Greatest Night in the History of Television: Will Smith x Chris Rock

Chapter 1

When it comes to Hollywood, Los Angeles, nothing is dull. It's a place where it's stereotyped as one of the best American destinations to check off your bucket list. Luxury abounds, especially in a town where you're likely to see every celebrity you can think of. From one moment to the next, you'd see Leonardo di Caprio holding hands with someone twenty-years younger in a café, or Denzel Washington and Tom Hanks doing crack while masturbating in an alleyway, and every once in a while you'd see something out of the ordinary, such as The Rock being arrested for pedophilia after fucking Kevin Hart. It's a pigsty of well-heeled pigs, and there's no better way to cram all of those bastards into one place than an extravagant night at the Oscars.

It was quite a spectacular evening inside the Dolby Theater. Everyone was dressed nicely and well-groomed. Will Smith was undoubtedly present, considering he had been nominated for best actor. He sits next to the hairless goblin he calls wife, Jada Smith. 

"Now you behave Willy... I don't want you ruining Momma's night" Jada patted Will's head, "If you succeed, I might have to let you finish next time"

"Yes mistress..." replied the loyal husband like a sub.

Everything is fine between Will and his beloved until that one crucial moment when a certain individual would cause a change of atmosphere of that particular occasion.

Chris Rock stepped on stage, dapper for someone who hadn't starred in a good film for years. He went his usual schtick of cracking hilarious jokes and letting his comedic genius prosper. Every joke he vomited was met with laughter, so he had to keep it up. Now that he'd humiliated Javier Bardem and his wife, who could he mock next? Jada Pinkett Smith of course! who could pass out mocking that Maltesers head of hers.

"Jada, I love you... GI Jane 2 can't wait to see it" Chris guffawed.

Will then burst out laughing like a hyena. He can't stop himself from cracking up. Jada's head has always reminded him of his left nutsack, and it's like the funniest shit to him.

Jada, on the other hand, rolled her eyes in grimace. Chris had pushed way too far. She believes that was a low blow, except in this case... a high blow since the only thing resembling balls was her shaven cranium.

"You're laughing... Chris just tainted my good name and you're laughing!" Scolded Jada as she slapped Will at the back of his head, "Now get up there and bestow a punishment fit for a motherfucker befouling my very being!"

"Affirmative, babycakes..." Obeyed Will willingly, wiping his tears.

Basking at the raining claps, Chris Rock embraced every praise he could get. 

"That was a nice one! I'm out here... uh oh Richard! Haw Haw Haw" Chris was suddenly interrupted when saw someone standing up.

There, walking towards the stage was Will Smith, emotionless and equipped with cold-blooded eyes. He struts like a badass but deep inside he'd been defeated.

Chris Rock, laughing like a villain, leaned a bit forward, expecting a kiss on the lips. As he reclined, his sight can't steer clear out of Will Smith's crotch. Plus, there's the fact that Will Smith's walking around with a massive boner.

"Now I know why they casted you in King Richard... I'm sensin' royalty in that erection GODDAMN!" Chris Rock criticizes, "That's the greatest casting I've ever..."

Before Chris knew it, Will Smith threw a sneaky wallop across his face, sending him off into orbit.

THWACK!

Chris Rock hit the deck flat as a pancake on the ground, stomach first.

"GET MY WIFE'S NAME OUT OF YO' FUCKIN' MOUTH!!!" King Richard gave his commandment, "Take my coal-black cock in instead!"

"I'm going to, Okay?" Chris said, unable to come up with a plausible refusal.

Will afterwards flexed his entire body hard until his suit spontaneously ripped apart, leaving him muscularly naked and showing the academy the most ruthless looking penis ever seen on screen. A chode worthy of its own award category.

Will's tubby porridge cannon measured at five inch in diameter and sixteen inches in length with a pink head peaking through the black bush - the grass hadn't been cut for a while and provided good cover. It was wrinkled by the time it reached fifty, yet the youthful ferocity never left its side.

The father of two then clutched whatever was left of Chris Rock's hair so the latter can face his rotundness. Afterwards he thrusts his flesh prince inside Chris Rock's oral.

"Oh yeah! You mentioning my wife got me so fucking turned on!!" Will moaned, patting Chris' head affectionately just as he face-fucked him. 

"Here have that dirty mouth of yours some cough syrup" Smith adds as his ebony throbber prepares to cleanse Chris' mouth with cock syrup.

The crowd, who had watched the whole Bro-job in a state of frozen shock, narrowed their eyes in anguish after Will Smith vivaciously backwash powerful eruption of his thick wad inside Chris Rock's throat.

Downing a long gulp, Chris Rock winced for his esophagus almost gagged at the salty flavor.

"Now you see why you don't talk about my momma like that"

Just when the audience thought it was over, Will Smith circled around the rear, where he paused for a longer inspection of that delicious fat ass.

Then he grinned so wide it was affirmed by the crowd what the nominee was going to do.

"Wait!" Chris declared, "Don't tell me your going to..."

"Shit yeah I will" Smith replied.