotype, a bloody cartoon that makes a mockery of something that I truly enjoy. Something that I take pride in. I know there are people who think it’s just something for girls with bad fathers, guys with drug habits, and people too dumb or desperate to do anything else, and that horrid movie carries its fair share of the blame for that. Magic Mike, first off never even does any bloody magic, his moves are tragic, and every person in that abomination parading as cinema is two-dimensional trash. Though that might be a bit harsh. In truth, I only saw the first fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. This bird I was shagging wanted to watch it, and she said if I watched it with her we could do some bum stuff. She had one of the most magnificent arses I had ever seen so I said yes, barely paid attention, and fell asleep. Honestly, that’s more recent to want to fight the bastard. If that body glitter-wearing, spray-tanning little plonker was here right now, I would grab him by his stupid little tie and punch him right in the face. I want to tear that non-magic-performing asshole to shreds if for no other reason than the fact I can’t even remember a real true training moment in that sham film. Not something where you practice a few hip swivels and pelvic thrusts, but the fact it takes incredible cardio, coordination, dexterity, and strength. Working at The Velvet Rabbit has made me better as an athlete. Embracing the flash and fun I bring to the stage, has made me a better wrestler. Realizing that sex work is much harder than a silly little movie makes it look, it’s made me a better person.
TAURUS stops and strolls towards the ropes, leaning over them as he looks at the judges. Glancing from left to right, he still can’t gauge much of a reaction, but it’s once again shrugged off as he continues.
TAURUS: This probably wasn’t the answer you were expecting, I’m sure it wasn’t the presentation you were expecting, and maybe you could give a toss about exotic dancers, sex workers, and all of that. This is who I am though, I am a professional wrestler, I am an exotic dancer, I am a pornographic actor, and I give everything I bloody have to all of those, so yea I would love to destroy “Magic Mike” Michael Lane, because that character is one of the worst things to ever happen to a profession that I truly enjoy and take great pride in. Plus I’m just so much damn better at it than that plonker could ever be so why should he get his own movie?
TAURUS smirks, winks, and chuckles a bit as he tosses the mic back toward the judges' table. TAURUS turns to walk out but he makes damn sure the camera stays on him as he makes his exit, giving one last ass wiggle and hip swivel before he goes back through the curtain.