The Biggest LoserThe Biggest LoserThe Biggest Loser by ~Slash-Central
...For this challenge you will all be balancing on one rope while holding onto a another rope above. If you slip and fall into the pool below, you will lose. The last person on the rope will win 25,000 dollars.
The men looked at each other and then at the weirdest people of the camp. Paul Wright and Edward Fatu. They didn't look all excited. Well, Paul didn't. Edward was drooling and staring at the ropes. The blond host lead the overweight people to the stations, watching them as they ventured onto the overhanging ropes.
The supports for the ropes left and everyone held for dear life. However, Edward instantly dropped into the pool, pulling the red rope down with him. Everyone watched at the Samoan man chewed on the rope, eyes wide with a blank stared.
Is... is he crazy? and overweight girl asked, eyes swirling with fear for the large man. Paul shook his head, adjusting his grip on the ropes.
No. He just hit the
Story SamplesReyJeffStory Samples by ~Slash-Central
Jeff waited backstage, bouncing excitedly on his heels. The draft had brought many people to SmackDown! some of which could further his already extensive career. However, no matter how many Chris Jericho's or Kane's or CM fucking Punk's Jeff wasn't excited about them. His longtime boyfriend and lover was drafted back to his brand. So now they were together. No more extra traveling to see each other. No more late night phone calls. No more 'late night phone calls'.
Him and Rey would celebrate tonight.
Please? I really want it!
No, Chris, I'm tired.
The blond man whimpered, turning onto his back. He stared at the ceiling. I shifted slightly, reaching down under the covers to adjust 'himself'. He had been waiting all day to see his lover and now that it was time for bed he tried getting the 'mojo' on but Jeff merely denied him. He turned his head, looking at Jeff. The covers draped over the girly hips, exposing the soft skin of his back. The