Post by Jamal Carter on May 19, 2007 0:23:15 GMT -5
PWA Superstar Jamal Carter stands poised as he completes his set of standing bicep curls on the black, sleek Bowflex® Revolution.
“87, 88, 89, 90!”says Jamal exhaling behind each count pushing his muscles to an almost breaking point.
The camera pans around him showing his black muscle shirt, black starter shorts and white Nike® Air Limelight sneakers. A blond girl about 20 in tight, pink shorts walks by, towel around her shoulders and wiggling her tight booty from side to side. Carter looks as she passes and examines her. The girl turns around, sees Carter looking at him and she shoots him a wink. Carter smiles as she bends over to ‘tie her shoe’. Carter takes a few more seconds to look as she walks to a near treadmill and not taking her eyes off Carter, she turns it on and begins to walk keeping him in perfect view. Carter’s smiles twists into a grin and he notices the camera.
“Hey, what up? Jamal Carter here. The Pure Wrestling Alliance’s All-American. Why you ask? Simply put, I’m the best thing that pathetic company could come by. I’m more of a franchise than Lebron James, better skills than Marshall Faulk, and more of a playa than R. Kelly.”says Carter looking at the hottie on the treadmill.
Carter finishes his reps on the machine and he releases the bar. Carter grabs a nearby towel and dabs off his dark, sweating forehead.
“This Friday, I step into the ring against Mike ‘The Icon’ Sullivan! Whoop-de-do! He’s an Icon. Congratulations. Though I can question your credibility, It don’t matter. I breathe perfection, I illuminate perfection……simply……I am perfection. These other characters don’t stand up to me. Especially not any ‘Icon’.”
Carter rolls his neck around loosening it up. He looks over at the blond girl still shaking her thang on the treadmill. Carter takes off his muscle shirt revealing washboard abs and a perfect frame. Carter looks around at the man different types of women examining the Apollo like figure. A ray of sunlight shines in glistens off Carter’s body which stuns the blond girl on the treadmill for a moment.
“See. Mr. Sullivan you are just one little stepping stone in big freakin’ walkway of life and all I have to do is step over you to be one step closer to being PWA’s Mayhem Champion.”
Carter walks over to the treadmill and he pulls the girl off the treadmill by her love handles. He thrusts her hips against his and smiles while tightening his grip on her. She laughs lightly in approval as he leads her out of the workout area and toward the sauna. Carter turns back to the camera as the blond girl enters the sauna.
“This is why I’m hot baby.”says Carter stepping into the sauna as the camera fades to black.
“87, 88, 89, 90!”says Jamal exhaling behind each count pushing his muscles to an almost breaking point.
The camera pans around him showing his black muscle shirt, black starter shorts and white Nike® Air Limelight sneakers. A blond girl about 20 in tight, pink shorts walks by, towel around her shoulders and wiggling her tight booty from side to side. Carter looks as she passes and examines her. The girl turns around, sees Carter looking at him and she shoots him a wink. Carter smiles as she bends over to ‘tie her shoe’. Carter takes a few more seconds to look as she walks to a near treadmill and not taking her eyes off Carter, she turns it on and begins to walk keeping him in perfect view. Carter’s smiles twists into a grin and he notices the camera.
“Hey, what up? Jamal Carter here. The Pure Wrestling Alliance’s All-American. Why you ask? Simply put, I’m the best thing that pathetic company could come by. I’m more of a franchise than Lebron James, better skills than Marshall Faulk, and more of a playa than R. Kelly.”says Carter looking at the hottie on the treadmill.
Carter finishes his reps on the machine and he releases the bar. Carter grabs a nearby towel and dabs off his dark, sweating forehead.
“This Friday, I step into the ring against Mike ‘The Icon’ Sullivan! Whoop-de-do! He’s an Icon. Congratulations. Though I can question your credibility, It don’t matter. I breathe perfection, I illuminate perfection……simply……I am perfection. These other characters don’t stand up to me. Especially not any ‘Icon’.”
Carter rolls his neck around loosening it up. He looks over at the blond girl still shaking her thang on the treadmill. Carter takes off his muscle shirt revealing washboard abs and a perfect frame. Carter looks around at the man different types of women examining the Apollo like figure. A ray of sunlight shines in glistens off Carter’s body which stuns the blond girl on the treadmill for a moment.
“See. Mr. Sullivan you are just one little stepping stone in big freakin’ walkway of life and all I have to do is step over you to be one step closer to being PWA’s Mayhem Champion.”
Carter walks over to the treadmill and he pulls the girl off the treadmill by her love handles. He thrusts her hips against his and smiles while tightening his grip on her. She laughs lightly in approval as he leads her out of the workout area and toward the sauna. Carter turns back to the camera as the blond girl enters the sauna.
“This is why I’m hot baby.”says Carter stepping into the sauna as the camera fades to black.
