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Climax Control Archives / Surfs Up, Dudes
« on: July 23, 2015, 12:57:57 AM »
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Boody Pussy


I walked backstage after the show, everything had gone down as planned, everything was fucking PERFECT. Recap from the beginning, I walk in and I am instantly fucking bothered by Pussy Willow, like can a dude walk in the fucking door? Unreal sometimes, unreal. Pussy kept bugging, literally fucking following me, like go away, no means no. Then she says something about me not having made an impact in months, so fucking funny, stopped me in my tracks. I mean, SCW World Tag Team Championship on my fucking shoulder, and just like I told her, Danger Zone is the most dangerous fucking thing in the SCW, and tonight we proved that. I told her that she will be shocked at what goes down tonight, and you can bet your ass that she is. I exhaled, I was still in the same clothes as I was at the beginning of the night, a pair of faded blue Express jeans, a plain white tank top, and a pair of black and white Puma shoes, and of course I had my SCW World Tag Team Championship around my waist. My AOWF Legacy Championship was with Desiree, she had it in my gym bag and was meeting me back at the hotel, I was walking backstage and guess who the fuck I bumped into? Microphone in hand and everything, dressed in her skimpy little sun dress and high heels, Ms. Pussy fucking Willow! Whoopty doo! I let out a laugh, sort of a "this is unreal" type of laugh as I shook my head, looking forward at Pussy, man that sounds so wrong saying it like that. Anyways, looking forward at her as she stood with her right foot stuck out, her arms crossed below her tits, and a microphone in her right hand, confident smirk on her face as well. I nodded my head, stopping, placing my hands on my hips as I stared forward.

| Andrew Watts |
”Of course, why wouldn’t you be waiting for me as I am leaving? You stalk me when I arrive, now you stalk me when I leave, that is classic!”

She shakes her head, still has that confident smirk on her face, I kind of want to just grab a wet nap and wipe it right off but, eh, fuck it. That would probably result in some kind of sexual harassment case knowing my luck. I stood there, awaiting her response, as she cleared her throat, put the microphone aside and responded.

| Pussy Willow |
“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew. You wouldn’t give me what I wanted earlier in the night, I even tried my best to piss you off, thinking it would get you into an interview, and it still didn’t. All you said was that Danger Zone is so dominant, but, I just see a tag team, trying to throw themselves into stable contention so that they are the big thing in SCW, because they feel threatened by the Nobodies...”

I shake my head and chuckle, this bitch has jokes, okay, I see. I was going to be totally okay with her, lucky for her, Desiree wasn’t around to bite her head off. I shook my head once more as I looked towards her and responded.

| Andrew Watts |
”Hey Pussy...”

I paused, that just didn’t fucking sound right, at all.

| Andrew Watts |
“Erh, hey Vagina, how about that interview?”

She smiled, knowing she was about to get what she wanted, then her smile turned to a confused look as she arched her right eyebrow at me, staring towards me with a questioned look on her face and a question at the tip of her tongue.

| Pussy Willow |
“Wait, did you just call me Vagina? It’s PUSSY!”

Fuck, I was just trying to be proper and shit, I guess she didn’t like being called Vag, oh well, sucks for her then.

| Andrew Watts |
“Uh, yeah, it’s more proper than Pussy...”

| Pussy Willow |
“But Pussy is my name…”

| Andrew Watts |
“And pussy is my game! Let’s get this interview rolling baby.”

She paused for a second, looking around, then she rolled her eyes and starting speaking again.

| Pussy Willow |
“Alright, so where exactly was that whole Danger Zone will shock me and Danger Zone will shine tonight, more than I'll ever imagine or whatever? Was Danger Zone even  on the show? Did I miss something?”

I couldn’t help but laugh in her face, this bitch was clearly still salty that I didn’t give her the interview that she wanted, or maybe it’s because she wants Ethan’s dick and he is off putting it in Lucy Seraphina. Regardless of what it is, Pussy Willow is one salty woman right now, and all of the salt is going towards me, time to throw some pepper her way.

| Andrew Watts |
“You’re pretty funny, but uh, Tampax called earlier, they said your tampon change is a bit overdue there, you might want to jump on that. Also, you might want to schedule a few Doctors appointments, you know, check the eyes, check the ears. Why the eyes? Well, because anyone who didn’t see Danger Zone shine tonight, is clearly blind as fuck, and the ears? Well because all the backstage chatter is about Danger Zone this, and Danger Zone that. I don’t hear shit about a Nobody, do you? No, I didn’t think so.”

She scoffed, shaking her head with a bit of a disgusted look, this bitch did NOT like me one bit.

| Pussy Willow |
“First off, I do not need a tampon change, I did that about 20 minutes ago, thank you. I...”

I started laughing and instantly cut her off, I was just fucking around because she was being moody, but clearly I hit the spot there.

| Andrew Watts |
“Hold up, hold up! Did you really just give the whole SCW Universe here on the Climax Control Post Show your fucking tampon changing schedule? I mean, should you honestly be wearing a dress so short if you’re bleeding from your “Pussy Willow” down there? Pun intended...”

| Pussy Willow |
“Excuse me, but...”

I threw my arms up in the air, taking a step backwards, and continuing to poke fun at her with my sarcastic slash asshole tone.

| Andrew Watts |
“Hey, you are excused! I think I saw a Women’s restroom right around the corner actually, I mean, wouldn’t want the leakage to start going down those completely uncovered legs now would we? But before you are excused, let me ask you one question Pussy, ha. Do you like to get down and dirty, during your period? Use the blood as a little extra slip and slide action? Tell me, do you?”

There was a fire in her eyes that was NOT going to be put out anytime soon, I should probably feel scared, I could feel a bitch slap coming as she clenched her fists together, and screamed lightly, stomping her foot against the floor.

| Pussy Willow |
“You are a fucking asshole, fuck the interview, and fuck you. I hope Danger Zone gets fired, all of you.”

Pussy threw her mini tantrum and then walked away, likely to change her tampon, again. I just stood there, laughing under my breath, turning my laugh into a cocky smile as I watched her stomp off, giving dirty looks to everyone who walked by and looked at her. She was pretty sexy, I’ll give her that, I’d hit it, if I was like 15 years older. I guess uh, the interview is a no go then, seems that way at least. Pussy definitely hated me, I don’t think she will be doing any more interviews with me, on the bright side for that, I have my own personal interviewer in Desiree, and of course Ms. 40 Gallon Milk Jugs, AKA Ms. Rocky Mountains loves me. I shook my head, slapping my SCW World Tag Team Championship that was still resting on my shoulder, as I began to walk towards the exits, hopefully Pussy wouldn’t change her tampon really quick, and chase me down, if she does I hope she at least washes her dirty fingers, don’t want none of that shit near me. I continued to laugh to myself, I am an asshole, and I love it. I pushed through the doors as I made my way to the Superstar parking lot, Danger Zone had one hell of a night, and anyone who thinks otherwise, you need to get your shit straight, because it’s far too crooked right now.



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The Who Boys?


Danger Zone showed off last week, we kicked ass, we kicked more ass, Ethan kicked some ass, I kicked some ass, Mikah kicked some ass, Mikah officially joined Danger Zone, and Desiree just looked bad and sexy as fuck. Now they decide that it is time that Ethan Alexander and Andrew Watts, the founders and the heart and brains of Danger Zone put our newly won SCW World Tag Team Championships on the line, we get to face the famous SCW Tag Team of the Surf Boys. The Surf Boys and Danger Zone, sounds like an interesting mix, except I didn’t know shit about the Surf Boys, so I had to do my research of course, and I think it paid off. I stood here, cameras rolling. I looked sexy as fuck, my hair was spiked backwards, my white and grey Armani Exchange shirt showed off my arms perfectly, my low boot cut Express light blue Express jeans looked great and my black leather boots that I had just recently bought, well, they completed the outfit. I smirked, staring forward at the cameras, and well, here it goes, I began to speak.

| Andrew Watts |
”SCW Universe, did you fucking miss me? I bet you didn’t, why? Because I’m a degenerate asshole, but I am also the reason the SCW sells, the reason the SCW is still live and kicking full force, I am the reason that SCW in SCW, and why? Because we all know, I am the damn greatest thing in Sin City Wrestling. Everything I say, happens, everything I promise, I do. Did you see what I promised at the beginning of the show last Sunday? I told the world that they would be shocked, that Danger Zone would fucking run the show, shine like fucking stars, and did we? You can bet your ass we did. It all started with me, being me, ignoring that ignorant bitch of an interviewer, and then making my promise, to everyone out there, a promise I kept. Danger Zone would run the night, be the highlights of the show, and we fucking were. I’m pretty sure Ethan banged that Lucy chick, nearly got that on camera too, shit the cameraman tried following them into the locker room from what I seen, anyways, brownie points for him because she is cute, and she must have had that magic vagina too because Ethan was on fucking fire in his match. Did you see that? Casey Williams, who the fuck is Casey Williams? This dude walks out to the ring, all big and tall and thinking that he is some kind of fucking bad ass, but he forgot one thing. He was walking straight into the Danger Zone, ha, that’s fucking right. A little tactical work by me to get the referee to look away for a second, a tactical low blow by Ethan, which is totally okay by the way when the referee isn’t looking, and then, the Ultimate Sin from Ethan! Casey’s face crash off of that canvas and it sounded like a sheet of glass just shattering, he might want to get his nose checked or something, oh and of course, the one, two, three. Ethan wins, Danger Zone continues their little, road of destruction. We then went on to beat the fuck out of Casey and his partner J2H and all I have been hearing, is why? Why? Simple, because we fucking felt like it, that is why. But, the biggest part of the night came when Desiree Parker, uh, Desiree...”

I smirk as I look to my side and walking into the camera picture, is of course the stunningly sexy Desiree Parker. Desiree has her normal resting bitch face, which is always slapped across her face, kinda like how Kim Kardashian always has a dick in her somehow. Anyways, I watched Desiree walk into the frame, a pair of black leather SEXY heel boots, a pair of tight jeans, no clue what brand, maybe FCUK or something, and a white tank top that was way too small for her, and really showed off the Double D titties. Desiree gave me a nice, slow kiss on the cheek, turned to the camera and gave it a cocky smirk, as she began to speak.

| Desiree Parker |
”I’ll take over from her sweetheart..”

I nodded my head, smiling at her as she stood right beside me, staring towards the camera.

| Andrew Watts |
”You do your thing babe.”

She nodded her head, and with that, she was off, and when she talked, it scared people, I’ve seen this woman make bitches cry. I told her to TRY to pretend she actually had a little bit of a heart today, lets see how it goes.

| Desiree Parker |
”So Andrew here is just rushing through the night, obviously he is rushing, so that he can get to the best part of the night, the part of the night where I made sure that Danger Zone shined brighter than it has ever shined in it’s history, and I did just that. I mean, what I did was just as great as the moment that Watts and Ethan captured the SCW World Tag Team Championships, if not better. I walked my sexy little self down the entrance ramp, I got in the ring, right after Mikah had just made that ugly redheaded cunt tap out, Amanda Whoretez or whatever, and I stood tall in the ring, even though I’m quite short, I was the tallest Bombshell in that ring. It was quite funny, because when I stood there toe to toe, nose to nose with Mikah, I could smell the fear on her. It's funny because she knew EXACTLY what was going down, she knew the plan just as good as all of us, and for some reason when she got too close to me, I could see the anxiety in her eyes, and hey, who could blame her? I'm a scary fucking bitch, we all know that. Then the bitch decided to put her finger on my chest, that sort of crossed the line, that wasn't planned, and I was thinking about just ripping her damn finger off, but I kept my cool. I smirked, I nodded my head, and then I took out my anger that I had at Mikah for touching me, on Amanda Whoretez, we both did. That poor little redheaded cunt didn't even see it coming. So then Mikah smiles at me, and yeah, I let out a smirk too, and then Whoretez thought it would be a good idea to stand up, and I was quite impressed because Mikah fucking nailed her with the SCW Bombshell Championship. You know, the belt that would be around my waist if I competed regularly in the SCW ring, anyways, Mikah knocked her out, and then I did something that nobody expected. I introduced Mikah into Danger Zone, oh and I also gave all of you lucky, horny little fans a nice view of my perfect little ladies, in my sexy black bra. Yeah, I'm sure that was the highlight of the night for all of our male viewers, especially the little horny teenage boys, watching it on repeat, playing with their little pre-puberty dicks while they stared at my Double Ds. Sorry if I am not supposed to use words like these on camera, if I'm not I can just you know, tone it up a bit and use some more, because I don't really give a fuck.”

Desiree smirks, she was showing off her boobs pretty good today too, covered by her bra and tank top, not nearly as much as she showed on Climax Control, but still enough to get any straight man horny. I couldn’t wait to have fun with those after we shut the cameras off. I watched her as she looked over at me, giving me a half smirk and asking me a question.

| Desiree Parker |
”So, Mr. Danger Zone Leader, what was your favorite moment of the night that Danger Zone took over? Was it, Ethan winning? You being all bad ass? Mikah being introduced? Or these sexy, big, perfectly shaped girls coming out of my Danger Zone shirt?”

As she said that, she grabbed her boobs and squeezed them, and I couldn’t help but start to feel a bulge in my jeans. Sorry, too much? I don’t give a fuck. I nodded my head as she stuck her tongue out and I gave her a smirk.

| Andrew Watts |
”I know you mentioned four things, but I’m going to go with option five. Option five being, what I did to you in the hotel room bathroom after the show on Sunday, but uh, lets keep those dirty details off camera, shall we? I think we shall.”

Desiree smirked, rolling her eyes as she playfully slapped my lower shoulder, turning to the camera as she began to speak again.

| Desiree Parker |
”So this week my man, Andrew Watts, and his partner Ethan Alexander, they defend their Championships against the Surf Boys. These two are probably two of the premature idiots that I mentioned who were busy playing with themselves when I took my shirt off last Sunday, lucky for them I will be at ringside on Sunday, and I’ll be sure to wear something very revealing. I mean lets be honest, it’s not an illegal distraction, when my man’s opponent is stuck staring at my gorgeous assets, it’s just nature at it’s finest. It’s perfect boobs, and a horny guy who wished he had them, caught staring in the ring, caught just long enough for my man to hit him with the Highlight, and capture the win. The four of us are quite the dynamic team, and by four I mean, Andrew, myself, and my two assets, right baby?”

I nod my head, Desiree was CLEARLY very horny at the moment, I could tell by the fact that she kept touching, and talking about her tits, very much like her when she is in the mood to rip my jeans off, but as I said, that would have to wait. I smirked, as I rubbed my hand down her lower back, giving her a light playful smack on her left butt cheek. She jumped a bit, biting her bottom lip as she shook her head at me. I looked forward at the cameras, not going to lie she was making me feel it as well, so I’d better end this quick. I began to speak about my opponents, something quick.

| Andrew Watts |
”Danger Zone and the Surf Boys, that just honestly does not sound right, it doesn’t sound fair, and it’s just, pointless. I get it, the SCW wants to give us a tune up match, but this? This is more like a little sparring class for us, I mean are these guys even professional wrestlers, or are they just amateurs that the SCW brings up when they need to give someone a match and are do desperate for another tag team, that they have to use the Surf Boys. Maybe I can sign one of your surf boards after I whoop your asses all over the ring, give you an autograph to remember the greatest fucking wrestler that you ever stepped foot in the ring with, that would be a nice present, wouldn’t it? Of course, that would be right after I Highlight both of your asses, and make you both my bitches, as I do to most. Don’t forget something Surf Boys, I have never in my SCW career been pinned in a Tag Team Match. Ethan Alexander has never in his SCW career been pinned, ever. So your chances of getting a pin fall on either of us, very slim, which makes your chances of winning, even more slim. I mean, let's face it, the names say it all. Surf Boys in the Danger Zone. You don’t swim or surf in the Danger Zone, and this Sunday, you two losers will learn that. Danger Zone gets its first successful SCW World Tag Team Championship Title Defense, and the Surf Boys go Surfing back home, to get high and watch Sharknado, calling it the best movie ever, whatever it is that you loser stoner surfer cocks do. As for Sunday, it will be nothing but Highlights for you two, and in case you forgot, not the good kind of Highlights, the kind of Highlights where I wrap my arms around your neck and smash you face first into the canvas. That Highlight, get ready. Oh, and don’t forget your boards, so I can sign them after, I’ll use your blood as ink, if you don’t mind us making things a bit messy.”

I smirk as I signal for the cameras to be shut off, and they are! I signal for the cameramen to get the hell out and they are quick to do so. The Surf Boys are not going to know what hit them, wait, what just hit me? I felt a handful grabbing my, oh, Desiree, of course. I could tell she wanted it. Just as I looked down, well, lets just say that it was basically that time for a...

Climax…


 
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Climax Control Archives / Danger | Zone
« on: June 05, 2015, 01:11:36 AM »
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Post Dinner


Debra Alexander, talk about asking for a fucking fight with the British Bitch herself, Desiree Parker. I sat there in shock, not really able to do or say much… if I defended Debra, Desiree would probably rip my throat out… if I defended Desiree, well… Debra would somehow find a way to make the problem worse… probably by going into detail about the time we fucked… which would just set Desiree completely off. I watched as they finally ended the argument, Desiree told her off good… and Debra was speechless, but she still managed to have the last word, flicking her hair in the face of Desiree and then rubbing her long and fake fingernails across my chest. to top things off... Debra invited me up to her room, right in front of Desiree... and then she made her way to her room. I thought Desiree would rip her apart, and I was honestly shocked that she didn't... I was just waiting to see how bad I was going to get ripped for this, even though it happened over 5 years ago..

| Andrew Watts |
”So...”

Fast forward a bit. I broke the silence with the word “so.” We had left Ethan’s house about 15 minutes earlier, and we were driving, and a word still had not been said. Why the fuck would I even agree to a dinner at Ethan’s mother’s house? I mean, I should have known that this could have only ended in a fucking disaster, and it sure as hell did… plus, I fucking hated Wisconsin, who the hell liked being in Wisconsin? That’s where Ethan is originally from by the way… Desiree was a bit confused when I said we were invited to dinner at Ethan’s, and then we got on a plane… I guess she expected Ethan’s place in Vegas, not his actual mansion back in Wisconsin where he was raised. I continued to drive, my right hand on the upper arch of the leather steering wheel, going about 75 MPH as I stared forward, Desiree replied to my one word silence breaker… her tone did not sound happy, in a way I couldn’t blame her… in another, it was ages ago.

| Desiree Parker |
”Yeah… so...”

I nodded my head, not replying right away as I bit my bottom lip… what the fuck do I even say? Apologize? No, not for something that happened over 5 years ago… comfort her? I wasn’t good at this shit, it wasn’t really my thing… I just kinda, kept on driving… what the fuck else was I supposed to do? I exhaled, and Desiree started...

| Desiree Parker |
”Why the fuck would you even put your dick inside something as disgusting as her…?.”

The question kind of wanted me to pull my hair out… like, really? Clearly not the best fucking thing to ask. I kept my cool, taking a couple of short breaths, hitting the gas a bit more as the speedometer hit 80 MPH and I responded.

| Andrew Watts |
”Oh my god… it was forever ago Desiree… it wasn’t the greatest decision of my life, I am pretty aware.”

| Desiree Parker |
”She is fucking disgusting, trashy, old, a whore… I mean… were you drunk? Were you that horny? Was it that long? What the fuck Andrew…”

| Andrew Watts |
”I said it was FOREVER ago, and it was not a great decision, but fucking shit happens. What do you want me to do, apologize? It’s not like I cheated on you or something..”

| Desiree Parker |
”No, I don’t want you to apologize. It’s just, dumb… this is dumb.”

Oh boy, I hope she was not about to go there again, talking about how our relationship wasn’t going anywhere… how we did the same shit over and over… howit was getting old, what the fuck did she want me to do? Throw her random parties every other day, go out partying all night and get hammered and make horrible decisions like I did with Ethan’s mom? Oh, the fucking joy of dating someone who wasn’t exactly as mature as me yet. I took a deep breath, exhaling and continuing to step on the gas, hitting 85 MPH now as I shook my head, not replying.

| Desiree Parker |
”You want to slow down a bit…? I don’t feel like going through the windshield today.”

| Andrew Watts |
”What the fuck? You are acting like I have never drove like this before… this isn’t even that fast, and you know it… don’t give me that shit right now. It happened forever ago, it was a mistake, get over it.”

| Desiree Parker |
”I am over it Andrew, I didn’t even mention anything about it… you are the one who just brought it up again.”

| Andrew Watts |
”Right, of course I did… why would it be anyone else’s fault? It’s always Andrews fault isn’t it? Whatever...”

| Desiree Parker |
”You sound 12… grow up...”

| Andrew Watts |
Don’t tell me to grow up… ha… ha…. ha… that is the last thing you should be telling me, alright? I am sick of this shit, do you even want to fucking be with me? Either be with me and be happy, accept it… or fucking get lost… because I can’t handle this one second hot, and one second cold bullshit that you have been doing for weeks now. It is old… it is immature… and it is fucking ridiculous… so just, fucking pick....”

My tone was starting to get a bit angry, I was really getting fucking sick of this bullshit. It was the same thing, every other day, every day, sometimes every few hours. It happened last week, it started getting better, and now… bam, once again. Over what? Over nothing. I shook my head. I hit 90 MPH, and so she wouldn’t bitch even more, I let my foot off of the gas, the car starting to neutralize and slow down a bit, and then I heard her voice again...here we go...

| Desiree Parker |
”Wow… so you’re giving me a choice now eh? Stay or go, is that how this is?”

| Andrew Watts |
”I don’t want to sound like the asshole who gives that option… but yes, it is getting fucking old and I am getting sick of it. We were perfectly fine, for months… everything was great, and now out of nowhere you have a fucking problem with everything… like, what is your deal? Are you over me, are you over us? If you are, just fucking say it...”

| Desiree Parker |
”Ha, of course you go there… what the fuck kind of questions are those, Andrew? You are an idiot… you are dumb… what the fuck is wrong with you? I… I can’t stand when you say fucking stupid shit.”

I laughed sarcastically, her reply didn’t really make any sense… was she at a loss of words because I basically gave her an ultimatum? Or was she really this fucking crazy that she didn’t fucking know what the fuck to say? I was getting more irritated by the second, and I knew that this conversation was not going to end good. I exhaled, not really sure what to say, but I talked anyways… my tone getting a bit deeper, I was obviously not too happy..

| Andrew Watts |
”Look Desiree… there is nothing wrong with me. I have been treating you the same… I have been completely normal, I put up with all of this shit, I put up with your mood swings… I fucking sit here and go through all of this shit.. and on top of it? I have my fucking career to worry about to. It’s not a little thing Desiree, I am a big deal… and if my mind isn’t clear, I can’t clearly focus on that. So just, fucking decide… figure out what you want, what the fuck is wrong, and just… I don’t know....”

| Desiree Parker |
”It just kind of scares me… this, this shit right here… it scares me.”

| Andrew Watts |
”What scares you? Me raising my voice? Me telling you what is the truth? Not everything in life is easy Desiree, and not everyone is going to treat you perfect because you are cute, have a sexy body and can blow them good. So what the fuck scares you? Because, none of this makes sense to me...”

Her tone instantly changed as she gets a bit choked up, her tone no longer angry, more so worried and soft.

| Desiree Parker |
”It scares me that I’m falling in love with you...”

I shook my head in frustration, expecting her to say something dumb… and then it really hit me, what she said, I heard it again in my head, over and over. I stopped shaking my head. My anger kind of, calmed. I didn’t say anything, my foot was just somewhat on the gas, not pushing, not resisting. Desiree had gone quiet… and so had I. This is what all of this was about? Her, feeling emotions she has never felt, and being scared? This kind of made me feel even more like an asshole now… one for her finding out about Ethan’s mom and having to go through that earlier… and two for her having to listen to all of the bitching I just put on her. Talk about feeling like an asshole, but kind of feeling pretty damn good at the same time. I just, was the feeling mutual? I exhaled, and didn’t really reply I just looked at her, rubbing my hand against her left thigh, she looked up at me, nervously… and I nodded my head, flashing her a smile. I don’t know if I had the same feelings, yet… but this gave me some comfort, knowing that… I guess we would be okay. I exhaled, turning my focus back to the road as I continued to drive.



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Dangerous Zones


I nodded my head, sitting in my dressing room. I was dressed in a pair of faded blue Diesel jeans, a black and white Danger Zone t-shirt that read DZ across the chest and “Taking over SCW… one Zone at a time” on the back. Kind of cheesy, I know… but apparently shit like this sells, and the more it sells, the more money we make, so… fuck it. I smirked, taking a few steps across the locker room, coming to the black leather couch that was in the corner of my locker room. Saudi Arabia, I had never fucking been here… I have been all over, but never here… go fucking figure, we are legit touring the fucking world if we are in a spot that I have never been before… because, I’ve been everywhere..

| Andrew Watts |
”Ahh… my baby...”

I smiled as I looked down at the black leather couch… sitting on the middle cushion was one of my most prized possessions. The Championship that I never lost, the Championship that I never gave back… the Championship that I still took with me, everywhere. The AOWF Legacy Championship. I took down opponent after opponent in a huge rumble for this Championship, and I successfully defended it each defense… and I took it with me, and I kept it… 5 years it has been mine, and it will forever stay that way. I reached down, grabbing it, picking it up, staring right at it. I nodded my head confidently, my reflection literally showing in the gold centerplate of the Championship. I smiled as I continued to look at it.

| Andrew Watts |
”Fucking perfection… Legacy is definitely the right name… Legacy… Legacy… Legacy...”

I slap the AOWF Championship over my shoulder as I nod my head, confidence flowing in my veins, oh yeah baby. I nod my head as I make my way for the locker room door, placing my hand on the metal door knob, twisting and pulling it open. I exited into the backstage corridor area as I pulled the door shut behind me. I looked to my right, and then to my left, shrugging a shoulder. I began to walk to my right, and right when I turned a corner I quickly came face to face… with Desiree Parker. She smirked, nodding her head as she looked forward at me.

| Andrew Watts |
”Ah Ms. Parker, exactly where I wanted you… ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you...to the personal interviewer, and manager of Andrew Watts… Desiree Parker.”

Desiree smirks, nodding her head as she runs her hand back through her hair. She was glowing with confidence as well, I think we really had something going here Danger Zone was taking off, and fast… already more successful than those garbage REJECTS.I smirk, nodding my head as she responds to me.

| Desiree Parker |
”The Bad Girl… turns dangerous… talk about a dangerous combination. I hope that the SCW Universe is ready for this… and I hope that the SCW Universe is ready for this interview because it is the first ever OFFICIAL Desiree Parker interview… Andrew, are you ready?”

Desiree looks at me as I nod my head in confidence, she nods her head as well. Clapping her hands together, a confident smirk on her face as she continues on.

| Desiree Parker |
”Then lets get this shit rolling… first off, Andrew Watts… how does it feel to be the first ever person to be interviewed by the official dangerous interviewer… Desiree Parker?”

| Andrew Watts |
”Oh it feels fantastic Desiree. I am very honored to be the first person that you ever interview… however you should feel just as honored, maybe even more honored… because the first person you are interviewing is Andrew Watts… and the only person you will be interviewing is Andrew Watts Just to make that clear to anyone who thinks that they can contact Desiree for interviews… she is a PERSONAL interviewer, that means she only interviews me… she only manages me… and she only manages Danger Zone… because of me.”

| Desiree Parker |
”You… you… you… that is correct, Andrew. Speaking of me, Desiree Parker as the official manager of Danger Zone, how do you feel about that? How well do you think it will work out having The Bad Girl as your manager?”

| Andrew Watts |
”Danger Zone is exactly what the name says...it’s a danger to anyone in our zone… our zone is the ring, and when Ethan and I step into it together, it becomes an instant danger to those who are stepped in it with us… but with the addition of you, The Dangerous Girl, as I like to call you now… on the outside of the ring, cheering us on, and managing us, making sure all goes as planned, we will become just that much more dangerous. The addition of Desiree Parker does not only make us better… it makes us stronger… more lethal… oh, and it sure as hell makes us even better looking, can’t forget that part”

| Desiree Parker |
”No, you definitely can’t forget that part… that is quite the important part. I have to say that I agree with everything you said there Andrew. The addition of myself to Danger Zone, well it is going to be one of the best things that could have happened… because my presence will always be felt… and trust me, nobody wants to fuck with the Bad Girl… now, Danger Zone finally debuts in SCW this Sunday against R.O.A.R. Tell us Andrew, how do you feel about Danger Zone debuting?”

| Andrew Watts |
”Beyond confident, I think it is a given that we are going to destroy and demolish anything that stands in our way… we have already made our presence felt, and we will continue to do so, with anyone who stands in our way. Unfortunately for R.O.A.R. this week, it will be them who stands in our way… and well… the poor so called rebels, they know exactly what is coming to them, and they can’t do anything about it.”

| Desiree Parker |
”And R.O.A.R. How do you feel about stepping into the ring with R.O.A.R…?”

| Andrew Watts |
”Well, what happened when Alex Kaelin and Andrew Watts stepped into the ring with R.O.A.R…? That is right, I destroyed them… oh, and Kaelin helped a bit, he was a decent distraction. But just think about it Desiree, think about it SCW Universe… if I was able to destroy the rebels with a garbage partner like Alex Kaelin, then what difference is it going to make when I step into the ring with a partner that I have actually teamed with before? With someone I trust… with someone who I know is just as consistent and impressive in the ring as… well, myself. Exactly. R.O.A.R. has no idea what the fuck is about to hit them. Ethan Alexander is no joke, Andrew Watts is the quickest rising superstar in SCW history, and when you put those two together in the ring… managed by Desiree Parker… there is only one thing that is going to happen to R.O.A.R. That is right… Highlight… Highlight… Highlight.. and maybe a few SINs from Ethan as well. The Rebels on a Rampage are in for a loooong…. loooong night”

| Desiree Parker |
”Speaking of that match… the SCW World Tag Team Champions, Steve Ramone and Joshua Acquin will be at ringside… commentating on the match. Will that play any effect in the outcome, or the gameplan of Danger Zone? How do you feel about these two sitting at ringside?”

| Andrew Watts |
”I could care less to be honest. If these two want to watch, and talk shit from ringside, then so be it. If they want to be idiots and get involved… well, then they can.. and they will end up with the Rebels, completely knocked out, wishing that they never got involved. Steve Ramone, Joshua Acquin, I have a little bit of news for you two, a few tips… stay the fuck at the announce table, because if you try to interfere, you will regret it. You think Ethan and I pissing on your door handles and beating you down in back to back weeks was bad? Just fucking wait until you actually get in our way… it will be the biggest regrets of your poor, worthless lives. So my advice? Stay away from the fucking ring, while you still can… because sooner or later, we will step in the ring together… and those SCW World Tag Team Championships WILL change hands… and one of them, right around this waist, right here...”

| Desiree Parker |
”Speaking of Championships… you have a Championship on your shoulder right now… I believe it says, AOWF Legacy Champion? What is that exactly Andrew, and why did you just randomly decide to start carrying it around again?”

| Andrew Watts |
”Ahhh… I didn’t just randomly decide to bring it out. I have actually carried this Championship with me since I won it over 5 years ago. I have brought it with me everywhere, every federation, every event, every match. I haven’t brought it out as much as I want, but it is a Championship that you will start to see a lot. I have held this Championship for over 5 years, it hasn’t been defended for over 5 years, but it is one of my most prized possessions. The Alliance of Wrestling Federations Legacy Championships. Back in 2009, the top wrestling federations all got together for one huge event… the best of each federation competing in matches. I was picked to represent the PWO in the big one, the AOWF Legacy Championship match… I found myself in a huge match, an 8 an elimination match at the debut event... a match where I became the first ever and ONLY AOWF Legacy Championship. I defended the Championship successfully every time I put it on the line... twice in AOWF, once in PWO, and three times in other federations which got to hold the events of the month… and I kept on taking down the best that they had to offer… until as everyone knows, I landed awkwardly… and completely destroyed my back. However I made sure that the Championship stayed with me. The AOWF Legacy Title has only seen one owner, and it never will see another… AOWF may be long gone, but the Legacy Title? It is still right here, owned by Andrew Watts… for nearly 6 long years now.”

| Desiree Parker |
”Interesting… and very… very impressive. I believe that you will look extremely sexy with the SCW World Tag Team Championship around your waist, and the AOWF Legacy Championship around your shoulder. Andrew, is there anything else you want to say to R.O.A.R. before your match this week?”

| Andrew Watts |
”Eh… Dark Tiger, you have had enough… you were Welcomed to Las Vegas by Ethan last week… and a few weeks ago you were Highlighted and pinned for the one… two… three… so the only thing I really have to say, is to Big Tiger. You have had it easy, at least with Danger Zone… and that is about to change. Dark Tiger has had his share of bad moments against us, and he still will get a beatdown this Sunday. But Big Tiger, it will be you who falls victim this Sunday… when I stalk you. watching. waiting… and out of nowhere smash your neck and face into the canvas with my beautiful Highlight… you and Dark Tiger will both have officially been victims of the Highlight… and then… Steve Ramone, and Joshua Acquin… we are coming for you… enjoy you precious gold, because you won’t have it for long.”

With that said, I nod my head, confidently smirking as I take a step towards Desiree… grabbing her by her hair, pulling her into my and planting a quick kiss on her lips. I smirk at her as she gives me a cocky smirk right back. I nod my head as she reaches down and grabs my hand. Danger Zone was in full effect, and R.O.A.R. had no idea what was about to hit them. Desiree and I turned our backs to the cameras, beginning to walk away… this was only the beginning… and we planned on having a long… long road ahead… correction, not planned.. plan… SCW World Tag Team Champions, that is the first step… of many.

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Climax Control Archives / The Only REJECT Left
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Tired of Her Shit


Are you ever at that point where you feel like nothing can go wrong? Like you are at the top of the world, everything is going absolutely perfect for you, and it just keeps getting better, and better? Doesn’t it feel amazing? Lets look at what it was like a couple of months ago...

...10 match win streak in SCW…
...Blast from the Past tournament winner…
...Undefeated and never pinned in any SCW match…
...Number One Contender for the SCW World Championship…
...Amazing girlfriend who gets you, and actually makes you happy…
...Sex… sex that is just as good as being the Number One Contender…
...Wouldn’t you say that this sounds like everything is just fucking perfect? I would…

But then of course, April and May came along… how does the phrase go? Something about April Showers? Something about… when it rains, it pours? Yeah, I know… two different phrases, but I like to mix them together for the time being. Now, fast forward a bit, that’s right, there you go. Okay, so… are you ever at that point where you feel like nothing can go right? Like you are at the bottom of everything, everything is going absolutely horrible for you, and it just keeps getting worse, and worse? Doesn’t it feel suffocating? I mean, come on now… lets look at what exactly has fucking happened in April and May…

...First loss, not pinned, okay…
...Second loss, pinned in SCW Championship match…
...Back to back losses, every streak that was going, ended…
...That amazing girlfriend? Slowly starting to change, frustrating…
...Oh and the good sex? Starting to feel like dry humping a damn pillow…
...What the fuck just happened? How the fuck does life turn upside down that quick…

I laid there on my back, in bed, completely unclothed. Desiree had her legs split over my hips, her shins and knees against the bed, and my legs. She continued to ride me, my hands on her ass, my mind... not really here... not feeling it, once again, as usual. Desiree's body exploded, she screamed out, her body shaking and convulsing. Her orgasm was so intense that tears began to drip from her eyes, mixing with her black mascara as they dripped down the side of her face. She pushed off of me, I slipped out of her as she laid next to me in bed, curling up into a ball like figure, her one hand between her legs, her other covering her breasts.

| Andrew Watts |
”Uh… I wasn’t finished...”

| Desiree Parker |
”Oh, you weren’t? Well.. I finished...”

| Andrew Watts |
”Oh okay, well… good for you, happy I could help. Do you want to like...”

| Desiree Parker |
”No thanks, just go jerk off or something.”

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah, whatever.”

| Desiree Parker |
”Maybe next time, I’m tired.”

Yeah, and I am annoyed and sick of this fucking shit… I can’t remember the last time she actually got me off. This was great sex, literally mind blowing… and for a month and a half now it has become… well, garbage. Desiree climbs on me, finds her spot, rubs on it until she cums… hops off, and that is it. Doesn’t wait for me to get off, doesn't finish me off with her hand or mouth after… just herself, completely selfish act. Bullshit, literally… bullshit. I rolled my eyes, exhaling as I reached down, grabbing my blue striped Calvin Klein boxers, and pulling them up over my legs, covering myself with them as I laid back on the pillow… and she started again…

| Desiree Parker |
”I don’t know… maybe we need to just, go back to being friends again...”

| Andrew Watts |
”What the fuck? This again? You really bring this topic up at least once a week, and it seems we get nowhere. Why the hell do we need to be friends?”

| Desiree Parker |
”It is just so much easier, you know? No feelings, no pressure, nothing is expected of either of us… it’s just, better.”

| Andrew Watts |
”We have been together for months now, and we have had our thing going on for almost a year, on and off. We have literally gone through a bunch of shit together, and you want to just quit because, well… because… exactly, for no reason?”

| Desiree Parker |
”It is just easier...”

| Andrew Watts |
”Not when you tell me you want to be my friend, cause a huge fucking fight between us… make everything awkward for a few days, and then next thing I know… you are climbing on my dick. I wasn’t aware that is how fucking friends work.”

My tone was starting to get a bit angry, we literally have had this talk about 3 times in the last month and a half, and it was getting fucking old… and annoying.

| Desiree Parker |
”Right, blame me… always blame me...”

| Andrew Watts |
”I am fucking blaming you, if you want to be JUST MY FRIEND, then get the fuck away. Stop texting me, stop living with me, and stop fucking me… do friends do that? Do they Desiree?”

| Desiree Parker |
”We need to talk about this, relax… you can’t alway be so fucking angry about everything, it’s something that needs to be figured out. So… lets do it.”

I laughed sarcastically, getting up out of the bed and grabbing a nearby pair of blue Diesel jeans. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I threw them on over my boxers. This was fucking ridiculous, and I was fucking sick of it. Make up your fucking mind already, because I am sick of these fucking games. I grabbed a nearby black tank top as I threw it over my head and pulled it down to cover my upper body.

| Andrew Watts |
”I have other shit to worry about, I can’t worry about you and your fucking stupid emotions right now. You need to just get your shit straight, and figure out what the fuck you want, Desiree.”

| Desiree Parker |
”I want to talk about this...”

| Andrew Watts |
”I have nothing to talk about, you just figure out what you want… and I’ll cooperate, I am sick of the immature High School shit. Grow up...”

Her tone instantly changed as she shouted out at me in anger.

| Desiree Parker |
”Oh and you’re mature right? Go fuck yourself, asshole!”

I shook my head in frustration as I grabbed the keys to my car that were sitting on the dresser. It felt great to be back in Vegas, but at the same time… I couldn’t fucking wait to get back on that plane to go back to the next Climax Control, and hopefully this would fucking be alone this time. I needed the alone time, I needed to fucking think. And I just need to get away from everyone, especially this crazy, indecisive, English bitch. I exhaled, making my way for the door as I could hear her smash her fist against something in the distance. Oh well, break your knuckles dumbass, I’m over this.



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You can’t always get what you want, everything can’t always go right… or maybe you can, and… maybe it can. I finally did it… how did they not see it coming? It was obvious, it was something that should have been done months ago. For some of us, everything seemed to be perfect, for the other? Everything was perfect. By the other, the perfect one, I refer to myself. Why you ask? Because my master plan finally fell into place quite perfectly, exactly how I had it planned out. As for the others, like I said, everything SEEMED perfect. Raab and Kaelin thought things were going to just keep going on as “WE” planned; they thought they would have me at their side to boost them up, help motivate and promote them, save the day when they were in trouble, all of the good stuff that a good leader would do. However what they never realized is… once a leader, always a leader… and the two of them started to get too cocky, they started to think that they could maybe step up, one up me and start making decisions… and thats when I knew it was time for things… them… to come to an end, so I ended it. I hope you two enjoyed living in my shadow… because that is the closest that either of you ever will get to being anywhere near as good as me. I smirked, as I stopped daydreaming, the random thoughts leaving my head as I snapped out of it. Ugh, I guess it was that time eh? The time I had the most… when the cameras were on and people expected me to talk… fuck it, I exhaled.

| Andrew Watts |
”Change… change was needed, big time. It was time for a fucking change, it was time for something new… and it was time to get rid of all of the pathetic pieces of shits that were surrounding me, bringing me down. These so called REJECTS? They needed to be dealt with. Alex Kaelin and Lord Raab… two solid competitors, guys who really worked it good, guys who really did good with that Roulette or Violence Championship, whichever name you want to call it. I really think they have done a great job being Champion, both of them… and their matches, great matches, really putting on a show, really making that Championship stand out for what it is. That’s right, exactly what it is… the BOTTOM FEEDER Championship of the SCW. Everyone knows it, everyone knows exactly what that Championship is, it’s where all of the shit wrestlers in SCW are thrown to make them feel like they actually fucking mean something… and that is exactly where Kaelin and Raab have been thrown, over and over. I couldn’t be affiliated with two losers like them. It was time to align myself with something better, and rid myself of these nobodies. Therefore… the REJECTS, the faction that I created, the faction that Raab and Kaelin were so honored and proud to be in… that faction was single handedly torn apart, by the man who created it… by the only REJECT left… by the only man in SCW who can call himself the REJECT... by Andrew Watts… by me.”

I wiped a bit of sweat off of my forehead, running my hand back through my hair. I was shirtless and only wearing a pair of black Nike basketball shorts and a pair of white Puma tennis shoes. I noticed that lately I was always shirtless, it was starting to become a habit… and a good one too because I have been hitting the gym with all of my frustration and I have honestly noticed the results. I shook my head, taking another deep breath and continuing on..

| Andrew Watts |
”Alex Kaelin has been nowhere to be found since I beat his ass right out of the REJECTS… but the other idiot, he actually showed his face last Sunday at Climax Control, and go figure… there was a lot to say. He went on and on and on about how he couldn’t wait to face me and get his hands on me… he went on and on about how he would not defend his Championship against anyone until it was defended against me. I mean, I find that cute that he wants me to be the next Roulette Champion… or Violence Champion or whatever he renamed it to… but, yeah no thanks. I think it is really nice that he basically offered to hand the belt over to me, but… there is only one problem. I don’t want that scum Championship. Why would I degrade myself, move down the ladder and go for a Championship that would make me look like some kind of newcomer? Why the hell would I want to be called the bottom feeder Champion? The, hey… you aren’t that good, but we want to throw a belt on you to make you feel somewhat special Champion. Let’s face it Raab… being the SCW Roulette Champion is like being the coolest guy in jail, yeah… no matter how cool everyone thinks you are, you’re still in jail, you’re still a loser, and your life still sucks dick. See the comparison there Raab? Yeah, I know right? A lot like you!”

I smirk, hey… I was being as honest as I could, I was even trying to be a little bit nice… I sound somewhat nice, don’t I? Yeah, probably not… oh well, fuck it. I nodded my head in confidence as I continued on about this masked loser.

| Andrew Watts |
”So as you already know, Raab… and as everyone else knows also, you and me are booked in an anything goes NON TITLE match this Sunday at Climax Control! I am sure you are confused, because you basically begged, asking for me to be the one to take the Championship from you… but, I don’t fucking want it. I made a call to the SCW offices, I made sure that our match was non-title… and they laughed when they heard the idea and let me quote them... “you, Andrew Watts as the Roulette Champion? That is just silly, why would one of our TOP superstars be competing for the lowest possible Championship in SCW?” It’s pretty sad when even your bosses know that you are garbage, isn’t it Raab? So in case you were wondering why it’s non-title, that is why. I made sure of it… and well, apparently the guys who sign our paychecks agreed 100 percent, especially judging by their laughter. They also mentioned that they couldn’t wait to see me squash you in the anything goes match, make an example of the difference between top tier, and the low tier… and trust me, I promise, that I will do.”

I pause for a second, taking a short breath as I rub my teeth against my bottom lip, running my hand back through my hair once again. I sigh, I honestly just couldn't wait to get my hands on this idiot, shut him up, and move on to my more important plans. I exhale again and I continue.

| Andrew Watts |
”You see this is why I found it funny that you claimed that I was jealous that you held the Violence Championship, Raab. Because in fact, I am not jealous... I am more so greatful that I am not the poor piece of garbage who has to be known as the man who holds that belt. I didn't drop you because you were carrying the REJECTS Raab, but I did get a major laugh out of you saying that, and thinking that. I dropped you because you weren't worthy of my time, you never were. The REJECTS were ready to go, and I made sure they went out with a bang, and... they did! Raab you kept talking about me stabbing you in the back, you kept talking about Danger Zone and Ethan Alexander being the biggest mistake. Why? Are you jealous that Ethan will be teaming up with me, and you will no longer have me there to mentor you, train you, carry you through the SCW like I did when you were in the REJECTS? It might have been the biggest mistake I have made for your career, but... who gives a fuck about your career really? I don't, and that is why I did this... because it is the better move for me... maybe you should do some research on Danger Zone, Raab. Maybe you should watch how easier Ethan destroyed Old Skool in his debut match last week, maybe you should watch how easily Ethan and I took down the newly crowned SCW Tag Team Champions last Sunday, as if they were nothing... oh, that's right though... they are nothing... something that all of you Champions here in SCW seem to have in common I guess. Roulette Champion, a nobody... Tag Team Champions, two nobodies... go figure, you three should be the stable known as the Nobodies, it would make a lot more sense honestly..”

I pause for a second, I was actually getting quite into this, hmm… interesting, I usually hate these fucking things. Oh well, I shrugged a shoulder, placing my hands on my hips, taking a short breath and continuing..

| Andrew Watts |
”I found it quite funny when Lord Raab, who... basically NOBODY in this world had ever heard of, prior to his little run here in the SCW, called Ethan Alexander an irrelevant punk. Pretty funny considering I am pretty sure Ethan has accomplished more in one night than Raab has in his whole career, but... why get into details and embarrass Raab even more? Raab always used to come to me asking me ways to better himself in the ring, and why he lost so much at first. Without me there to give him tips, pointers, and training... Raab is going to go right back to what he was before he became a REJECT... yes, that's right, a big, ugly, masked LOSER... speaking of the mask, have you seen the dude without it? Thank God he wears it, it's like he just came out of a horror film, ugly ass mother fucker.”

I chuckle slightly, taking a deep breath, my hands still at my sides. I smirk at the cameras, staring forward confidently as I continue.

| Andrew Watts |
“So then Raab starts doing something really fucking weird. Like I was honestly staring at this idiot last Sunday, and wondering to myself “what the fuck are you doing, dumbass?” Like, did anyone else notice it? It’s like he was trying to hurt himself before our match. It’s bad enough that he sucks in the ring, but he is trying to handicap it even more by injuring himself prior to stepping into the ring with me. You all know what I am talking about right? So this dude is talking about me in the promo or whatever that he was cutting, and well... it wasn't the only thing that he was cutting. Maybe we should get Raab some help, a psychiatrist maybe, because... self harm ain't no joke buddy, it's a serious problem. Raab was sitting there, scraping his hands with barbed wire, cutting himself, scratching himself and shit... and then he claimed that it was what he was going to do with me. Thanks Raab, but uh... I would rather not you can play with your barbed wire and do whatever turns you on with it, but I'll take a rain check on this one, maybe some other time. You did mention one thing that might be accurate though, Raab. You said you are going to beat everyone who faces you for the Violence Championship, that is possible. I mean, our match is non-title, so that gives you a loss against me, but on the bright side, you keep your Championship. I guess it's a lose-lose situation. You are going to get embarrassed by me, and you are going to continue to be embarrassed by being known as the bottom feeding Roulette, or Violence Champion... I guess you really just can't win there can you? I almost feel bad for you, but... I don't.”

I shrug a shoulder, poor Raab… I don’t know what it feels like to suck, to have to look up to everyone else in the business… but from the sounds of it, it doesn’t really sound all that great. I exhale once more as I continue on...

| Andrew Watts |
“So Raab ended all of this with “I’m coming for you, no more hiding from this German monster.” One, that sounded super inappropriate, like something you’d hear in some kind of creepy European porno… and two, not sure if you haven’t been around lately but, I have been out and visible everywhere, I am pretty sure I haven’t  hid one bit. I have made it pretty known where I am at all times, I was backstage for the whole show last week, and… I didn’t see you make one attempt to come find me now, did you? Of course you didn’t, because just like the rest… you are all talk… no talent, all talk, it’s sad… stupid, ridiculous honestly. It’s funny too because some people out there really think that this German freak is an actual solid competitor, which really makes me laugh because… it’s obvious that he is not. I can’t wait to prove that this Sunday at Climax Control, and even better? I get to prove it in the ring… in his type of match. Anything goes, just how Raab likes it. He claims to be so violent, he claims to be so hardcore… Raab, are you forgetting who you are about to face?”

I smirk, lifting my head up a bit higher, my hands still on my hips as I stare forward at the cameras with a confident look on my face… my eyes glowing, I could feel them building with fire as I continued to talk about… Raab.

| Andrew Watts |
“I have been around for nearly 10 years now, and I have been in match types that you could only dream of being in, Raab. I have seen hardcore, violence, all of that shit… at it’s finest, at its most brutal. I mean, just a few months ago there was the street fight against that piece of garbage Clnt Outlaw. Did you see what happened to him? Hardcore and no rules was his style, he claimed he would destroy me in it… but what happened to him Raab? He busted me open, he beat me up a bit… but I slashed him open, I made him drip blood… and then, I blinded him with alcohol and hit a Highlight on his blind, bloody ass… and then I covered him for the victory. I have done much worse to other opponents, much more brutal, trust me Raab I can get as brutal as they come… and you don’t want to see that side of me… but Raab, you will… ohhhh you definitely will. And I can’t wait to fucking show it to you.”

I take a few steps closer to the camera, my arms falling at my sides as I look forward into the camera… confident, but calm. I smirk, winking at the camera as I finish this off.

| Andrew Watts |
“So Raab, come on out here... talk your talk, or have someone talk for you, whatever it is that you do. You have no idea what you are walking in to, you think you have a chance... but in all honesty? You don't, I know that, and I think that deep down inside, you know that too... or maybe that brick in your head where most people have a brain actually has you thinking that you have a chance. It's okay though Raab, because come Sunday... you will realize it, and speaking of Sunday, it's coming fast, REALLY FAST. In fact, Raab... the clock is ticking, tick tock, tick tock... and when that clock stops ticking, it's time, Raab... time for you to become just... another... Highlight”

With that said I continue to stare confidently towards the cameras, a smirk on my face. I think Raab knows what is about to happen to him, but the question is… how will he prevent it? That’s right, he won’t… he stands no chance. I nod my head as I place my hands back on my hips. Yeah, I can’t wait to show him why I am the only REJECT left… I can’t wait to show him exactly why his ass was kicked out of the REJECTS… the REJECTS are no more, and soon… Raab will be no more... it’s done.

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Climax Control Archives / Main | Event
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That Extra Something


My back hurt like a fucking bitch, I laid there, ugh… what the hell, I felt like I just got hit by a mother fucking train or something. It felt pretty nice to be home, but wow… did I feel pretty damn shitty. I opened my eyes, they were crusty, not opening fully. The sun was just barely rising, trying to squeeze it’s way through my bedroom curtains. I ran my hand back through my hair, man was I tired. I looked down, nothing but my blue Puma boxers with the black waist band that read Puma in a yellow font. I exhaled.

”I need to just… do nothing today.”

I ran my hand down my bare chest and stomach, letting it rest just around my belly button. I looked around the room, hmm, where was she at? I shrugged a shoulder, propping my head up a bit higher than it was originally. I reached back behind my head, scratching the upper back of my neck, I followed this up by rubbing my eyes, letting out a yawn as I tried to wake up a bit.

”Wow, fuck I’m tired.”

I pushed myself up, my hands pushing into the white sheets of the bed as I leaned my bare back against the headboard of the bed, it was a bit cold, the air conditioning vent was right under it, but it felt pretty fucking good because I was quite warm. I cleared my throat, cracking my neck as I looked towards the door as it slowly opened.

”Mmm, there she is…”

I watched as Desiree walked through the door, wearing nothing but a Manchester United jersey and a pair of red cheekies, my favorite type of panties, half ass, half underwear. She smiled as she shut the door behind her… I guess you could say things had picked up a bit with her and I, and yeah… she fucked pretty damn good, about time I hit that one, right?

”Good morning, you’re up pretty early…”

I smirked, nodding my head as she walked towards the bed, sitting at the edge of it, near my feet. She gave me a half smile as she looked up at me.

”And you’re up even earlier, why is that?”

She shrugged a shoulder, pushing her tongue against the inside of her cheek, not responding instantly… but eventually getting to it.

”Eh, just felt like starting the day early today… always feels better, well… sometimes.”

I nodded my head, that’s interesting… because I wanted today to be one of those days where I just fucking slept all day, and didn’t do shit… especially get up early. I guess Desiree and me had different plans for today.

”Yeah, I am going to go with the exact opposite of that actually. I just want to lay here all day, and sleep more… and more. I don’t want to do anything today, I’m exhausted.”

Desiree’s half smile turned to a cocky grin as she nodded her head, placing her right hand on the side of my left calf as she looked up at me.

”Oh really? Was last night too much for you? You too tired? I could alway, you know… tone it down a bit.”

She kept her cocky grin, it actually grew a bit. I shook my head, pausing as I thought about last night… that was, amazing… she really knew how to work it in a bed, she looked like the type who did too though. I leaned back a bit more against the headboard, staring towards Desiree, shaking my head again.

”You tone it down? I don’t think that is what is needed… if anything, it would be the other way around. I mean, hey, you even asked me to move the pillow out of your face because apparently you couldn’t move? I guess my sex is paralyzing eh?”

She rolled her eyes, as she slapped my calf, shaking her head.

”Oh get over yourself, it’s called an orgasm… and sometimes you lose feeling for a bit during one, and can’t move the way you’d like to. Don’t act like you’re some sex perfectionist, you’re decent… at best.”

She looked away as she said this last sentence, which clearly meant she wasn’t being honest, and well… I knew she wasn’t because I was MUCH better than decent, that’s for sure. I laughed a bit, looking down at her as I shook my head and replied to her.

”Decent eh? Decent doesn’t leave a girl screaming her lungs off for 45 straight minutes… oh, and then there was the sex too...”

I smirked as she shook her head. I sat up a bit more, getting a bit closer to her, staring at her as I grabbed her wrists with my hands.

”So, how about I show you just how DECENT I can be… or is it too early for you?”

She shook her head, letting out a slight chuckle.

”Early? It’s never too early… plus, you have some morning wood there, I think that needs to be chopped.”

I shook my head as I fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her on top of me. Our lips instantly met as we began to kiss. I smiled, running my hand back through her hair. She did the same, both hands in my hair, pulling a bit, but I kind of liked it, it was different… sort of rough, but, hey… fuck it, it worked. She began to kiss down towards my chin, and then a bit lower… and well, she kept going lower… and lower… and the rest is none of your damn business really, but it was all about my business if you catch what I am saying. That is one way to start your morning, especially when you’re feeling like shit… check.





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Oh yeah, I smirked, I was feeling crowded with confidence, what could I say? The thought of this match just made me extremely… happy. It made my adrenaline run, it made the blood in my veins pump faster than normal(not that I could feel the difference), and it sure as hell put a nice, big, confident smile on my face. Why? Because I finally get to get my hands on that piece of shit paper Champion, Gabriel, and this was going to be big, for me at least. I couldn't wait to shine in my first ever Main Event match here in Sin City Wrestling, to show everyone why I am Champion material, what they have been missing out on with Gabriel as Champion, and just how bad of an ass kicking someone like me could give a garbage Champion like Gabriel. I smirked, this did feel pretty damn good, I couldn’t wait to step into the ring with Gabriel, and it was finally set. I smiled, people have been cheering me lately, others have been complaining the second my music hits. It’s as if we can’t figure out if I am a fan favorite, or the most hated type. Don’t get me wrong, I am the bad guy, I am the one that nobody wants to mess with, and I truly do not give a fuck about anyone, including the fans. It’s just unknown as to what they see me as. Do they see me as their favorite? Do they see me as their least favorite? Do I give a fuck? Because, I see myself as THEE GUY, that’s right, and this is my era… well, it’s about to be.

”They waited too damn long to let me shine in this spotlight…”

I walked down the halls of the Sin City Wrestling backstage area, I was getting pretty familiar with these European arenas, they weren’t as nice as the ones back in Vegas, you know… the official Sin City Wrestling arenas, but hey… better than nothing, or a dump, right? Fuck it, right. I looked to my left, camera crew, I looked to my right, reporters, interviewers, and other backstage personal. They surrounded me, following me, walking beside me as if we were best friends or something. What in the hell did they want? Did they want me on air? That’s about the only thing I could think of, ugh… a promo? Fuck it, I guess it is about time I give the fans of SCW something, right? Why not, I nodded my head, tilting my Armani Exchange sunglasses down as they fall onto my nose and cover my eyes. I wasn’t really feeling this, but… I guess I had to, right? I nodded my head.

”Alright, lets fucking make this one quick, can we?”

I smirked to myself as I heard the cameraman yell out ”action”, which was followed by a click on his camera and the sound of tape rolling, recording. I guess it was time for me to say something, or just look good on camera. I have always been pretty damn good at doing both of those things, I sigh, I guess I should start talking now… as much as I hated these things, it was time to do so…

”Hydro, it all started with Hydro. He was part of the Dick Lick Clique, and there was this big deal surrounding him because of all of his fake accomplishments that were listed all over the internet and in his application to Sin City Wrestling. Everyone made such a fucking big deal about the returning Andrew Watts going against the big bad Hydro. One of the quickest, most talented newcomers in Sin City Wrestling. Nobody could wait to see this match, everyone wanted to see Hydro and how great he was... well, we fucking saw Hydro. We saw Hydro getting the Highlight, and flaking out of SCW faster than a strike of lightning. I guess we could call him a frosted flake. Then there was Drexel Matheson, ah the guy that the staff here seems to love more than anyone. Why? Because since I have signed my contract here, not only has he had a shot at the Internet Championship, but also at the Roulette Championship, and at the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Funny, because I fucking kicked this guy's ass in my second match, and he has already had three title shots, one being the Heavyweight Championship... go figure, he must suck some dick or something to get those matches... considering when we met, he went face first into the canvas after a Highlight, for the 1-2-3.”

I smirk, sometimes shit just didn’t make sense to me. Like why anyone would think that Hydro or Drexel Matheson were even talented. Hydro at least lost his hype pretty fucking quick. But Drexel? He just kept fucking getting match after match, push after push, and he continued to do nothing with them, literally, nothing. I look down at my watch as I feel my iPhone 6 vibrate in my right pocket, I ignore it as I continue to walk, my hands at my sides, confident smirk still smacked on my face and my focus still straight ahead.

”And then there was the inbred, incest, weird ass, cowboy hat wearing, wife and sister sharing, Clint "Belly Lint" Outlaw, and Wallace "Bite My Nipples" Jordan. There is not much to say about these two, other than the fact that they enjoy fucking their sister slash wife slash whatever the fuck she is, at the same time... oh and that they shared something else. They both shared a Highlight, and a loss to me. Go figure, it's like these two share everything now isn't it. Fucking idiots, thinking that they actually stood a chance against me. Shit these two practically started a war with me, trying to drag it out for weeks, week after week, something new, something different. Talk about annoying as fuck. I finally got rid of that problem, erm... problems, or whatever, and they haven't really been seen since, thank god. Oh.. we can’t forget the Ass-Man! Gabriel Ass... Ass... Ass... Ass... Ass... ARRRRRR! My favorite opponent of them all, the one who said he would make easy work of me, the one that everyone called the match of the week, the one that was supposed to steal the show, and maybe even get match of the year, the last fucking singles match I had in SCW, which was back in December by the way... it's like they think I am some sort of Tag Team Wrestler or something, go figure too because... I can't fucking stand Tag Team matches, like at all. Anyways, back to Mr. I Get My Ass Beat By Woman... what exactly happened when I stepped into the ring with Ass-Ar in this match for the ages? Well, it ended in like 4 seconds... one second for the Highlight, and three seconds for the three count, talk about a match to remember right? Tough opponent, my ass... he is better at modeling and having Twitter break ups with bitches, so he should just stick to all of that.”

I shake my head, speaking of that… I am teaming with the bitch that he dumped over Twitter this week. Another fucking Tag Team match, like, could they fucking not? I was sick of having to not only worry about myself, but watch my Tag Team partner and make sure they don’t fuck up either. Especially someone like Amy Marshall who thinks about sex 90 percent of her life. Looks like I was about to carry another match here. I look down at the ground for a quick second and then turn my focus back to the direction I walk in. I turn a corner and the camera crew follows me, still to my side and I still pay no attention to them, my sunglasses covering my eyes and my cocky smirk still sported.

”Next up we had the fucking garbage ass, long ass, frustrating ass, Blast from the Past ass tournament. Talk about a series of long, dragging, annoying Tag Team matches, this is where it began, and it seems to just keep fucking continuing. One Tag Team Tournament, and now I find myself in my 6th straight Tag Team match here in SCW... I think that creative needs to get their shit straight and realize that I am NOT a Tag Team wrestler, at all... I hate working with others, other than Kaelin... that was okay, and I guess Misty wasn't too damn bad either, but... ugh, it was still, rough. It started off against Mikah and Adam Stone. Adam fucking Stone, coming out of retirement and thinking that he stood a chance against me, against Andrew Watts... fucking funny right? I beat the living fuck out of him and while I did that, Misty decided to somehow take out Mikah and pin her for the 1-2-3... Adam Stone got his ass handed to him, and the sex crazed Gavin Stephens obsessed freak? She lost the match for her team. Speaking of Gavin Stephens, it was nice to see him back in SCW last week, I hope he realizes what he did by targeting a REJECT. I hope he realizes that was the biggest fucking mistake he could have ever made... and I hope he realizes that Alex Kaelin WILL rip his fucking tongue out and shove it up his own ass... because if he doesn't realize that... then he is in for a rude awakening, big time. Anyways... next round, JT Midas, the DICK LICK CLIQUE ASS BITCH and well, Mercedes Vargas... the extremely fuck-able Bombshell who I would have been totally okay with stepping into the ring with, along, naked. But, hey then she fucked JT Midas and officially became the most unattractive Bombshell on the roster. Crazy how fucking one disgusting idiot like JT Midas can make a woman go from extremely attractive to just, beat up, used, ugly trash. Oh and that is exactly what she was in this match, but not as much as JT Midas was... because our little friend, he got something that he wasn't expecting to get. He was a fucking Highlight that night! And not the kind that he had hoped, or thought he would be. JT Midas went face first into the canvas, Highlighted, covered... and the one...and the two... and the three... and it continued to fucking continue...”

I smirk, ugh what the fuck was I even saying. Basically just running my mouth about what I have done and what has brought me here… how every so called challenge was basically not even a challenge. I shook my head, this was ridiculous, I just wanted to go fuck Desiree, sleep, eat, fuck Desire again… and then kick Gabriel’s ass, was that too much to ask? Oh yeah, and then fuck Desiree again. Ugh, I finally stop walking, turning my attention to the camera and tilting my sunglasses up onto the top of my head, revealing my dark brown eyes as I stare deep into the lens. I nod my head as my tone changes a bit, a tad more aggressive, my smirk turning to a straight face as I continue speaking.

”And the tournament fucking continued, and continued, and fucking continued... like, could this shit just stop? Semi-Finals, Eric Staggs and Necra Octopussy Ovarian Kane or whatever the hell her name is, or was... I think she fell off of a mountain or something, because that bitch disappeared after our match. Must have been that Highlight that I hit her partner with, speaking of him... his bitch ass disappeared after getting Highlighted too, talk about two sore losers eh? Oh well, I guess that is the type of shit that happens when you make it oh so far, but get drawn against Andrew Watts... must suck right? I wouldn't know, being the best in the SCW, I wouldn't know what it is like to be booked against someone and say, oh shit... they are better than me, considering, it isn't possible.”

I shrug a shoulder, I mean… I am the fucking best, right? Who else would it be… yeah, that’s right, exactly… me, I’m the mother fucking man to beat in the SCW, and nobody will fucking be the man to beat the man to beat. Untouchable would be a good word to describe it, I guess, but even better. My straight stare turns into a cocky grin as I continue to look straight into the lens of the camera. I nod my head with a slight chuckle, taking a short breather before starting up and speaking yet again.

”Blast from the Past Tournament Finals... somehow that red head dick sucking, clit licking bitch Amanda Cortez and her short, weird, ugly, freaky little partner Despayre got into the finals. It really made no sense because, one... they suck, really bad... and two... well, they suck, really fucking bad. I mean, Misty and me made quick work of them, as usual... the Mean Girls tried to interfere, but you know, I obviously didn't let that happen. Despayre, the confused little short boy got confused and helped me hold off the Mean Girls as well, I don't think he realized they were trying to help him. I guess not everyone is all that smart in the head, and Despayre... well he isn't one of them, clearly an idiot. While this was all going on, Misty obviously took out the whore named Amanda Whore-tez... sorry, Cortez... it's just so hard to get her name right, especially with the rumors that full watermelons fit into her vagina, one just wonders... you know?”

I laugh, had to add some random and pointless humor into this right? So why not take a few shots at one of the easiest people on the Bombshell roster, and by easiest… I mean that literally, she is pretty damn easy. I shrug a shoulder, pausing for a few seconds, placing the tips of my thumbs against the pockets of my Diesel jeans as I tilt my head slightly to the right, and continue speaking.

”So now what... now I am the Number One Contender for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship! Now I am the 2015 Blast from the Past Tournament Champion! Now I have had 9 fucking matches in the SCW and I have 9 fucking wins in the SCW.  So what do I do at the following show? Well, I don't show up, obviously... I needed a fucking break, and I took it. Everyone called me a coward, said I was scared, blah blah blah, what not... but really, a dude just wanted to relax because he just kicked the fuck out of half of the damn roster, over and over, and over again. But don't worry, I made sure my presence was felt. Especially the next week. You know, there were all of those short skits where my music hit and everyone just waited for me to come out, and it was never me. Funny right? I enjoyed it and I think everyone else did too... everyone just watching, waiting for Andrew Watts to come out. Everyone starting to think that Andrew Watts wasn't even in the building, shit, not even in the country. But then, I did it... I showed up, and I stared down that son of a bitch paper Champion Gabriel, and he shit his pants. The fear in his eyes was obvious, the sweat dripping from his forehead, not from the match he just had, but from the anxiety of me being just feet away from him. Gabriel knew right then and there, that his time as Champion was limited... and he sure as hell isn't ready to lose it... too bad for him. So then, the next week, what happens? I get booked in another Tag Team match. Alex Kaelin and Andrew Watts, teaming up for the first time in the SCW against... R.O.A.R. the Rebels on a Rampage, ohhhh so fucking scary. We all saw what happened in that one. Dark Tiger ate a fucking Highlight, talk about getting embarrassed right?? 10 matches, 10 fucking matches... 10 fucking wins. I think that proved that I am the man to beat... I think that proved that I am the one with a target on my back, I have the hottest streak in the SCW... people were talking about Kain and his 5 match win streak, oh big shit... he lost by the way. Everyone knows exactly who the man to beat is, and everyone knows exactly what we are witnessing... greatness, and the Andrew Watts Era.”

I nod my head That is fucking right, Andrew Watts Era bitches, that is what this is. What the fuck else would it be? Exactly, nothing else… nothing but this. I was feeling it, I couldn’t wait to get back into the fucking ring and beat the living fuck out of Gabriel, show the SCW Universe WHY this is the Andrew Watts Era, and why Gabriel is shit. I turn around again, and begin to walk, the cameras following me, a confident smirk on my face, my hands falling to my sides again as I continue walking, my focus in that direction. I pause for a few seconds before once again continuing.

”So what happens now? I finally get to get my hands on the mother fucker who thinks he is hot shit. The idiot who thinks that he is the man to beat, the idiot who thinks that we are currently in his era. The Paper Champion of the SCW, yeah that is right... Gabriel. Mr. Mercy or whatever his quote his, the only one who will need mercy on their soul is Gabriel, because what I am about to do to him... well, may God help him. There is only one garbage part about this match, he has one of the best Bombshells on his fucking side, and me? I have Amy fucking Marshall... like, seriously? Could this be any more one sided on the Bombshell side? We all saw Raynin beat the living fuck out of Amy Marshall, so why the fuck would we throw the dick tickling, vag prickling sex freak on my team? I have no interest in her at all, I don't like to look at her, and I don't like to listen to her, I hate her Tweets, and most of all... I don't want to fucking team up with her. Gabriel, the only thing saving you in this match is the fact that you have a partner who can demolish my garbage partner... the only thing saving you in this match is the fact that you will have your chance to fucking hide like a little bitch, behind a bitch... and we all know, that is exactly what you will do... hide, stay away, and keep away from me as much as you can. This may be your chance to stay away, but come the next SuperCard, there will be nowhere to fucking hide... and you will be wishing you never heard the name Andrew Watts. I just hope you have a gameplan for this coming match. Because Mr. Paper Champion, we all know what happens if I get my hands on you...”

I pause, stopping again as I turn to face the camera. This was getting a bit boring, I’ve already talked about this match much more than I should have, it’s not like my opponent is that fucking interesting. I mean, sure he is the SCW Champion, but does that mean shit? Because to me it doesn’t… considering soon, that title will have the word FORMER in it. I roll my sleeves back down as I look straight back into the lens, my smirk once again turning to a straight face. I clear my throat right before I start talking once again.

”You’ll need to beg God to have mercy on your soul… because I WILL NOT!”

That is fucking right, you heard me… and that is how this one fucking goes Gabriel. I hope you are fucking ready, hide behind Raynin all you want… try to get her to get the easy win over Amy Marshall… go on camera and say the same shit, over and over… the same quotes and insults, over and over… lets see what you got, while your jaw still works, because I plan to break it with a Highlight, and then another Highlight… and possibly even one more. I smirk as I shove my hand into the camera lens, covering the lens and pushing it backwards, I nod at the cameraman, and he turns the camera off. There was nothing more to be said here, everything I could have possibly had in mind, was stated… at least, for now.

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Αχ Ελλαδα Σ'αγαπω
(Οh, Greece I Love You)


Ah, Greece! What a fucking wonderful country. I legit loved being here, it was one of the very few countries that I could actually see myself living in, definitely. I looked around at all of the tourists, all of the people who lived her, kids running around, couples holding hands, enjoying the sights, and loners just walking around and having a good time on their own, somehow. I nodded my head, this was the fucking life. The weather was damn near perfect, not too hot, not too cold, no wind, no clouds, no humidity… why couldn’t the weather be this way back in Vegas? Don’t get me wrong, Vegas was nice, it was always sunny and shit… but the sun here, it was different, everything here is different, even the air, it’s much more fresh. I loved being in this country, I wish every show could have been held here during this tour. I smirk as Kaelin and I walk up to a Gyro stand, one of many along the streets of Athens… not like your typical disgusting hot dog or burger stand that you might find in America on the streets… the stands on the streets here actually had top fucking quality food, it’s almost mind boggling. The man who was behind the stand looked at me, and in Greek he began to speak to me.

”Γεια σας, πώς μπορώ να σας βοηθήσω?”
(Hi, how can I help you?)

”Μπορούμε να έχουμε δύο σουβλάκια με πίτα και δύο γύρος?”
(Can we have two souvlaki sandwiches with pita bread, and two gyros?)

Kaelin stared at me with a questioned look on his face. I kind of just ignored him as I continued to speak to the man behind the Gyro stand, making sure that he got our order right… and then remembering, that Kaelin had to try a Mythos beer, one of… if not the best beers you can find in Europe.

”Κανένα πρόβλημα, τίποτα άλλο?”
(Not a problem, anything else?)

”Και δύο μπύρες Mythos.”
(And two Mythos beers)

”Aμέσως”
(Right Away)

As he says this, he hands us our two Mythos beers, we each grab one and cheers each other, taking a refreshing sip of the Stella Artois like beer and nodding our heads. It was one of my personal favorites when in Greece, plus the fact that you could get a 5 star Gyro sandwich basically anywhere on the street here in Athens. I looked at Kaelin who looked a bit confused. He took another sip of his beer and then looked up at me, still startled with confusion.

”What the fuck dude...”

”What? What’s wrong?”

I ask him with a questioned look on my face now, he looked like someone just told him the biggest lie of his life, and I was honestly just as confused as him. Why did he just react so shocked? Does he not like the beer? Because if he doesn’t like Mythos, I am honestly going to have to break my bottle right over his head, because this shit right here is where it is at. I arch an eyebrow, awaiting his reply as he pauses for a second, thinking and then finally blurts out a question… apparently what shocked him so much.

”You speak Greek?!”

”Uh, yeah...”

”So the Greek background shit isn’t a lie?”

Why did everyone always think everything was a lie? I mean, maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but I did have a Greek background, well… somewhere. Wow, when he asked me if I speak Greek, it was like he just met me all over again, he looked at me like he didn’t even know me. I guess it is a bit of a shock when your best friend starts speaking a language you’ve never heard them speak. Kind of like when Kaelin kept trying to speak and sing karaoke in Swedish a few weeks back. I shook my head, trying to answer his question about my background.

”No dude, my Grandfather was like 15 percent Greek or something.”

”No shit! And he taught you how to speak Greek?!”

What the fuck? Who the hell even said anything about my Grandfather even teaching me anything? I just said that he was Greek, I never said he was the reason I learned to speak Greek, wait… did I? Now I was confused as well, as confused as Kaelin was. I ran my hand back through my hair, still feeling confused as I arched an eyebrow at Kaelin and responded to his question.

”What? No… I never even met the guy.”

”Okay now I am lost. How the hell did you learn to speak Greek then, and apparently fluently too?”

Oh man, I felt like I was being arrested and Kaelin was the Athens Police Department or something, like it was a crime that I fucking knew how to speak Greek. I took a sip from my bottle of Mythos, which was now half empty. I looked up at the gorgeous sky, why the fuck couldn’t America have weather this nice? Legit, the only Country I enjoy here in Europe… well, not the only one… but one of the few.

”Well for one I always liked Greece whenever I did a tour here, one of my favorite places. It’s gorgeous: the bitches are sexy, a little hairy, but sexy… the beaches are amazing, crystal clear water… and their food is just fucking great.”

”Okay, still not getting to the point… you speak Greek how?”

I shake my head, why the fuck was he so interested in finding out how I speak Greek? Ugh, people are so fucking nosy, I swear.

”Well you see, all of the things I just mentioned, plus the fact that Greeks invented anal sex… I felt I owed it to them to learn their language… so I did.”

”You learned their language because they invented anal sex?”

I shrugged a shoulder, he asked me the question like it was a horrible reason or something… it’s obviously an amazing reason, who wouldn’t want to learn Greek because of anal sex? I nodded my head, quickly replying to his question.

”Yeah, I love fucking bitches in the ass… who wouldn’t dedicate learning a whole language to someone who invented something that they enjoy so much?”

”I guess…. wait! Didn’t Greeks invent anal sex with little boys?”

He went from completely calm to his eyes shooting open like a child on Christmas morning when he asked me this question… it almost seemed as if he had some kind of little boy fetish, judging by how excited he got. I shake my head, rolling my eyes”
>”Uh, yeah but I still respect that they invented it...”

”Oh… hold up, when you say you respect that...”

Once again, he pauses for a second and then creepily questions me, which was starting to make me question him, and why he was so interested in the whole anal sex with the little boys thing…

”I fuck girls in the ass, not little boys… don’t even go there.”

I shake my head, running my hand back through my hair as I took another sip of my beer and the man that was working the Gyro/Souvlaki stand yelled out to us. Our food seemed to be done as he placed a bag that contained four sandwiches in it on the stand in front of him. Only in Greece was food from a fucking stand in the street this good, I couldn’t wait to rip into this food and then maybe find me a nice Greek girl, preferably not too hairy… and do the great Greek anal sex with her.

”Σας ευχαριστώ, όλα τέλεια.”
(Thank you, all perfect)

Kaelin waves his hand in the air as I grab the bag, and blurts out something… apparently this idiot knows some Greek too, but has no idea what he is saying…

”Γαμω το μουνι της μάνας σου, μαλάκα!”
(I fuck your mom’s pussy, jerkoff.)

He did not just say that… the man behind the food stand instantly turned red, his blood pressure had to be nearing boiling point… Kaelin just picked a horrible choice of words and I quickly grabbed him by the shoulder of his shirt, and began to drag him away like a little kid, lightly talking into his ear as we walk, the tone in my voice… obviously not very happy.

”Why? And where the fuck did you learn that…?”

”I asked this nice Greek little kid how to say “thank you for the food, sir.” And then I repeated what he said, why… what is so bad about that?!”

I shake my head, you can never fucking trust little Greek kids, they are all a bunch of spoiled, troublemaking brats. I continue walking, luckily we didn’t just get a Gyro butcher knife straight to our fucking eyes because of what this idiot said.

”Why? Because that is not what you just fucking said...”

”Huh? What did I say?”

”Just keep walking, idiot… and don’t trust little Greek kids, ever.”

Years ago they may have been trained to be soldiers, in a very unorthodox way, as Kaelin and I mentioned earlier… but nowadays? They are little shits with no manners at all, and it seemed as if they behaved worse and worse each and every time I came to the country. But I knew one thing, we had some bomb ass Gyros and Souvlaki sandwiches in this bag I was holding, and I couldn’t fucking wait to get back to our hotel and smash on some of this food. I hope Kaelin knows I was planning to eat all four of these… eh, nah… maybe I will let him have one, or if he’s lucky, one of each. I smirked as we continued to walk, making our way towards our hotel… man, I fucking love Greece.



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Shoot - Check


Shit Started Pretty Interesting

When I joined SCW… a lot was said. Many doubted, many made rumors, many talked behind my back, and a few even had the balls to say things to my face. I heard everything, everything from “he will fail miserably at an attempt to return to the ring,” to “he will quit once something starts going south.” The typical shit talk you hear in this business, shit that I have heard from day one since I stepped my foot in and something that I feel I will honestly hear forever, well.. at least until I retire one day, if that ever happens.

The Dick Lick Clique

They were the first to jump on and talk shit about Andrew Watts, why? Because back 5 years ago when I was at the top of my game, winning Championships, making headlines in PWO, EWF, AOWF, and everywhere else I made headlines… well Caleb Houston and JT Midas, they were making asses out of themselves, just starting out in the business, and doing nothing but losing, running away, quitting, crying when things weren’t going their way, and then disappearing like a magic act. Go figure, they seem to have not changed one bit over 5 years, because they did the same exact thing here, now didn’t they?

And It Is Quite Funny

Because that is exactly what those two clowns claimed that I would do. They had this instant interest in me ever since I signed my contract here, which was kind of funny, because I honestly had no interest whatsoever in them… but they just kind of brought in on themselves to make me interested. All they talked about in their promos was me, shit… you heard the name Andrew Watts and heard them bad mouthing me more in their shoots than you fucking did their actual opponents… it’s almost as if they had some kind of weird obsession with me, actually not almost if… they DID. I finally got my hands on one of them when I faced JT Midas in the Blast from the Past tournament, and go figure… just like we all knew would happen, he failed, and he took his buddy Caleb who apparently got run over by a car in a hit and run, and man I hope that really happened because that cunt bag deserved it… but anyways, he took the road kill and ran on to that federation that scraps up the scum from every other company, No Pride Pros, or Fried Pros or whatever it is called. It is just so cute… everything Caleb and JT said about me, everything they claimed that I would do, all of the shit that they talked… well they went  along and did all of it themselves, go figure. Hashtag, idiots… hashtag, hypocrites… hashtag, thank God they are finally out of SCW.

I Think The Doubts Can Be Forgotten Now

I have proved them all wrong… one- I made my comeback after 5 years of being out, and I did it pretty fucking good,, obviously. Two- I didn’t run away or leave like Mr. Midas and Mrs. Houston claimed I would do, I am pretty damn sure that I am still here, unlike those two idiots  who enjoy to pack things up and leave when they start to get a little bit pressured, or a little bit of heat from the fans. Three- look at me now, what am I doing? I am the 2015 Blast from the Past tournament winner, I am on an undefeated streak of 9 straight wins, and I have never even been close to being pinned in the SCW, and of course.. I am the fucking Number One Contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship… pretty damn sure I am doing just fine if you ask me, so to everyone who doubted, to everyone who talked shit, and to… well, basically everyone, I think you can all suck it dry, because I am the new man to beat in SCW, I am the one with the bullseye on his back, and I sure as hell… am the Renegade, and this is the Renegades era, the Andrew Watts Era.

This Week Brings Another EASY Challenge

Go figure, once again I am thrown into something that the SCW staff and officials think will be a tough time, they book me against R.O.A.R. A legendary and veteran SCW Tag Team, one of the best Tag Teams in the history of SCW, one of the teams to beat, one of the toughest teams that there is in SCW today. Well let me just say something here… if R.O.A.R. is a tough ass tag team, a legendary team, and a team to beat in the SCW… then the SCW has some major problems, and really need to up the talent in their Tag Team division. Because I have seen R.O.A.R. in action, and they are garbage, they look like they belong in the circus if anything, but definitely not in the ring, not in an SCW ring, and most of all… not in the ring with Andrew Watts, it’s almost insulting to me.

They Haven’t Even Accomplished Shit

R.O.A.R. have been this so called Tag Team in SCW for so long, such veterans here and they have done so much. Well, really? Why the fuck do they only have one total Title to their name after so many years here in SCW? One Roulette Championship reign? And it only lasted about a month and a half, wow… talk about a lot of accomplishments, a fucking dominant Tag Team that has never even held the Tag Team Championships. Last I checked R.O.A.R. got dominated in a Tag Team Championship match against Dying Breed, who honestly… is another trash Tag Team, especially considering Dying Breed lost the Championships to a couple of douchebags named the Surf Boyz or something a couple of weeks later… do these guys know it’s not the 90s anymore? It’s not cool to have the word boyz or boys in your name anymore, and if you do… people will think strange things about you, questionable…

So It’s All Said And Done

Not only have the circus clowns accomplished nothing, but they are going to be matched up against not only me, the undefeated Number One Contender for the World Championship who basically has no limit, other than the sky, and then some. But they will also be going against the other half of the Renegades, the other co-founder of the REJECTS and of course, the SCW Roulette Champion, who already has a longer reign than the Striped Tiger did, Alex mother fucking Kaelin. I mean, come on… lets be honest here, we have two garbage wannabe wrestlers, against two of the best wrestlers who have ever stepped in the ring. This match will be nothing but total dominance, and I think everybody knows that. You guys call yourselves tigers, but we all know what tigers really are… they’re nothing but a couple of pussies. Roar all you want, but in the end... it's Andrew Watts who will roar louder. I just hope you're ready, because it’s Highlight time, bitches.







   
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Semi Finals

Necra Octavian Kane

Erik Staggs

Blast from the Past

The Future of SCW

Andrew Watts

<Center>“Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.”

Fuck… fuck… fuck… I laid there, a bag of ice, yes literally a whole damn bag of ice was just sitting there on my lower back. This probably wasn’t doing much, but at least it was kind of making me feel numb. The shit that my chiropractor gave me for the pain was good, it lasted through the match, that mixed with my adrenaline… it lasts through my training, through my workouts… but there are these times when I am not on any pain meds that, well… it feels like there’s a mother fucking knife, jabbed in my lower back. I don’t really know what that would feel like, but if I did this would be it… this would so fucking be it.

”Pain is weakness, leaving the body.”

My fucking ass by the way, whoever invented that saying has clearly never felt this much pain. Weakness leaving the body is taking a big shit, the kind that hurts so bad that you have to pause, suck it back up, and then try again. That might be the type of pain people think about when they use that quote, but this pain? This is no fucking weakness, because nobody weak would be able to fucking stand this pain right here. I don’t fucking get how women have babies, like, if it is really as bad as the mother fucking say it is, then I fucking give those bitches a shit load of credit… because I ain’t never having no baby, especially if it feels anything like this or remotely close.

"The only reason I would kick you out of bed, would be to fuck you on the floor"

Wait  a second, yeah that quote wasn’t supposed to be in there.... definitely the wrong quote there, whoops… not going to lie, that kind of made me laugh, and I will never forget the first time someone told me that, but.. this isn’t the time, because if someone even kicked me period right now, especially onto the floor… not only would I not be able to fuck them, but I also probably wouldn’t be able to move. Lets try that one again...

"Winning means you're willing to go longer, work harder, and give more than anyone else."

How the fuck are you supposed to win when you are in this much pain? Well that is something that I asked myself prior to my last match, Adam Stone really fucked my back up, but look at me.. I went out there, I fucked JT Midas’ life up and I hit him with The Highlight, I covered him, 1 and 2 and 3…. and nobody had any fucking idea that I was even hurt, or in pain. How? Because I am that damn good and I want it that fucking bad. When you want something, you give it your all, you show no weakness and just like the quote says, you have to be willing to go longer, work harder, and give more than anyone else… and I fucking do that, week in and week out, day after day, every damn second. That’s right… so to anyone doubting me, you can suck it… because Andrew Watts is going the whole fucking way, and 2 washed up nobodies are definitely not going to be the ones to stop me. I adjusted the ice on my lower back, it was pretty numb by now...

Oh and speaking of those two nobodies, speaking of the tournament, and speaking of everything going on with me, and in SCW in general… lets take a look into that, a bit more…



And then there were four, that is the number of teams that remain in the Blast from the Past tournament. Kind of crazy how it flew by so quick though now ain’t it? I knew from the second I signed up for this damn thing that I would still be in it in the Semi-Finals, shit… I knew that I would still be in it when the Finals came as well, which… I will be, obviously. So what did it take to come here? First, signing up, getting my name on the list and then looking at a list of 16 Bombshells, with maybe… 3 that I wouldn’t mind being teamed up with. Go figure, I got one of those three as my partner, Misty.

Why Misty? Why a good girl? Why someone with fucking amnesia. Well, one, at the time I didn’t know she had amnesia, and luckily it has yet to show any effect or cause any problems for either one of us in this tournament… and two, this Bombshell has had shit luck, getting stuck with shit partners or just being unlucky every year in the tournament, if anyone wants a win in this tournament on their resume, you fucking believe it is Misty. You can’t find another Bombshell in the SCW locker room, past and present, that wants to win this thing more than Misty, and finally… she is going to.

So Misty, nice partner, good start… then, we get Patient 911 or whatever, and Mikah… ahh Mikah, one of the three that I wanted on my team as well. The third one of course being Delia, because… as annoying as this bitch is, who wouldn’t want to be teamed with the reigning Bombshell Champion who just, is almost as unstoppable as me, or something like that. Anyways, Mikah and Adam Stone, go fucking figure… Adam Stone, the little bitch that I kicked out of the Legends by Nature and Highlighted him straight out of a job back in the EWF, coming back for some revenge… and failing.

Poor blonde Mikah got rolled up and her tight little ass just couldn’t kick out, kind of sad, I wanted that as one of my partners, and she couldn’t kick out of a roll up? People say Misty used the ropes and tights to her advantage, I saw no such thing. Plus, Misty is a saint, she would never try cheating, especially with amnesia? She probably didn’t even know what the fuck cheating was. So quit accusing the woman of shit she didn’t do.

Ah, and then there was Mercedes Old As Fuck Wannabee Milf Vargas, and her new fuck buddy, one half of the formerly known Dick Lick Clique, JT Midas. You know it’s really a shame that Caleb Houston died… because I really enjoyed making fun of them together. Oh, oh! Someone just informed me that he didn’t die! Oh whats that? Oh he wasn’t even hit by a car, go figure… apparently the real story is out and Caleb Houston couldn’t handle the pressure anymore so he made up a big excuse and ran like a little bitch…

I guess he took a dick too hard in the ass one night and couldn’t handle the fact that he needed a cane to walk after that, sad… such a waste of… well, waste of nothing I guess. Anyways, JT Midas, he ate a Highlight, they lost… end of story! And now? Now we find ourselves in the Semi-Finals against Necra, who can’t pin an opponent to save her life, who just keeps losing to Delia, match after match after match.

And Erik Staggs, who I am pretty sure isn’t even a real fucking wrestler… just a fill in or some shit because they didn’t have enough male competitors for the tournament, go figure… so they use a staff members. That is kind of cute, and a horrible idea. Staggs luckily has gotten to hand pick his opponents as the tournament has gone on, or so it seems at least.

But, looks like he picked the wrong ones this time, because… lets be honest. Staggs and Necra about to get fucked… and not the good kind of fucked either… more like, the kind of fucked that Caleb Houston got. Lucky for him, he still has JT Midas to rub some Vaseline on his butthole for him… I know, sick right? They’re sick fucks, what can you do though… it is what it is.

So Erik Staggs eh? Not bad, this guy is authority and shit, on the staff here in SCW. Head of Talent Relations… in other words, this guy knows talent when he sees it, which means he is probably shitting himself at the fact that he has to face me this Sunday at Climax Control 108.

Staggs if you are any good at your job, then you know that you are about to step into the ring with the most talented superstar in SCW, you know that you are about to have the match of your life, and you sure as hell know… that you won’t be walking out of that ring and onto the finals of the Blast from the Past tournament. No, no, no… that spot is already taken, clearly. Staggs not only did I find out that you are on the Talent scouting team, or head of it or whatever, but I found out a few other interesting things about you when I looked up your biography on the roster page on SCW’s website.

Well, first off you are old as fuck… I mean not super old, but you are wrestling old. I mean, 46 years old? You should really be in the back, sticking to paperwork and scouting talent, because you really might pull a hip or maybe lose one of your dentures or something in the ring if shit gets too violent. There was some really interesting shit that I happened to notice, some shit that REALLY caught my eye while reading up on you. I mean, I noticed like every other biography, you had a mini story on yours as to how you got started in this game, that’s right… back in 1983 apparently when you started wrestling professionally.

That is quite interesting because if my math is right, 2015 minus 46 years old… that would mean you were born in either 1968, or 1969… which would mean you were a professional wrestler at the age of 14, or 15 at the oldest… hmm, interesting. There can be one of two explanations here: one, you are fucking way older than you say you are, and you just try to act younger for the ladies, or just because you are in denial.

Or two, your backstory is a bunch of bullshit of you trying to talk yourself up, and you fucked up by not realizing that you claim to have been wrestling professionally at the age of 14, which is honestly nearly impossible… it is these days, and we all know it was those days also. I smell some real bullshit here, bullshit only comes from bitches and snitches too... and you know what happens to bitches and snitches right? That’s right, they get caught, and when they get caught they are shit out of luck.

Erik Staggs, you my friend are already shit out of luck, because not only have you already been caught trying to give a nice bullshit backstory, but you also find yourself in a match with the most talented superstar in SCW… talk about a bad fucking week, right Erik? Yeah, I know… damn right…

So what else did I notice when I did some research on Mr. Erik Staggs? Well, quite some more interesting shit actually. This mother fucker is on staff right? He has a job behind the scenes and probably has some pull in the company too, right? Right… well of course he does because, every round he has faced the fucking EASIEST opponents possible, and I am not just saying that…

I mean go back and fucking look, this guy has had a damn cake walk of opponents to go through since the beginning of this tournament. First he gets Patient 069 or whatever the fuck the numbers were, I really don’t remember… and I will admit, I got one of the washed up patients as well, Adam Stone… a nobody who got his ass whooped by me and embarrassed, not for the first time either, but we won’t get into that.

Staggs, he got Joey Harris… now anybody who knows Joey Harris like I do, well… they can’t help but fucking laugh when they hear this mother fuckers name because… well, he is a damn joke, a FUNNY ass joke, that’s all he ever has been, it’s all he is, and it’s all he ever will be. Joey Harris used to walk around the European Wrestling Federation with a paper World Heavyweight Championship and call himself the EWF World Heavyweight Champion, people just looked at the guy like he was an idiot, because…

Well, this dude couldn’t win a damn match to save his life… and clearly Mr. Head of Talents and shit knew that, so he made sure that in the first round, he faced the loser known as Joey Harris… but not only did he get Joey Harris, but look at who the partner was, Darknyss… a bitch coming out of retirement who hadn’t wrestled in god knows how long. You just pounced on this opportunity to face off against a pair of HORRIBLE partners didn’t you Staggs?

Talk about the authority using power to their advantage. It’s pretty sad. Then we have the second round, the round where you faced off against another pair of SHITTY opponents. There were less teams to choose from this time, but somehow you once again ended up with the easiest of the batch. You got one of those idiot clowns who thinks he is a tiger or whatever. The Beast of Darkness, the Dark Tiger... ohhh scary, sounds like fucking Seth Rogan in the movie The Interview, going one on one with a tiger. I mean, if a fat ass like Seth Rogen can survive a tiger, then I am pretty sure a so called wrestler could too right? So you get this garbage ass Tiger dude, but it doesn't stop there. His teammate?

Candy Overton, go figure... a bitch who I don't even think has ever pinned anyone here in SCW, or just never pinned anyone in her life, period. Two more easy opponents, and you advance to the Semi-Finals... of course, just using your damn authority to move on even farther, good for you... nice game plan, but what happened now?

Semi-Finals, three opponents for you to CHOOSE from, go figure… every opposing team is pretty damn good, what to do now? Seems you realized you were screwed considering you’d either have to face the former SCW Tag Team Champion, the crazy ass little mother fucker that goes by the name of Despayre, which might have been your best bet, but…

Still would have probably been a bad choice since he is a decent competitor as well. Or you could have chosen the Notorious one, the SCW Roulette Champion, the mother fucking other co-founder of the REJECTS… Alex Kaelin! But you didn’t do that either, and why?

Because even though his team would have been the second best choice, you for some reason were still too scared. So what the fuck did you do? You did the dumbest fucking thing possible, the most idiotic thing that anyone could do… and you chose the team where you would have to go toe to toe, head to head, face to face… with Andrew fucking Watts.

Do you even understand what you did by doing that? Or are you maybe starting to realize it now? I can feel your anxiety building up for this match, and I don’t blame you, I’d be nervous as fuck if I were you too. You are going to be in the ring with the hottest, most talented superstar in the SCW currently, how the fuck do you feel about that Erik? And your little partner named Necra? She doesn’t scare anyone, the only thing she is good at is losing to Delia, over… and over… and over.

She seems to just, suck really, when was the last time she even pinned someone? Yeah, I can’t remember either honestly. Misty will have a lot of fun with her, especially considering Misty has been quite impressive even with amnesia, oh yeah… and because I most recently started training Misty also, so lets just say she has the best damn trainer and partner in SCW. You got stuck with a bad one here Staggs, a really bad one. You dug yourself a good one, and all I have to do now is throw you in it, and that is where you will stay… because you’re about to see be out of this tournament, and the sad part? You know it…

On the bright side, Staggs… you are at least better than one person in this match, that’s right, Necra. You are better than your partner. I mean lets really be honest, she is probably the worst Bombshell on the roster. There are so many talented women on the roster here in SCW… and then, there’s Necra. I almost feel bad for how bad she is, but then I think to myself and I remember that I don’t really give a fuck, or two fucks. Necra loses her ass off, like… I think I have seen her literally lose EVERY damn match since I signed my contract here in SCW. I feel like she is trying to do the opposite of what I am doing and just, lose?

Because, I have been undefeated since joining, and Necra? I am pretty sure she has just been, defeated. Talk about bad luck, or maybe just no skill. And I am not counting your two tournament wins as wins for her because well, you got the pin both times so…

Necra just, can’t pin people if her life depended on it. Sad little girl, slowly digging herself one, no need for anyone else to even do it for her. She should just roll over and fall right into it, make things a lot easier… hopefully it’s close to yours too Erik, maybe y’all little bitches can keep each other company, so you don’t get too lonely or whatever. It’s sad to see such a hyped up match, Semi-Finals of the Blast from the Past tournament, the fans are probably expecting so much, thinking that it is going to be a good match.

Little do they know it probably won’t last much longer than oh… two, maybe three minutes? If you are lucky that is. I guess they can blame staff though, for letting little Erik Staggs knit pick his way into the fucking Semi-Finals, until the dumb piece of shit hit a roadblock, a roadblock named Andrew Watts… and you better believe it Staggs, the road ends here… for you.

I really hope you enjoyed the ride, I hope you enjoyed all of the easy opponents, all of the easy wins.  Because after this I am kicking your ass straight back behind the scenes, where it belongs… your old ass should not be in a ring, and this Sunday? I will make sure that it never is… ever, again. You’re just going to be another roll… on the Highlight reel.

On the other side of things we have Despayre and Amanda Whoretez… shit, my bad that just kind of slipped out. Amanda Cortez is what I meant to say… anyways, we have Whoretez and Despayre, wait… did I do it again? I think I did. Whatever, we have that weird ass firecrotch bitch and her partner and they are going against Jade Milendez Bondandadaz Alamano Alcatraz or whatever the fuck her name is, and of course… my boy, Alex Kaelin.

Now obviously I am rooting for Kaelin and I have no doubt that he will be able to hold his own, but honestly… how long can a guy carry such a horrible partner like Jade Bombstomb Mampado Ruiz? This Bombshell has to be one of the worst on the roster, right down there with Necra and Candy Ovaries… uh… Overton, my bad.

Anyways, who the fuck knows what is going to happen in that match? I know Kaelin will whoop that midget Despayre’s ass all over the place, but when you have such an inconsistent, piece of garbage partner like Kaelin has, you never know what can happen. Lucky for me I don’t really have to worry about that, having probably the best damn Bombshell on the roster on my side.

Even if Misty has amnesia, this girl still knows how to kick some ass, and that is something that is VERY… yes, very important in this business that we are in… and why? Well, because it’s basically the job description, kick some fucking ass… something Misty does pretty damn good, almost as good as me, which is saying something. So whether my boy is able to put Jade on his back and carry them to the finals, or whether the other two sneak a win over Jade, it doesn’t really matter… because Misty and Andrew Watts are already the winners of this things, and I really don’t think that there is anything anyone can fucking do about it.

Sorry Kaelin, bro… you’re great, you can fucking wrestle, you can cheat, you fight dirty, and you know some good ass moves as well… but even if you manage to hold your own against me… Misty is going to destroy 50 Jades of Grey or whatever the fuck her name is. I don’t know why everyone else is even still trying, I don’t know why it is even a topic or question anymore… because, I mean… it’s done, we all know the winners of this years Blast from the Past tournament, and if you think you don’t… quit fucking lying to yourself.

Because Mr. Highlight is winning this thing, and going on to be the next SCW Heavyweight Champion. Don’t believe me? Don’t have to, just watch… and I will prove you wrong… because I know I’m right… I’m so damn right.

CLIMAX... bitch...



”Um… you alright there, need some more ice? A heating pad? Maybe someone to change your diaper, old man?”

I look up to see Desiree walk around the couch, having her move in wasn’t such a bad idea… she did things that I never did like: clean, the dishes, pick up after me… I could get used to this. Although it was pretty amazing that I have been living with her for about 3 days now and I hadn’t fucked her yet, or even made out, or anything… that so wasn’t like me. I reached back, grabbing the bag of ice off of my back as I tossed it onto the nearby coffee table. I turned onto my side as my back pushed against the back cushions of the couch and I looked up at Desiree who stood above me, hands on her hips as she looked down. We weren’t dating or anything, she just needed a place to stay, and for some weird reason I offered, and so far… so good.

”How is your back?”

She asked as I kind of just looked up at her for a second. She looked pretty sexy: black tanktop, pink bra behind it, a pair of white shorts that were definitely not fingertip length, but I wasn’t complaining. I closed my eyes for a slight second, before opening them and replying to her.

”It’s actually pretty okay…”

I think the lie was obvious because she stood there, her hands still on her hips, her facial expression basically said “I don’t buy your bullshit response” and she tapped her foot on the ground a few times. She continued to stare down at me, giving me that look, but not really saying anything… after a few seconds I broke the silence.

”Jeez, what?”

She shook her head as she bit her bottom lip while doing so, sitting down on the nearby coffee table, the bag of ice just a few inches from her, but she did a good job at not sitting on it. Her arms rested against her lower thighs as she leaned forward, staring at me.

”You’re full of fucking shit, that’s what. You’re laying on the couch with a bag of ice you bought from the gas station, on your back… clearly you are not “pretty okay” idiot.”

Wow, harsh… it almost sounded like she gave a shit about me or something. I kind of just shook my head. I was in too much pain to listen to her shit. Plus I had a flight tomorrow, and I just wanted to relax today. It felt nice coming home for a bit, plus I had to get medicine refills from my chiropractor… the traveling really sucked, such short notice and little time, but… fuck it. I guess you gotta do what you gotta do.

”Fuck me, do you have to be such a bitch about it? Clearly I am the one in all of the pain here, what is your deal with adding to it by basically trash talking me? Fucking, give you a place to stay, and you are just going all bitch mode on me? Chill there, show a bit of respect.”

She shook her head, still leaned forward a bit as she stared forward at me, I tried adjusting myself a bit, but I felt a sharp pain in my lower back so I kind of just, gave up on that idea… maybe next time.

”Oh yes, a place to stay. A fucking nasty ass pig sty that I have been cleaning since the second I moved in here. It smelled like pussy and rotten eggs in here when I moved in, you should be thanking me that in just a few days I have made this place actually liveable, surprisingly. Considering even I thought that it wouldn’t be possible… so yes, you’re welcome and yes, thank you… thank you for letting me stay here, asshole… keep rubbing it in too.”

Wow, she was… she was fucking something else, that’s what she was. I haven’t met a woman like this one since… well, lets actually not go there, I don’t want to think about old wounds. Anyways, I pushed myself up, and somehow managed to do so this time. Using my knuckles as I sat up on the couch, directly across from Desiree as I stared forward at her, my hands in a ball as I rested my chin on them.

”Wow, sorry? I guess. I’m just, in pain… and it is fucking frustrating, and this stupid fucking European tour that we have going on is fucking ridiculous because I honestly just want to be here, everyday, all day… in my damn bed. There, happy? I opened up to you, somewhat… there is my complaining for the day, hope you enjoy it.”

She doesn’t really say anything, she kind of just nods her head and looks down at the ground. The emotion in her eyes changed, I wonder what I could have said that would affect her… or maybe she was just PMSing or something. I took a deep breath and continued talking.

”So, what you going to do now that you are kind of… jobless? I mean, ASW is done, so I assume… I don’t know, have you thought into it at all? Going back to England? Staying around? Anything…?”

She let out a light laugh, not the happy kind as she picked her head up, shaking her head and looking forward at me. Her tone clearly not too happy.

”Oh wow, back to England eh? Trying to get rid of me already?”

Of course she fucking took that the wrong way, why wouldn’t she? Everyone takes every fucking thing the wrong way, it’s just how this damn world works… you can never please anyone, especially woman. Just have to please yourself I guess, luckily I was pretty damn good at that, but at the same time… I felt bad for her, she seemed pretty upset. I shook my head as I responded to her comments.

”That is not what I mean, I just meant… any plans? Like, have you looked into any other places? Anything around here? Anywhere? I know you want to keep wrestling, or at least being involved in it, somehow.”

She shrugged a shoulder, answering my question.

”Well, I actually have been talking to your place a bit… SCW. They kind of wanted to get all of the ASW talent in SCW, well at least the good ones… apparently I fell under the list of “the good ones” go figure right? I don’t know, I guess I am going to think on that one a little bit more though, we will see.”

SCW, Desiree… and me? That didn’t sound like a horrible idea honestly. I thought for a few seconds before shrugging my shoulders and looking straight towards her as I responded to her.

”Hmm, why don’t you come to Europe with me? Come to Climax Control on Sunday? Come backstage, check out the ring before the show, maybe get to meet a few of the people, or just… hangout in my locker room since you hate people, and I don’t know, see how you like it I guess. It could be a start, you can get a feel for the SCW and maybe it can help your decision a bit…”

She shrugged a shoulder, the look on her face finally changed. Her emotions seemed to be changing by the second. She looked a bit happier now and I couldn’t help but flash a smirk at her as she nodded her head.

”Why the fuck not right? Lets do it, I guess I better back… you, uh… okay here? Need anything?”

I shrugged my shoulders, still smirking as I popped a joke out.

”Maybe we can trade lower backs? That would probably help a bit, if you’re interested?”

She stood up, slapping me playfully on the right shoulder as she chuckled light and shook her head.

”You’re ridiculous. I’ll be in my room, getting some shit ready… call my name if you need anything.”

She leaned forward, planting a kiss on my cheek and whoa, that was… different. It actually felt pretty nice too, I am not going to lie. She smirked at me as she slowly pulled her face away, looking at me in the eyes the whole time. She walked away as I stared at her while she walked towards the doorway, turning a corner and exiting the room, heading towards her room. I leaned backwards against the couch cushions, trying to get my back comfortable. Go figure, for the short time that her and me were talking there, my back wasn’t really bothering me, kind of interesting. I guess it must have just, went away for a bit… and it still wasn’t bothering me. I shrugged my shoulders, licking my bottom lip as I ran my right hand back through my hair. Hmm, one whole day of relaxing… then another 2 to 3 days of traveling, training, and kicking some ass in the Semi-Finals… ugh, talk about a fucked up schedule, but it was all worth it, very fucking worth it.


   
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<Center>Scene One | Off Camera
| That Just Wasn’t… Fuck |

Lately everything has been quite up to par in Sin City Wrestling for me. The matches have been great, a bit easy sometimes, but still the competition was better than any other place around. The events were crazy, and getting crazier by the week, literally. The heat was building, the matches were getting more interesting and overall it was just turning into a more and more fucking kick ass company to stay in. But this match, it was just… wow! Talk about shit being intense, damn... definitely the most competitive match I have had here in Sin City Wrestling thus far, and I loved it... every damn second of it. First off, seeing Adam Stone as one of the mystery men was just great, I guess I was completely correct when I said he was a coward, piece of shit nobody... just like he has always been. Oh, and the funny part? He still was stiff and not the greatest in the ring, but Mikah was holding her own against Misty, and at times I felt a bit nervous... it's hard to trust anyone in this world, especially when it can cost you a tournament match and potential Championship shot.

”Get up bitch.”

I shouted as I looked down, grabbing Adam Stone by his hair, felt great beating the fuck out of a piece of shit like him, just like he used to get the shit kicked out of him in the EWF days. I toss him into the ropes, he bounces and comes back as I hit the canvas, he hops over me as I hop back up to my feet and run towards him. I leap into the air as I feel sweat drip down my face in mid air, and then I notice Stone leaping into the air as well. We collide in mid air and both go crashing into the ground, what the fuck was this idiot thinking? That was my first thought, but that all changed once I landed lower back first on the canvas…

Craaaaackkk…

What… the… fuck… was… that? I heard an awkward crack in my lower back, and instantly felt a shooting pain. The pain shot up to the middle of my back and hit the sides of my lower back as well. I couldn’t think straight from the pain, literally not sure what happened, I hadn’t felt pain like this since… well, since my initial injury back in 2009. I shook my head as I tried to crawl my way over to the ropes where Misty was waiting for a tag, I used the ring ropes to pull myself up to my feet a bit, as I reached out and slapped the hand of Misty, tagging her into the ring and then instantly falling back to the ground, rolling over onto the outside canvas as I watched Misty and Mikah go at it… kind of, while pushing my legs forward, trying to comfort my lower back in someway, and also not show that I was hurting.

Ding… Ding… Ding…

Okay, I heard the bell, and I looked over at Misty who was on top of Mikah in a pin, that’s a good thing, that is definitely a good thing… wait, I really fucking hope that is a good thing, why did I just hear the bell? I literally felt as if I blacked out from the pain and didn’t see anything that just went down in the last few seconds… but luckily I heard Justin De… whatever the fuck his last name is, on the microphone… and he calmed my nerves a bit.

”Here are your winners, advancing to the Quarter-Finals ... Misty and Andrew Watts!”

I somehow met Misty in the center of the ring, standing, in excruciating pain, but standing victorious somehow… more so thanks to Misty this time. I raised an arm, looking at the confused Misty who raised an arm as well, scoring her first ever career pin fall, well… at least, that is probably what she was thinking or feeling right now. Talk about coming up big. I tried not to show the pain as I hunched over for a second, and then pushed myself back up to a straight standing position. Mikah and Stone argued with the referee about something, no clue what… but they looked pretty pissed off, probably because they just got their asses handed to them by someone who could barely stand right now and… Ms. Amnesia herself. I nodded my head, smirking with confidence, but at the same time wondering what the fuck was going on in my already destroyed lower back...


Wow… the pain wasn’t as bad as first, but it came and went, and when it was present… it really fucking was present, and not in a good way. I made my way backstage, without showing any signs of pain or anything towards anyone that I walked by, obviously I didn’t want anyone to know about this, and I also didn’t want word getting to staff, and them pull me from this tournament because they think that it might be “what is good for me” or some shit. Nobody knows what is good for me, except me… and thats final. I know my body, I’ve competed in pain before, this back injury put me out for 5 years, and I knew that coming back I always had the risk of reinjury… but, that is a risk that was worth taking, to me. I am just hoping that this wasn’t that “reinjury” moment right now.

| Andrew Watts |
"Fuck me...”

A random pain shot into my back, felt as if someone had just stabbed a knife into my lower back or something… not that I knew what the felt like, but one could only imagine, right? Yeah, right. I hunched over, grabbing the edge of a mini desk in my locker room, not sure why the fuck there was a desk in MY locker room. But, it just came in handy, so fuck it. I hunched over, squeezing the edge of the desk with my hands as I closed my eyes, pushing my lips together, hoping this sharp pain would just last a few seconds, or just… at least lighten or something. I took a few deep breaths, trying not to think about it…

| Andrew Watts |
"Think of better shit, come on… not pain. Think of great things: championships, titties, asses, big round sexy asses, titties, more titties, and… ahhh FUCK!”

I shouted out as I felt another sharp pain hit my lower back, jeez! What the fuck was going on back there. It felt like I was about to take an 8 pound shit, straight from my spine. I shook my head, starting to break a sweat from the pain. Still shirtless from my match, but in a pair of shorts now… I somehow managed to change from my ring gear, kind of. I shook my head and as I did I heard the door swing open, I pushed myself up, standing straight up, my hands clenched in fists as I tried not to show any pain, my back still to the door as I stared forward at the wall and I whispered to myself,

| Andrew Watts |
"Shit… really?”

I wasn’t expecting anyone to walk in yet, I thought Kaelin had the week off, he’s the only one I could think would just come into my locker room without knocking. What the fuck was he doing here? I slowly turned my head to see who it was, and as I heard the door shut, I seen Kaelin strolling into my locker room. Son of a bitch, he just had to be at the show didn’t he? I look towards him as I see him coming my way, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans that had seen better days, I couldn’t even tell the brand. He was also sporting a grey v-neck t-shirt that was in better condition than his jeans, and a pair of big black boots, the boots actually looked like he paid decent money for them. I turned my head back to the wall, standing straight up, not showing off any sign of pain as I heard his footsteps approaching me. Each time his boots clapped against the floor, my back felt like it ached even more.

| Alex Kaelin |
"What’s up dick?”

Just as I hear him say these words, he slaps his hand against my lower back as a friendly “hello” gesture, the most painful fucking gesture I have ever felt in my life. I felt the pain shoot through my lower back once again, as sharp as ever as I quickly hunched over, grabbing the edge of the desk once again and yelling out…

| Andrew Watts |
"GEORGE WASHINGTON FUCK! SHIT! WOW! DICK LICK CLIQUE! MOTHER FUCKING GABRIEL ASAR! SON OF A BITCH WITH ANAL BEADS! PARIS HILTON! SUPER BOWL SEX! FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE!”

The pain literally made me say all kinds of random shit, things I had never even thought of saying before… did I just say anal beads? I took a deep breath, slowly turning around, resting my butt against the desk as I turned to face Kaelin, leaned back on the desk. Kaelin’s eyes were wide open, he looked like he just discovered a new species or something as he stared at me in confusion, and some shock too. I closed my eyes for a second, letting out another deep breath, and then opened them as Kaelin slowly started talking to me, a lot of confusion in his tone.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Dude, serious question… have you developed tourettes?”

I can feel the fire in my eyes as I give him a straight stare into the eyes, shaking my head, my right hand glued to my lower back, trying to calm the pain a bit. I am going to kill him, I really am… I take another deep breath, still staring straight into the eyes of Kaelin who is still looking back at me in confusion. I close my eyes for a second, taking one more deep breath, opening them and staring right back at him as I respond to him.

| Andrew Watts |
"No… fucking… asshole… I do not, thank you. I do however, have the worst fucking pain ever, in my already completely fucked up and destroyed lower back. Thank you very much for slapping it…”

Kaelin is still staring at me in confusion… probably wondering what the fuck I am talking about. Obviously he knows about my back injury back in 2009, but he also knows that my back has been feeling great since then, thanks to all of the physical therapy and everything else I had to go through… so he is still looking a bit lost.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Your back? What the hell are you even talking about dude? You’re back has been fine for years, you’ve been going out there and kicking ass, taking falls… you just destroyed Adam Stone, who by the way… where the fuck did he come from? I thought he was homeless or something by now… but, your back? What are you even talking about, you look better than ever...”

He doesn’t get it, I guess I played it off pretty good during the match, thank god because… I didn’t want anyone else knowing about this, except for me, and well… I guess I had to tell him now. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as I looked back into his eyes and began to speak.

| Andrew Watts |
"Dude… did you see when I went for a crossbody and Stone totally botched the fucking move? Fucking idiot… he fucking hit me awkwardly and I landed on my lower back and something just popped. And ever since, my back his legit been on fire, sharp pains coming and going, I feel like I have a fucking knife in my lower back ever since...”

I exhale in frustration, the pain was starting to dull a bit, thank god. But I knew it would come back randomly again, I needed to find some pain killers or something around here. Someone had to have some, I wasn’t a huge fan of taking stuff, even when I really had to… but right now, I MORE than really had to. I stood up straight, the lightening of the pain allowing me to do so as I continue to stare at Kaelin who doesn’t look as confused anymore, more so… upset or something, if he even has feelings that is.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Fuck dude, that… that can’t happen. We are about to take SCW over, and we are doing a great fucking job at it. I mean, we both advanced to the next round of the tournament, I am the Roulette Champion, we have the Heavyweight Championship in our vision with this tournament, we have it all. You getting hurt and SCW putting you on the injured list, that just screws up everyth…”

I shoot my finger up into the air, shushing him as I quickly cut him off, a tone of anger in my voice as I shake my head while speaking… more so demanding than speaking actually.

| Andrew Watts |
“Stop right there. We are about to take over SCW, we are about to be the top two dogs in SCW, the two people that everyone wants to take down, the two people that everyone wants to be… and you’re so fucking right, everything is right there in our vision, just how we planned, and just how we are going to continue to do so. That is exactly why NO ONE except you and me will know about my back acting up. SCW staff does not find out, nobody on the roster finds out, and nobody else in the world finds out. I can play this off, you just have to trust me. Nobody… finds… out…”

Kaelin nods his head, he didn’t seem to sure about how I was going to do this, or if I was going to be able to pull it off, shit, I wasn’t either… but the good part was, I could tell that he trusted my words, and I trusted my words too, for some fucked up reason. Kaelin nods his head once more as he responds to what I just said.

| Alex Kaelin |
“Yeah dude, you got it… lets just hope that it isn’t an injury like last time. I guess, time will tell? Or something? I’m not sure how it works but, hopefully it’s just a little flare up of your old injury, and nothing new…”

I nod my head, yeah fucking hopefully is the right word, everything he just said is the right words. If that could be all that this is, then I would be the happiest man alive. The only good part about all of this was, that it was a possibility that this was just a flare up, as Kaelin mentioned, a damn painful one. I took a deep breath, running my hand back through my damp, sweaty hair as I nodded my head once more and looked towards Kaelin.

| Andrew Watts |
“I fucking hope so dude, because that would save us, well… save me at least. But I am going to have to make a quick trip to the states again, I know I might have a match next Sunday here in Europe, so it’s going to be tight traveling… but I have to see my chiropractor. Even if he can’t give me a reason right away, at least I can convince him to give me something to hopefully make the pain go away or, shit… even cut it in half, and I’ll be happy. If I have to spend 5 of the next 6 days traveling instead of training for my next match, then so be it… consider that my training for the week.”

Kaelin nods his head, he knew how I felt, minus the pain… I know he did, because this guy loved the business and the passion of wrestling almost as much as I did, if not as much. He placed his hands on his hips, my usual stance, but something I was afraid to even do right now, considering any movement could set off another flare up of sharp pains, so I tried keeping my movement to a minimum.

| Alex Kaelin |
“Yeah man, I get it. I could come with you if you want, I don’t mind… and uh, as for next week… yeah, you do have a match. I was just checking my phone as I walked to your room and we are both booked in tournament matches…”

Oh fuck, were we about to be facing each other? My eyes shot to his as I quickly responded to what he just said.

| Andrew Watts |
“Wait, one… you don’t have to come with me, stay here and just… enjoy it, Europe is a fucking sight to see. And, second… we better not be fucking facing each other, please tell me we are not facing each other…”

Kaelin kind of chuckles as he shakes his head, running his right hand across the bottom of his chin as he takes a short breath, not replying right away… kind of letting my anticipation build up, typical Kaelin… being an asshole He then looks me in the eyes, his hands returning to his hips as he answers my question.

| Alex Kaelin |
“Nah we are good in that department. I am facing that Mr. TNT guy, or whatever the hell his name is, and Melody Grace… you know, that unicorn loving bitch? Well me and Jade have them, should be a piece of cake… and you, you are facing your little crush of a woman Mercedes Vargas… and one of your favorite people in the world… one half of the Dick Lick Clique… none other than the one, the only… J… T… MIDAS!”

He literally sounded like some kind of crazy announcer that was announcing a new movie coming out that would make fans go crazy at the sound of it, and as he mentioned the last name.. my pain literally instantly turned to pleasure. I was finally going to get my hands on one of those two idiot bastards that think they can run around here like they run the damn place, and do shit their own way… fuck no, that was our job, that’s what the REJECTS do. And now I get to put one of the little bitches in his place, this was going to be amazing. I nod my head in satisfaction, turning my attention back to Kaelin, my eyes staring straight at him, my right hand no longer against my lower back as I smile confidently, and nod my head once more, responding to what Kaelin just said.

| Andrew Watts |
“Fuck… YES! I have been waiting since day one to get my hands on one of those pieces of shits, and now I finally get to. Talk about going from extremely unlucky, to extremely lucky. All I need to fucking do now, is go get my back checked, get something to kill this fucking pain… and get in that ring and show DP Midas who the fuck runs the show around here. Man, it’s like Christmas came early right? Talk about a good draw in the tournament. Mr. Gambling Addict himself, I can’t wait to send him back to rehab, this time it won’t be the kind that teaches them not to gamble… it will be the kind that teaches them how to use all of their limbs, again.”

I smirk confidently, obviously very excited about my next match… even though I had what could be a major issue going on right now. Kaelin looked at me like I was a crazy man, but lets be honest… aren’t I? Quite a bit, if you ask me that is. Kaelin nods his head as he responds to me, not so much about what I just said, but just a response in general.

| Alex Kaelin |
“You’re fucking crazy, but… that is exactly why we get along. But, enough about JT, enough about kicking ass, and enough about your back. I know you want to get on a flight as soon as you can, but… it’s 11 PM here, which means it’s 6 PM in America which means the Super Bowl is in 30 fucking minutes. You ready for some beers and some NFL, Belfast Style?”

That sounded perfect, maybe the alcohol could numb me enough to watch the Patriots kick the Seahawks ass. I couldn’t stand Marshawn Lynch and if I was about to go watch him win a Super Bowl… well, let’s just say I would rather be kicked in the lower back right now than see that happen. I nod my head as I place my hands on my hips, no pain… thankfully.

| Andrew Watts |
“You know it dude, and I know the perfect fucking place, not far from here at all… broads, brews, and Patriots… can’t wait to do this… but right after, I need to get my ass on a plane, hopefully very intoxicated, and on my way to America again. You have to help me out with that buying tickets from your phone app thing, you’re good with that.”

Kaelin nods his head in agreement as I walk over to my gym bag. I grab a pair of jeans out of it, and a t-shirt. I begin to change into my street clothes as Kaelin is talking to me.

| Alex Kaelin |
“Yeah dude, I definitely got you there. And fucking Patriots all the way bro, who wants to see the same old thing as last year anyways? Fuck the Hawks, fuck Wilson, and fuck Katy Perry…”

As I am about to throw my white Armani Exchange t-shirt over my head, I stop, looking at Kaelin and arching an eyebrow.. what the fuck did he even just say anyways…?

| Andrew Watts |
“Katy Perry? What the fuck does Katy Perry have to do with the fucking Super Bowl?”

I ask in confusion, throwing the shirt over my head as I pulled it down towards my waist, still looking towards Kaelin with confusion. Kaelin shook his head, turning his attention back to me as he answered my question.

| Alex Kaelin |
“She is doing the fucking halftime show bro… that’s why I said fuck Katy Perry, who cares about the halftime show?”

I shrug a shoulder, a confident smirk on my face… I nod my head as I respond to his comment “fuck Katy Perry” a bit delayed, but still a response.

| Andrew Watts |
“Shit… I mean, I’d fuck Katy Perry, those tits are perfectly enormous… and not the bad kind of enormous either… let’s get rolling.”

Kaelin nods his head as I grab a black Puma zip up hoodie, with the word PUMA written sideways in a blue font on the one side of the jacket, and the Puma logo on the other side in the same blue as the font. I throw it over my head, my back stiff a bit as I do this, but still not too much pain, not like earlier at least. Kaelin makes his way for the door as I follow. Now I couldn’t even think about the Super Bowl, because well… I started thinking about something way more important, and crucial. Katy Perry’s tits were on my mind, and they were literally all I could think of, especially this picture of her I had in my phone… talk about moon balloons. I’ll show that woman a halftime show, one she’ll never be able to perform the same again after performing it with me. I shake my head, getting my mind out from being in the gutter as I follow Kaelin who throws my locker room door open. I follow him as he exits the locker room, trying not to think about my back too much, not right now at least… as the door slams shut behind us, and we make our way to drink in Belfast.


| Journal Entry |

I’ll never forget back when I first started off in this business… talk about a kid who was in love with what he does. My love for competing in the ring quickly turned to a deep passion, and since then it has been the biggest passion in my life…  I went on to wrestle in various promotions, facing big names, huge names, and even a few little guys here and there. I held top Championships, mid card Championships, and even a Hardcore Championship. After capturing 10 different Championships, I was really starting to build my career up. I was taking off, like a fucking rocket. And then… then something fucking happened. I was wrestling in the AOWF, as the Legacy Championship… the one Title that I still hold and have, I have it with me everywhere I go, and many ask what it is, and many remember what it is. I was doing great, representing the PWO and representing AOWF as the Legacy Champion in AWOF and the United America Champion in the PWO. It was all going fucking amazing, a fucking fairy tail, perfection honestly. Until the injury…

That Crippling Fall...

I will never fucking forget what happened that night, talk about going from the top, straight to the bottom… literally. I took a sick bump that the staff of the promotion I was in at the time had asked me to take. They wanted something the fans would scream "holy shit" about during their big Pay-Per-View. Well, they got it, but it costed them one of their top superstars. I flew off of that ladder and straight onto the arena floor, not the canvas as originally planned. I had no feeling in my right leg, I could barely move either of my legs, I couldn't roll over, and even my upper back and shoulders felt stiff. What just happened to me? I started to feel faint and the next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital, I was tied up pretty good, at first it basically felt like a full body cast. Ethan sat next to me, breaking the great news to me- two herniated disks and one completely crushed disk in my lower back, perfect. The first question I had for the doctor was obvious, how long until I can get back in the ring? But it was the answer that changed everything for me from that day on, I had been injured before, given timetables on returns, but never one like this. His reply, I was told that I would never step foot in a ring again, and after promising myself that it wasn't true, and that I would get back into the ring as soon as possible, working out, attempting to train, but then something happened. I saw the way my body was reacting to any type of training, I went against doctor's orders, trying to get back into the ring, and after doing that. I began to remember the doctor's orders, and sadly even I began to believe it.

I Did The Unthinkable...

After my injury, I began training, every day, doing my physical therapy like it was a job, literally. I never left the gym, all day, in the gym, all night, in the gym. I worked my ass off, and it really paid off. After 5 years of therapy, working out, running, playing around lightly in the ring, and multiple surgeries on my lower back to try and repair anything that wasn't already too damaged, it was time. Everyone who knew about the injuries has told me that they are shocked, a miracle. I have finally been cleared to return to the one thing that drives me like no other. There was still a risk, a risk of further injury that would cause me to possibly even lose the ability to walk. But with this news my passion was finally so close to returning that I could taste it at the tip of my tongue, and I did. I quickly made the decision and I quickly got myself back in the ring… and everything was going perfectly fine… until… well until…

I Heard That Pop In My Back On Sunday Night...

Now there was one thing I could do, and only one… just fucking hope that this was nothing to worry about. All I could do was sit here, and hope, pray, wish, everything possible that I could do… that it was nothing more than a little flare up, or maybe just a really bad pulled muscle, something… anything. As long as I didn’t have to hear the words I heard 5 years ago, again… because those words that put me out of action 5 years ago… well, I think they’d keep me out of the ring for good this time. Fingers crossed, hopes high, and back well rested… not sure if that would matter at this point but… every little thing could help right now. My ticket was booked, I was set to go back to America… to see my chiropractor, and hopefully get the best news I could fucking get right now, you know… that, or the worst fucking news I could get right now. I guess time would tell, short time, or maybe long time, who fucking knew? All that I knew was… I was wrestling next Sunday, and I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say.


Scene Two | Off Camera
| First Class Flight |

I sat there in my airplane seat, first class, the best way to do it… man was it comfortable, my back felt pretty decent too. Kaelin and I watched the Patriots win a shocker over the Hawks, and it was one hell of a fucking Super Bowl. Not to mention we threw down a pretty high amount of beers, I loved Belfast for that exact reason… these fuckers knew how to pound some brews, definitely. I was still buzzing from the pub we were at, possibly even a bit more than a buzz. Wow, talk about a bad play call, how do you not rush Marshawn Lynch from the one yard line? The media was going to be all over this one...oh well though, if the play call would have worked, there would be no questioning of it, but it didn’t...so there damn sure will be.I stretched my back a bit, trying to get comfortable, I hadn’t had a sharp pain in almost an hour, which was a good thing… but I was also highly intoxicated for some time there, and it still hadn’t worn off. I smiled, feeling pretty good as I stared forward down the row I was sitting in. Not many people in the airplane, then again...it was a fucking 5 in the morning, last second take off flight… wait, what the...

| Andrew Watts |
“You’re fucking shitting me…”

I said to myself as I stared down the row… was I seeing things, was the alcohol I consumed really that high in volume? Or was this really happening…? Of all of the fucking planes, of all of the fucking flights, and of every day, or hour to find a flight… you had to find mine? I couldn’t believe my luck sometimes. I shook my head, trying to snap out of it, but nope… it was fucking real, 100 percent fucking real.I stared down the row, and walking up it, straight towards me was none other than Desiree fucking Parker. And of course, she had already spotted me… this was going to be interesting. She approached my, her attention clearly on me as she sported a cocky grin, staring right at me as she began to speak to me while making her way right towards me.

| Desiree Parker |
“Well… well… well… look who we have here. Wait a second, why the hell are you even here? Don’t you have a match on Sunday? Why are you going back to the states…?”

She looked at me with confusion as she stopped walking, standing just a few feet from my chair. I looked at her, dressed in a pair of black Valentino smooth calfskin over-the-knee boots, styled with wide goldtone rockstud ankle strap, skinny white G-Star jeans that definitely made her nice, round ass look amazing, and a pretty cute light blue Hugo Boss cotton-silk blouse that of course... showed off those big bad mountains of hers. I shook my head, snapping out of it as I stopped checking her out, which was weird because… last time I seen her, I didn’t seem this attracted to her, oh well. I looked up at her as she started down at me, her arms crossed across her very impressive sized chest as she gave me a cocky grin, arching an eyebrow and awaiting my response to her question. Wait, what was her question again? I kind of got lost in her body, not literally… I wish though. I think she asked about America, fuck… what do I say. I run my hand back through my hair, opening my eyes a bit wider than usual as I try to let out a random lie, how good of a liar am I… test time.

| Andrew Watts |
"Uh, America… yeah, I kind of have some shit I have to take care of… which really sucks because I have to be back here by at latest Sunday morning, but I would love to be back by say, Saturday, maybe Friday night if possible. Talk about a week of traveling hell right? What about you, why you leaving so soon Ms. Desiree?”

I raised an eyebrow her way, I am sure she was going to have a much better explanation of why she was leaving, you know… one that actually made sense, one that was better than “I have some shit to take care of” like this dumbass right here just stated. She chuckled a bit, shaking her head as she continued to look down at me, and she replied with a tone of confidence.

| Desiree Parker |
“Well silly, you do know that I am working in America… and my company doesn’t take tours of Europe, like yours does. So as much as I enjoyed being at Climax Control, and as much as I loved being back in Europe, oh and as nice as it was to see you beat down some random washed up ex-wrestler and that prissy blonde bitch Mikah… well, I have to get back to my Arizona State Wrestling, where the LITTLE girls play, apparently. And by the way, we finally have something in common… we both have a win over that plastic bitch Mikah, congrats on that.”

I nod my head. Yeah, her explanation was definitely a lot better than mine was… much better, not even close, uncomparable to say the least. But I didn’t really care, because clearly she bought mine, not even asking any more question about it. She stayed standing, which was making me a bit uncomfortable. This was first class, I am sure no one would mind if she sat by me, right? I doubt it, so do I offer her a seat… do I really want to spend the next few hours on a plane with this bipolar, crazy, psycho bitch? Fuck it, at least she is nice to look at… better than getting some old rich man who farts without realizing it. I exhaled, tapping my hand against the padding of the seat next to me as I look towards Desiree.

| Andrew Watts |
“So, you going to sit next to me… or, what’s the deal here?”

I shoot her a quick smirk, confidently as I pull my hand back into my lap and she lightly chuckles. She shrugs her shoulders as she looks at me, a slight grin on her face, her eyes for once actually have a happy glow to them, and not a bitchy one, surprise.

| Desiree Parker |
“Why the fuck not, right? I guess we are flight buddies now… whoopie!”

She said playfully, something I had never heard from her mouth before… was she changing, or was she just starting to get comfortable with me or something? I was really getting confused, but whatever. I smiled as she walked by me, her butt just a few inches from my face as she tried to get by to sit on the chair next to me, I tried so hard not to just… grab it, or throw my face into it, rip her pants off… all of the above. I kept my cool, and she got by as she sat down next to me, looking over at me and slapping my playfully against the upper thigh. She smirked, looking me in the eye, resting her head back against her seat and asking me another question.

| Desiree Parker |
“So seriously Andrew… tell me, why are you going back to America, because I don’t buy your “just for some shit” answer, that is just… well, some shit. Obviously something is up for you to be making this kind of trip, you can tell me… not like I have any friends or anyone I trust who I can spoil it to.”

I exhaled, how the fuck did she realize that I wasn’t being honest earlier, damn her… I guess she was right… I couldn’t sit on a plane next to her without telling her what was up, especially if I got a sharp pain or something while sitting next to her. I ran my hand back through my hair, clearing my throat, and turning my face as I stared at her. She had some really pretty eyes, like… really pretty. We stared for a few seconds, our faces not far from each other’s at all, and it was a bit weird… I actually felt something, something that wasn’t there this summer when we talked and hung out quite a bit, something different. I stared for a few more seconds before sighing and answering her question… truthfully this time.

| Andrew Watts |
“Yeah, I mean I guess you are right about one thing… nobody likes you, you have no friends, so you won’t tell anyone. I’m just being a dick, but seriously… I guess I might as well tell you, you just can’t repeat this to anyone because, nobody can find out… especially ASW and SCW, since they are kind of connected. So um, in my match on Sunday, while I was beating the fuck out of that piece of shit, washed up nobody named Adam Stone. Well we were in the ring together towards the end of the match and I kind of went for a move, and I still am really not sure what the fuck he did, or tried to do, or what he was thinking… but he totally botched the move and fucked it up royally… and I ended up landing right on my lower back, you know… my lower back with two herniated disks, and one completely crushed disk? That lower back… and I definitely heard some kind of… pop… or crack...or something that I couldn’t really make out because of everything going on. But I do know that ever since, I have been getting the worst pains in my lower back, and… well, I am just fucking hoping that some piece of shit wash up didn’t just ruin the rest of my career, because he doesn’t know how to wrestle.”

She kind of takes a minute to take this all in, it was a lot to take in I guess. Especially with the detail I just described it in. For some reason I described it better to her than I did to Kaelin, must have been because of the pain I was in when I described it to Kaelin, or maybe it was just easier to talk to her than it was to him, for some reason. I rested my head back in my chair as I took a deep breath, she kind of let out a chuckle that resembled more of a “wow” than a laugh. She took a short breath and then responded to everything I just filled her brain with.

| Desiree Parker |
“Wow… well… wow. I really don’t even know what to actually say to all of that. That is pretty fucked up… that is pretty rough… and that is pretty damn stupid if you have to call it quits AGAIN just because that idiot couldn’t wrestle. I kind of noticed it by the way, the crossbody right? He totally botched that move, and I noticed your face definitely looked like you were in pain. But I didn’t think it was anything like that… so is that why you are going back to America now? Your doctor or… what exactly?”

She placed her hand on the armrest of the chair, still looking towards me. I sat up a bit more, my back was a bit stiff, but no pain yet. I looked back at her, she was staring into my eyes… this was a different Desiree than the one that I was used to, something had changed about her. I nodded my head as I answered her question… or questions that is.

| Andrew Watts |
“Bingo, you got it. I have to get it checked out just to make sure it isn’t something super serious, before getting back into the ring… plus I really need to get something for the pain, if it isn’t something serious. Because if I can still wrestle, I am going to need to dull this pain, because there is no fucking way in hell that I can last more than 5 minutes in the ring if I have these pains, you have no idea how bad they are. I can handle pain, but… when it feels like this, I don’t think anybody could do it, literally.”

Desiree nodded her head, she continued to stare at me, almost as if she cared… which was strange because, this girl didn’t care about anything, at least from what I knew about her, she never did. I stared back at her, and there was silence for a few seconds, before she started talking again.

| Desiree Parker |
“You’ll be okay, I’ll bet on it. You’re a tough one, and you can really kick some ass… I can’t see this tournament thing going on without you being the one winning it. You’re the next SCW Heavyweight Champion right? So start thinking like one and stop worrying about what could happen, or what might happen. You’ll be fine, and you’ll be back in that ring in no time… kicking everyone’s asses, Highlighting everyone, and running your ugly mouth about how much of a bad ass you are. That sound about right Mr. Watts?”

I hope she was right, she sounded right… but then again she was also saying exactly what I WANTED to hear, so who knows… maybe it was just my brain playing tricks on me, maybe not. I sighed, my back tightening up again, but I ignored it… turning my head back to face Desiree as I responded to what she just said… which sounded pretty damn accurate too.

| Andrew Watts |
“Yeah, that sounds pretty fucking right Desiree. Highlight… kicking ass… taking names… winning the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Shit, it sounds like you know my plans better than I do, literally.I guess you know me pretty decent, that is something alright… because not many people know me… in fact, basically nobody knows me, or my intentions. Although I feel I make them quite clear sometimes, it’s just that the majority of the people are idiots, I guess you don’t fall in that category though...“

I take a short breath, pausing for a second, and then ask her a question… totaly off of the current topic.

| Andrew Watts |
“By the way, how is uh… looking for a place to stay going? Any luck with that yet? Find anything, or still looking?“

She shrugged her shoulders and I could instantly tell by the look in her face that well… no luck, probably still staying in that crappy hotel she mentioned that ASW had hooked her up with. She let out a sigh, running her hand through her long dark hair as she placed both hands on her upper thighs and answered my question.

| Desiree Parker |
“Any luck? Luck and me, we don’t go too well together… so nope, no luck, nothing. Just, you know… taking it a day at a time I guess, and if something pops up, then well… I guess luck finally found me, ha!”

I shrugged a shoulder, arching an eyebrow as I stared at her for a second, didn’t seem like her favorite subject as her mood seemed to have changed a bit… I guess I could offer her what I was getting at with the initial question.

| Andrew Watts |
“You uh… you want to crash at my place? You know, at least until you are on your feet… or just, for however long you want, or need to. Just, if you want that is. I figure it’s not the best out there, but it beats what you are going with right now. If you’re interested that is…”

Her mood seemed to instantly change, she cracked a smile and her eyes definitely filled with joy… not to sound like a Christmas card, but it was true… the little girl in her must have awoken or something. I smirked as she thought about it for a second, but the look on her face already said it all. I nodded my head as she shrugged her shoulder, replying in a confident voice, trying to play it off cool...as usual.

| Desiree Parker |
“Hmm, that would be alright for now I guess… if you really don’t mind me that is. I guess it does beat the stupid hotels that ASW offers us… definitely.”

I smirked, she put her head back against her chair as she looked forward, a half smirk on her face, no longer staring at me. I nod my head, still staring towards her, as I said a few more words.

| Andrew Watts |
“Yeah… I’ll bet it does.”

I let out a light chuckle, a smirk on my face as I kind of stretched out my back a bit, but not too much, because at the same time I was still kind of afraid to go too far, and go through more pain for no reason. I nodded my head as I looked over at Desiree who was leaned back, her eyes closed, her arms still on the armrests of her chairs. I sighed, letting out a deep breath, leaning back in my chair, staring forward as I placed my hands on the armrests as well… our hands sort of, almost touching…. because of the set up of the armrests and chairs, no other reason really. I felt my back tighten up again, but no sharp pain, I hadn’t had one since I sat down, must be the padding in this seat...I might have to pry it out of the airplane and take it with me everywhere I go, you know… kind of save myself some pain when I have to sit down. What exactly did I just do? I offered a woman, not even a woman really… a girl that I ALMOST had a thing with, I offered her to stay with me… a girl that I have seen two times since this summer… a girl that I barely knew anything about other than the fact that she was psycho, crazy, and could be the biggest bitch of them all. Was I thinking straight right now? Or was all of this pain and overthinking causing me to make for some really stupid decisions. I guess time would tell on that one, eh? I guess so. I tried to stop thinking so much, letting my legs stretch out a bit more as I reclined my chair back a bit further, trying to keep my back as comfortable as possible. I closed my eyes, hoping I could fall asleep for a bit, because if not… I could see this being, one, long flight… thank god I was still buzzing from the beers.
   
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<Center>Scene One | Off Camera
| Gabriel Ass-Who? Exactly |

I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead, running down my cheek, to my lips, jaw, my shoulders... literally everywhere. This was quite the battle, and he was a decent competitor... shit he even had a pin attempt on me a coupe of seconds ago. I guess you could say I was expecting him to be a bit easier, but still... I always come prepared. I stared at him out of the corner of my eye, he was brewing with confidence, he thought this match was in the bag... why? Because I am laying on the ground? I am just taking a little breather here idiot, and he is just taking his time. Asar's hands were on the top ropes, his back to me, he took a deep breath and I seen him hop up onto the top rope. What mistake did Asar just make here? His back is still turned to me. I quickly popped up to my feet, taking a few steps towards the turnbuckle as Asar turned around, a look of shock in his eyes as he was expecting me to still be laying on the canvas. I split his legs as he falls, his legs splitting the turnbuckle and we all know how bad that feels... even for someone with as little down there as Asar. I smirk as I throw my arms around his head and, could I do this? Why not... Highlight from the top rope, Asar was out and I was on for the cover. I could hear the referee's hands hitting the canvas…

...1!
...2!
...3!

The third time the hand hit was followed by the sound of the ring bell as it shouted three straight times... ding, ding, ding. I smirked, one more match, one more victory. Could this get any better? Could I get any better? I was on a roll, and not even a big name in SCW like Gabriel Asar was able to stop that, not even close. Europe was always my place, I always rocked here, and I have continued to show exactly why. Asar had no idea what was coming to him, he underestimated me because he is the so called hot shit around here... not anymore, you can take the word hot out of the equation now because Asar is nothing more than just plain, regular shit after I finished him off. It played in my head, over and over… how fucking amazing was that? Not only was it my fifth straight victory, but a fucking Highlight from the top rope? There was no better way to finish that one off… talk about a finisher of the month… or year candidate, if they even have that type of award that is. I nodded my head with confidence, that is how we do it around here.

| Andrew Watts |
"Fuck… Yeah!”

I shouted out loud to myself as I pushed my way through the curtain, making my way from the ring and stage area and into the backstage area. The noise of the fans still audible from behind me as I continued to walk further away from the curtains. I cut a quick promo after my match, as tired and as exhausted as I was… I felt like saying a few words, if anyone missed it… then they really missed out and should go back and watch it, considering it was the second best thing on Climax Control tonight, first best being my match of course.

| Andrew Watts |
"Five… Five… Five… and no losses...”

I continued to talk to myself as I walked along confidently backstage. Still in my wrestling gear, still covered with sweat, and still as energetic as they can get. I was a big walking ball of confidence, and nobody was seemingly able to break that confidence, and I don’t think anybody is stupid enough to even try anymore… considering the fate of the last few people who have tried. I turned a corner and when I turned a corner I was met with quite the familiar face… someone I hadn’t seen in some time, but had interacted with quite a few times early on here in my career in SCW. It’s been a while, and man did I miss those…

| Andrew Watts |
“Well well well… what do we have here?”

I look straight ahead at the very firm behind that is turned to me, a pair of designer blue jeans, black heels, and a white tanktop was facing me. She heard my voice as she turned around to reveal her most important asset of them all, and we all know what that is. I smiled at Ms. Rocky Mountains, and she looked quite excited to see me as well… like I said, we had a few encounters before, but it has been quite some time since our previous little… encounter. She flashed a huge smile that actually made me take my eyes off of her breasts… no, I lied… my eyes stayed on her breasts for a few more seconds, but then finally I made my way back up to her face, as hard as that was to do. I nodded my head as I greeted her.

| Andrew Watts |
“Look who it is… standing right before me: Ms. Balloons from the Moons, Ms. Bahama Mamas, Ms. Army of Two… the one, the only… Ms. Rocky Mountains. I must say it has been quite a while since I have seen you two… ugh, I am sorry, I mean it has been quite a while since I have seen YOU around. Where have you been hiding? As hard as that is to do.”

I say confidently with a smirk, referring to her breasts being impossible to hide… hoping she caught that one, but most likely not. She threw her hand back against her hair, pushing it behind her ear as she continued to flash me a smile… although it was something else that I was wishing she would flash me. She cleared her throat, staring straight ahead at me as she responded.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
“Andrew Watts! Well it has been a while… I can’t say I am happy about that either. I’ve been all around here, have you been hiding from me Mr. Watts? Because I will be a very upset little girl if you have been...”

She crosses her arms over her chest… well, she tries to at least. I shake my head with a confident smirk, this woman had a personality, and she knew how to use it to get someone’s attention… not to mention, she didn’t annoy me, which was surprising considering… most people do. I placed a hand on my hip, my other arm resting freely at my side as I started forward towards her and replied.

| Andrew Watts |
"Hiding from you? Now who in the right state of mind would even think of doing that? I think that is the last thing anyone would want to do… any man at least. Hiding from you? That is just insane if you ask me… people should be out there looking for you, because trust me… you are definitely the one to look for, and look at. I know, I am flattering you, it’s what I do best… please, thank me.”

I was the biggest asshole around, at least that is what I thought… and also what I had been told quite a few times, on quite a few occasions, by quite a few different people. Did I care? Hell no, I actually loved it… who wouldn’t want to be the best at everything? And well, I was the best at being a jerk… just like I was the best in the ring… and the best at everything else I do. She shook her head with a smile as she playfully slapped me on the shoulder.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
“Wow, you haven’t changed one bit… not that it has been THAT long… but you are still the same old… well, jerk… and I mean that in the nicest way possible Andrew, if you understand what I am saying…”

She paused for a quick second, taking a shot breath and continuing.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
“But I must say, I have watched you compete over the last few weeks… well basically ever since you stepped foot in here, and I have to say I am BEYOND impressed. I mean I heard some great things about you: I heard that you were amazing in the ring, that you would do whatever it takes to win, put yourself in as much danger as you would put your opponent in, go to extreme lengths, and put on a show every single time you stepped into the ring. But I also heard that about oh… five hundred other faces who have come through here. But I must say Andrew, you have really lived up to all of the hype. I can’t remember the last time a Superstar here in the SCW started as hot as you, and I just wanted to say congratulations, I am impressed… and please… please keep this up, because I love it.”

I nodded my head with a cocky grin, my confidence just kept growing… it seemed as if people knew how to rub me the right way sometimes to make me even more confident, as if that was even possible. It seemed I had gained a pretty big fan here. I mean she practically creamed her panties as she described what she thinks of me. I guess I do have that effect on women though, especially the ones who were as kinky as her… not that I knew if she was kinky or anything, but lets be honest… a woman with breasts that big… you know she is into ALL of the freaky shit. I placed both hands on my hips, as I stared ahead at her and continued the conversation.

| Andrew Watts |
"Well what can I say Ms. Rocky Mountains… it is just what I do best, it is what I have always done best… and you can count on it that it is what I will continue to do, week in, and week out. Nothing will change when it comes to Andrew Watts here in SCW: the wins will continue to pile on, the opponents will continue to fall at my feet, and the Highlights will continue to become bigger, and better… each and every time. I plan to send a message every time I step in that ring… and if you ask me, I do just that, each and every single time I slide under that bottom rope, or enter through the middle rope, or even hop over the top rope… I send a message to whoever is on the other side, in that ring. I’ve ended careers, I’ve made careers, and I have made promotions go from zero… to one hundred real quick… way before Drake could even sing about it.”

I smirk as I lean against a nearby wall. She nodded her head at me as she continued to stare at me. This was starting to feel more like an interview than a conversation. I guess I was used to having a camera in my face whenever I was around her… and for once, there weren’t any, it just was the adjusting part I guess. She flashed another smile as she began to speak.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
“Well I certainly hope you are right, because I really do enjoy watching you… and if you continue to put on the clinics that you have been putting on, and you do it every match. Then there is no doubt in my mind that you will be at the top of the SCW ladder very soon, wearing the crown as the SCW Heavyweight Champion.”

I nod my head, pushing myself off of the wall, standing up straight as I stare straight ahead at her, looking her in the eyes with a look of confidence. I flash her a cocky smirk as I place my hand at the bottom of her chin, playfully running my fingers along her chin and cheek as I respond to what she just said.

| Andrew Watts |
"You say you think I will be at the top of the ladder here in SCW very soon? Wearing the SCW Heavyweight Championship around my waist, or maybe slapped on my shoulder? Well I say you are pretty damn smart then… and do you know why Ms. Rocky Mountains? Because you just predicted the future. You just said what you believe the future of SCW will be, and you were 100 percent accurate about it. The future of SCW… is standing right in front of you, the future of SCW… is The Outlaw Andrew Watts.”

I smirk as I playfully tap her cheek a few times, pulling my hand back to myself as I shoot her a wink.

| Andrew Watts |
"You remember that, okay? Now take care… keep those puppies gorgeous… and I’ll see you, and them very soon. Oh, and you can bet that I will continue to impress… I plan on being the biggest thing here in SCW… and that is saying a lot, considering the twin towers are strapped down in your bra right now.”

I smirk, obviously referring to her breasts as the biggest things in SCW, jokingly… kind of. I walk by her as she gives me a smile. Man, every time I am around here I just want to grab them and shove my face in between them until I suffocate… ugh, one day, one day… hopefully at least. I continue to walk, ignoring a few backstage workers who congratulate me on my win, you know… the unimportant people. I turn a corner as I come to my locker room. I was sharing this one with Kaelin because there was some sort of issue in his room or something. I pushed the door open, and just as I placed my one foot in the door, I heard him shout out to me.

| Alex Kaelin |
"About fucking time, there you are… I’ve been waiting forever...”

I honestly had no clue what the hell he was talking about, did we have plans or something? Didn’t he have a match he had to get ready for anyways? Why the fuck was he waiting for me? I let the door slowly close behind me as it shut and I walked into the room, looking around, trying to figure out why he was so eager for me to get back to the locker room. I made my way towards my gym bag, grabbing my towel out of it as I began to wipe myself down, trying to clear all of the sweat off of my body as I responded to him while doing this.

| Andrew Watts |
"Umm… why exactly are you waiting for me? What is going on? Did I miss something here…?”

He rolled his eyes, he didn’t seem to happy for some reason, and I really couldn’t tell why. Was he jealous that he was Roulette Champion, but I was clearly kicking more ass than he was? Did I accidentally forget to flush the toilet? I was literally lost here, I had no clue what the hell was going on. He cleared his throat before he started talking, here we go…

| Alex Kaelin |
"What the hell were you thinking out there? And don’t say you don’t know what I am talking about, because you do… or at least, you better.”

I honestly had no clue what the hell he was talking about, deja vu there… I felt like I just thought that, or maybe I did. But seriously, I was lost… I mean I went out there, I beat the hell out of Asar, I cut a promo, and I talked to Ms. Melons… I don’t even think he knew about that last part. I ran my right hand back through my hair, tossing my towel back on top of my gym bag as I stared across the room towards Kaelin and responded.

| Andrew Watts |
"Dude, what the fuck are you even talking about? Are you on crack, or is there something I am missing here?”

He shook his head, placing his hands at his hips as he took a step closer, staring at me like I stole his girlfriend or something… shit, did I? No… no I didn’t even do that. What was his deal?

| Alex Kaelin |
"Dude, seriously? That promo after your match, what the hell were you thinking? Were you even thinking?”

I shrugged my shoulders, what the fuck is he talking about… what was wrong with the promo? I don’t get this one bit… why is he so angry with me?

| Andrew Watts |
"Bro, what was wrong with the promo? I said what needed to be said, I talked about what I have been doing lately… I talked about how dominant I am… I did nothing to fucking bother you, I didn’t even fucking say your name. What the hell is your deal? Are you dripping blood or something? Is it your time of the month because I smell some real PMS here...”

Of course being an asshole wasn’t going to make this situation any better… but, it’s what I did best, and it’s what I felt needed to be said right there… so I said it. He shook his head once more as he continued on.

| Alex Kaelin |
"What the fuck was all of that bullshit you were talking about. Oh I am going to win this tournament, oh I am the best thing in this tournament and my partner is the second best thing in this tournament. My partner is so lucky, blah blah blah. What was with that bullshit. How could you call your partner, who you don’t even know yet… the second best thing in this tournament?”

I was still lost, why did that bother him? What the fuck does he even care about me, or my partner? I shook my head again as I started getting frustrated.

| Andrew Watts |
"Bro, I am the best in this tournament… therefore that makes my partner lucky and also the second best because… ohhhhhh… ohhhhh… fuck…”

It finally clicked, I knew why he was mad. He thought I was putting him down by not calling him the second best in the tournament, or at least the co-best with me. I didn’t even think that one through, I guess I was kind of in the zone… and didn’t think about anyone else, or their feelings… not that I ever did or anything. But was he really THAT mad about that? Jeez…

| Andrew Watts |
"Dude I didn’t mean you suck or anything. I just meant that my partner was lucky because they had me as a partner. I wasn’t putting you down, or claim you aren’t good or anything. Shit bro I didn’t even think about it that way, I really didn’t. Obviously you and me are the top two in this tournament, and anyone who is lucky enough to team with us should feel like the most privileged person in this world… but dude I really…”

He cut me off as he began to walk towards me, a look of anger in his eyes… he was clearly not too happy with me right now.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Save it… you’ll see who the best, and second best are in this tournament. My match is next, if you want to see the BEST then fucking watch it. Because you know I am a big fucking deal.”

He was clearly not extremely happy with me at the moment, he even bumped shoulders with me as he walked by me, and didn’t even throw a handshake or a hug my way, not even a congrats on my win. He did say one more thing as he walked towards the door though.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Oh and next week’s matches are released… your partner is Misty, good luck with that one.”

I heard him turn the door knob and yank the door open, I thought to myself for a second about what he just said as I heard the door slam shut after he exited the room. Misty? Wasn’t she a pretty big deal around here? Doesn’t she also have some type of amnesia or something? This was either going to be a really good thing or… well, a really good thing, I guess either way… it’s a really good thing. I nodded my head, running my hand back through my hair as I thought a bit more. Kaelin couldn’t stand me right now, but he would get over it… and Misty as my partner? A pretty dominant SCW Bombshell… wow, I guess things really were just getting better and better for me. Uh, and screw what Kaelin says, or what I said to him… my partner is the second most dangerous person in this tournament… Kaelin could be third… but anyone on my team, they’re ahead of anyone. Even Kaelin, sorry bro. I smirked as I sat down on the black leather couch, preparing to watch Kaelin and Jade, to see just how good they were… for all I knew, they could be upcoming opponents of mine too. I guess I had to do some scouting, even if it meant scouting my own friends.

| Andrew Watts |
"Misty… hmm…”

I said out loud to myself as I continue to sit there and think about the drawing I got as a partner. She was probably one of the few I liked in this thing, even if she was a fan favorite, goody goody type wrestler, she was one hell of a wrestler. Sure, we couldn’t be more opposite from each other, but maybe that is exactly what I need here in this tournament. They say opposites attract, and maybe that made sense for tag team partners as well. Of course it did, why wouldn’t I want her on my team? The fans would be backing me as well, why? Because I am teaming with a fan favorite… it’s nice to have the crowd cheering for you sometimes, because it could get into the opponent’s heads… not that I cared really, but hey… any asset is a good asset, just ask Ms. Rocky Mountains, she knows all about assets… better than anyone around here does. This tournament was going to be one hell of a challenge for anyone in it, everyone signed up so that they can have that shot, that chance at glory. The sad part is… none of them have a chance, and they will soon realize it… very very soon. Blast from the Past? More like Blast from the Future… because the future of the SCW is about to take this tournament by storm… that’s right, the future of SCW… Andrew Watts.


Scene Two | On Camera
| Press… Conference…? I Guess |

The cameras were rolling… in fact, there were cameras everywhere, like literally everywhere I looked there was another camera. Not only that, there were also interviewers, reporters, and all of those extremely annoying people crowding the room. SCW officials were crowding all of the doorways, welcoming fans, members, and the media as they arrived. People were signing in, signing their names on random sheets at random tables, buying merchandise, entering random raffles, all kinds of stupid shit that I found no point in. A few SCW wrestlers were up at the press conference podium stand, giving their takes on certain things, answering questions from the media... it wasn't exactly a big show, but I guess since we were on tour, it was something different to these fans, so we had to make the most of it to them. I'm not exactly sure how I even got talked into this, but fuck it... I'm here now, so I guess there is no other option. I looked around the backstage/staff area that I was located in: there were a few familiar faces, a few other Superstars, Bombshells, a couple of referees… but nobody that I really cared for honestly. Christian Underwood approached me with a huge smile on his face. He threw his hand out for me to shake it, and I kinda just gave him a blank stare. I didn't want to be here, I hardly knew him, and I wasn't really into shaking hands. He pulled his hand back to his side, nodding his head, and ignoring the fact that I totally ignored his handshake. He smiled at me as he started conversation.

| Christian Underwood |
"Andrew Watts! I am very glad that you made it. I actually scheduled you as one of the first to make an appearance on the podium and answer questions so um… the sooner you could get up there, the better. Sound okay?”

I shrugged a shoulder, I really wanted to tell him that I thought this whole thing was a bunch of bullshit and I was going to just turn around and head back to my hotel room… but for once, I was actually feeling like a good worker, and I decided to just go along with it… as much as I knew I was going to regret doing so. I nodded my head after a short pause, giving him a quick and short response.

| Andrew Watts |
"Yeah… yeah, no problem.”

His smile grew even larger as he slapped my shoulder with his right hand, nodding his head as he spoke to me in an energetic tone.

| Christian Underwood |
"Alright! Can’t wait to see you up there, good luck!”

I nodded my head, not saying thank you and not saying anything else as I walked to a nearby table. Christian didn’t take it personal that I was a straight up dick to him, I think he just realized that’s how I am, and it doesn’t really matter with who or what. I grabbed a nearby Dasani water bottle from a cooler filled with ice and bottles of water that sat in the center of the table in front of me. I pulled it up in my right hand as I unscrewed the green cap with my left hand, lifting the bottle to my lips as I let the refreshing chilled water out of the bottle, taking a long sip, hydrating myself a bit. I screwed the cap back on, the bottle sitting in my right hand as I looked up at the mini stage; filled with a long table, chairs, a couple of podiums, microphones, and set directly ahead of all of the reporters, interviewers, and fans… this was going to be fun… not.

| Andrew Watts |
"Great, fuck my life...”

I continued to stare into the room that was just a few feet away from me. Luckily a few long, tall curtains separated the fans and interviewers and everyone else from seeing us back here. Ugh, I guess the sooner I went out there, the sooner I would get the shit done… right? But then again, the sooner I went out there… the sooner I would have to actually do this shit. Man, was this a lose-lose situation or what? Why the fuck would I even agree to this shit. I shook my head as I ran my free hand back through my hair, squeezing it a bit as I reached the back of my head… my opposite hand still holding the Dasani water bottle. I shook my head, taking a few steps closer as I let my hand fall back down to my side and I made my way towards the room, stopping just inches away from the curtain as I stared up at some SCW Road Agent that was speaking to the media… I talked to this guy once or twice, he wasn’t too bad… except for the fact that he didn’t know when to put a sock in it, but then again… most people don’t. I sigh, looking ahead as I watch him going crazy on the microphone.

| Andrew Watts |
"Man, this guy is really into it… but the fans and media, not so much...”

I shook my head, I guess I could go up there and take over… just get it done and fucking over with, why the hell not right? I took a deep breath, the water bottle still in my hand. I pushed the curtain to the side with my free hand as I wallked into the room. The crowd instantly livened up a bit, a few boos, and a few cheers, kinda like when my music hit and I entered the ring… just not nearly as exciting or energetic. I jogged up the short set of three stairs and walked onto the carpeted floor that was behind the long table… or tables where the SCW staff and talent was to be seated. I walked by the Road Agent who was now standing and walking away from a chair, he smiled at me and nodded as he made his way towards the stairs to exit. I shook my head, finding the center of the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down. I leaned forward, my elbows on the edge of the table, placing my water bottle down in front of me as I looked down at the microphone that was sticking up out of the table in front of me. Nobody really said anything, the media was all quiet, the fans… just being idiotic fans as usual. I shook my head, leaning down a bit towards the microphone and starting something off.

| Andrew Watts |
"So… is this just going to be a waste of time, or is there anything you all want to hear, or know about… or whatever…?”

I shook my head, sitting back a bit… I hated these things, I would be sure to remind myself to never sign up or say okay for anything like this again. I exhaled as reporters and the media began to go crazy. They didn’t have microphones, but damn were they loud… they didn’t even need them. The first reporter shouted out towards me in a high pitched tone…

| Reporter #1 |
"Mr. Watts! You have been on quite a roll since signing your contract and debuting here in SCW Who has your toughest opponent been thus far out of the five opponents that you have faced in SCW?”

I found this one quite funny, considering I haven’t had a tough opponent since my debut here. I shrugged my shoulders, leaning forward a bit as I leaned into the microphone and responded to the pointless question.

| Andrew Watts |
"I am glad you have done some of your homework there sir. Because yes I have been on quite a roll, the most impressive current roll in SCW if you ask me. I have had five opponents, I am glad you can count, that makes you about smarter than 70 percent of your competition. Who was the toughest of the five you ask? Well, I don’t know, I can’t really answer that because… none of the five were tough. Hydro, he was stupid, literally just an idiot who didn’t belong in the ring. Drexel Matheson, he was an overrated idiot who choked the second he realized who he was facing. Clint Outlaw, he was just a drunk who drank the match right out of his hands. Wallace Jordan, that dude smelled so bad that he almost made me pass out in the ring, but his wrestling skills also stunk as mad as he did… and Gabriel Asar, who is just as bad in the ring as he apparently is in bed, according to many females who have had the horrible experience of having to sleep with him. Sorry, but I can’t fully answer your question, considering I have yet to face anyone TOUGH here in the SCW.”

I smirk and the reporter nods his head, not really saying anything afterwards. There is a short pause as I sit there, ready for the next question, and finally another reporter shoots his arm up in the air, and begins to shout out to me.. a bit deeper of a voice, and hopefully a better question too.

| Reporter #2 |
"Mr Watts! You have signed up for the Blast from the Past tournament after many rumors that you did not want to be a part of this tournament. You were actually the final Superstar to claim a spot in this tournament, what changed your mind… and what are your intentions with this tournament?”

I shrug a shoulder, what the fuck did he think? The winner gets an SCW Heavyweight Championship match, so clearly that was my intention… winning, did I really have to answer this? I shook my head as I took a deep breath, leaning down a bit more as I began to answer his question.

| Andrew Watts |
“Well that is quite the dumb question, don’t you think? Sure I had a few doubts before entering this tournament, but not about me...mainly about getting matched up with a worthless, piece of shit partner. That is what kept me a bit hesitant from signing up for it at first… but I came around, and just in time too as I locked up the final spot of the tournament. As for my intentions, what the hell do you think? I mean I think this tournament kind of speaks for itself. The winner gets an SCW Heavyweight Championship shot… and well, we all know I am going to be the winner, which means one more thing… we all know who the next SCW Heavyweight Champion is going to be. I guess you better all start preparing for the Andrew Watts era of SCW, because that is what we are about to walk into… and it will be here before you know it… you can count on that one, for sure.”

I smirk, grabbing my water bottle as I unscrewed the cap, taking a quick sip from it as the media all looked around at each other for who would ask the next question. This time it was a female reporter. She shot up and raised her arm high into the air, and before anyone even noticed her standing there, she shouted out to me… she was probably in her mid 40s, decent looking too… I wouldn’t mind having a few words with her after the press conference if you know what I mean. Her voice was decent, nothing too sexy, but it wasn’t bad either. I guess I should focus more on her question though, she began to ask it…

| Reporter #3 |
"Mr Watts! What do you think about your partner in this match? You drew Misty and she is quite the Bombshell, a lot of history and experience here in SCW… how excited are you to be teaming up with such talent in the tournament?”

I wait a few seconds before answering this one, making sure I play it right. I mean, I get that she has done a shitload and what not, but this bitch doesn’t even remember who she is right now. I sigh, trying to be polite as I answer this one, since she will be on MY side and I don’t want to piss her off… but, polite wasn’t exactly my thing, so of course this wasn’t going to go amazing...

| Andrew Watts |
“My partner, Misty… right. Well, what about her? She is the Original Bombshell, one of the most… if not the most accomplished Bombshell in the history of Sin City Wrestling. 2012 SCW Woman of the Year, 2013 SCW Woman of the Year, the first Bombshell to hold the SCW Bombshell Championship not once... not twice... but three times. Sounds like a pretty damn good draw of a partner to me, don’t you think? Well… except for the fact that she is currently suffering from amnesia, and has no memory of anything what-so-ever. I mean, they stick me with someone who literally doesn’t even know who she is? How the hell is that even remotely fair, I mean… I probably know more about Misty’s career than she does… and I hardly even follow anyone who isn’t… well, anyone who isn’t me. Misty better hurry up and get her memory back, because I really don’t feel like having to carry this damn team all the way to the Finals of the tournament… although if I have to, I will… and you all know that, I know that, and everyone in the SCW knows that.”

I lean back in my chair, this shit was starting to drag on… I expected like one or two questions and then… done, I guess I was entirely wrong though because someone else was raising their hand like a maniac and shouting out to me now. Great, just what I wanted, more questions.

| Reporter #4 |
"Andrew Watts! Are you aware that Mikah is one of your opponents in the first round? I know the two of you are both part of the REJECTS and I was just wondering how you felt about going up against a fellow REJECT in the tournament…?”

What the hell? I was not aware of this, I didn’t even know that the opponents for my match were announced, you know it would be really fucking nice is the SCW staff and officials actually told me this shit, that way I don’t have to find out from random ass people who don’t even matter. It’s pretty damn annoying that these people know more about my matches than I do. I shake my head in frustration, leaning forward and thinking to myself… Mikah? Of course the SCW decided to put me in a match with her. What better way to annoy me then put me against another REJECT, bullshit… but whatever, a match is a match. I leaned down towards the microphone as I replied to the question.

| Andrew Watts |
“Mikah… yeah, she is a fellow REJECT… I am aware of that, thank you for stating the obvious though. What can I say?  You face whoever you are told to face, and if you don’t like it, then you are in the wrong business… because you rarely have a say in it. No hard feelings to Mikah, or Gavin, or any other REJECT that I end up facing, nothing personal… but my intentions are to win, and only win. So if that means taking down another REJECT that steps in the way, then so be it. And like I said, no hard feelings… we are all professionals, we are all in the same business… and we all know that when it comes to your career and your friends, well… you have to choose which one you put before the other, and I’ve already made my choice on that.”

I grab my water bottle again, not really to drink it this time, just kind of squeeze it a bit… getting a bit frustrated that I am sitting here wasting my time, answering questions from pointless people, for pointless people. At least I found out my opponents though, well… one of them. My luck the other is Gavin or something, talking about the SCW really trying to screw over the REJECTS… and of course, another hand shot up and a dorky young reporter girl with gigantic glasses that were way too big for her head, and a dark red lipstick that didn’t even work for her, began shouting out to me… that voice, my god… talk about nails to the chalkboard, jeez!

| Reporter #5 |
"Oh Andrew Watts! What are your thoughts and feelings about Patient 026?!”

What the fuck did that even mean? Was that some kind of dork code that she expected me to know, or…? I shook my head as I tried to take in what she just said, my eyes opening wide in confusion as I lowered myself a bit towards the microphone and asked her what the fuck she was talking about…

| Andrew Watts |
“Patient zero what? Is that some kind of movie or tv show? I don’t really follow… although you are all looking at me like I am supposed to know what the fuck that means. I really don’t though… sounds like some form of entertainment, that or some quarantined as fuck Patient with some kind of crazy virus from Africa or something that nobody is allowed to be around… sounds completely fucked up.”

The dorky reporter didn’t seem to thrilled, I mean… how the hell am I supposed to know what she was talking about? She shook her head, a frustrated look in her eyes and a change of tone in her voice as she shouted back at me a bit more aggressively this time.

| Reporter #5 |
"Are you serious? Patient 026 is your other opponent… you know, one of the two mystery entrants in this tournament...”

I roll my eyes, great… I have to face the idiot with the disease from Africa, now I have to wear some kind of special quarantine suit or something… this was going to be fucked up, and maybe a little bit of fun. But seriously, could they try to screw with me any more than this? I mean one of my opponents is a friend, a fellow REJECT… and the other opponent? A piece of shit mystery bitch who was too pussy to admit who they were, because… let’s face it, we ALL know that is exactly what a mystery entrant is. I shook my head, as I replied to her, speaking into the microphone… hoping this would be the final question so that I could get the hell out of here already.

| Andrew Watts |
“Oh, that is right...I heard about those two idiots, chicken shit mystery entrants… go figure I get stuck facing one of the little bitches, of course… my luck, right? One of the four REJECTS, and one of the two pussy mystery entrants, talk about a shit combination of opponents for well… anyone in this tournament, let alone me. Poor Mikah though, I mean… she probably doesn’t even know her partner… she is already a confused, dumb blonde as it is...and now this? How much more can her clueless, little brain take? I really feel bad for her, one… she has to face me… two… she has to face Misty, well, some form of Misty at least… and three… she has to team with someone who is so pathetic that he can’t even admit who he is… talk about having bad luck in the draw. The Dirty Little Girl, well, she is officially screwed…”

I smack my hands down on the table as I push myself up, standing straight up as my chair goes sliding backwards and I lean over the table and say a few more words into the microphone, because I was done with this…

| Andrew Watts |
“And that is that, it was a pleasure… a very annoying and frustrating pleasure being here, and answering all of your pointless questions, but.. I’ve had about enough. Whoever is next in line, come on up here and… God help you.”

I smirk as I stand up straight, grabbing my half empty Dasani water bottle from the table and turn my back to the annoying ass media crowd. I begin to walk away, wondering what poor bastard would be stuck answering their questions next… not that I gave a shit though. I jogged down the stairs and right behind the curtain. Time to get the hell out of this place, as quick as I could. I had much better things to do… well, not really, but I am sure I could find at least 69 things that were more entertaining to me than this… and that is exactly what I plan to do.


Scene Three | Off Camera
| Surprise Visit |

I sighed, I was kind of surprised at the text I got earlier, especially considering who it came from and what it said… but I was here anyways. I didn’t even fucking know that they had Starbucks here in Ireland, I was quite shocked honestly… it looked just like the ones in America. Ireland had really stepped its game up since the last time I was here, like BIG TIME. I walked across the street, making my way to the Starbucks which wasn’t too crowded, luckily… I hated crowds, especially when people in the crowd recognized me… which tends to happen a lot in Europe, unfortunately. I pushed my way through the doors, looking around and spotting the person I was set to meet… looked just like the last time I saw them, maybe even better. I smirked as I spoke to myself under my breath.

| Andrew Watts |
“Well… go figure, she wasn’t bullshitting.”

I walked towards the high top tale that she was sitting at, a warm coffee set on the table in front of her. She looked gorgeous as always, and she was too busy clicking away on her iPhone to even notice me… go figure. I placed my hands on the edge of the table as she looked up. She actually smiled, not something Desiree Parker did often, if ever. Her teeth lit up like white pearls, her red lipstick really showed off her nice lips, and well… the rest of her face was just gorgeous as ever. She placed her phone down on the table as she cracked another smile at me, it must have been my lucky day. I stayed standing as she greeted me.

| Desiree Parker |
“Wow, you actually came… I can’t say I’m not surprised. Have a seat, I don’t like when people stand over me like that...”

And there was the attitude I knew, the bossy, controlling side that would make anyone want to kill her, if she wasn’t so attractive. I shake my head with a light smirk as I sit down at the stool in front of me, resting my forearms on the edge of the table as I stare ahead at her, I nod my head and begin conversation… not really sure what to say other than ask what the hell she is doing here.

| Andrew Watts |
“I’m seated, hopefully you are less uncomfortable now… but tell me, what the hell are you doing here in Ireland? Shouldn’t you be like in Arizona or something? Don’t you have a job and obligations there?”

She smirks a bit, shrugging a shoulder as she replies with quite the cocky tone in her voice.

| Desiree Parker |
“Well MOM… I actually have the week off, and all I have been hearing about is SCW and SCW… so I wanted to check it out. And, possibly see you too I guess… why the hell not?”

See me? Wow, that was something different… considering I sort of went out with her a few times and then disappeared, shit happens. I crack a smile, probably a fake one, I’m not really sure.

| Andrew Watts |
“See me? That’s surprising… how the hell are you affording the trip out here and back anyways? Last I heard, you couldn’t even get a decent apartment…”

I was trying not to be an asshole, but for some reason it just always came out that way, oh well… can’t change my personality. She nods her head, clenching her lips together as she lets out a light chuckle and then replies.

| Desiree Parker |
“Well the staff of ASW was quite nice, and willing to pay for my expenses when they heard I wanted to check out the SCW event here… they told me they would take care of all flight and hotel costs and the rest would have to be my own money.. Pretty sweet deal, plus I am not booked this week so I get to just relax and enjoy my mini vacation… I have had two matches by the way, undefeated…”

She smirked with confidence at her record and leaned back a bit, grabbing her coffee as she raised it to her mouth and took a sip of it. I chuckled a bit, should I burst her bubble? Why the fuck not…

| Andrew Watts |
“Two matches, two wins? That is impressive… I mean, I guess. I have had a few matches in SCW already too, like five… with five wins, not to compare or anything… just saying.”

I wink at her as I shoot a cocky grin her way, she shakes her head, rolling her eyes as she places her coffee cup back down to the table and replies.

| Desiree Parker |
“Oh right, not to compare… you’re so full of shit, and full of yourself. Nothing new there though… speaking of, I heard you have a match at this next Climax Control… and I have tickets for it, can’t wait to see if you’ve still got it…”

She smirks back at me, crossing her arms over her nice sizes chest as I nod my head with confidence, cocky grin still on my face. I place my hands down at my side, grabbing the outer edges of the stool as I respond to her.

| Andrew Watts |
“Still got it? I’ve got more than IT and you can count on that. I am sure you are thinking “he couldn’t have gotten any better than he was”, but trust me, it happened… and on Sunday you will see it, and believe it. That for sure.”

I had to boost myself up a bit as always, I was never one to let my ego fall and lower than it should… which was pretty fucking high by the way. I guess you could say I have one of the higher egos in the wrestling business, but hey… I back it up pretty fucking good if I may say so myself. Desiree flashes another smile to me, something must be up with her… maybe a fever or something, because this girl NEVER smiles this much… unless she is hurting someone, or cutting a promo where she is killing a spider… which is personally my favorite Desiree promo ever. I stare directly at her, raising an eyebrow and she starts to talk.

| Desiree Parker |
“I guess I will see, I have pretty nice seats… and I am sure you can get me backstage if I wanted to…”

She flashed me her famous bitchy grin and I shook my head with a smirk… of course, that’s what she wanted to meet me for, to have connections.

| Andrew Watts |
“Oh, trying to use me eh?”

She rolls her eyes, placing her forearms back on the edge of the table.

| Desiree Parker |
“Oh trust me Andrew, if I wanted to use you… I would do it much… much more than just backstage access, I’d use you for everything I possibly could, and I think you know that… don’t you?”

She ends this sentence with a confident wink as I shake my head, placing my forearms back on the edge of the table as well. I smile at her as I respond to her cockiness.

| Andrew Watts |
“Yeah, I guess you’re right… you are pretty good at getting what you want. Something you do almost as good as I do...”

But not everybody could be as great as the best… and that was me. I got what I wanted, and I got it when I wanted, from who I wanted and where I wanted… oh, and how I wanted. I am not sure if any of that just made sense, but in my mind, it was some real William Shakespeare shit.I smirk at Desiree who stands up, placing her hands at the edge of the table, as she stretches out her back, looking forward at me as she continues the conversation… seeming like she was planning to get out of here or something though.

| Desiree Parker |
“Don’t be to confident there Andrew, you might think you are the best at everything… but don’t forget that sometimes there are others who are just as good… remember that there Champ, oh… sorry, you aren’t a Champ, my bad.”

She flashed me a cocky grin again, her typical bitch face followed it up as she took a step around the table, and closer to me. I stood up from my chair as well, about a foot and a half of space between us as we stared at each other for a quick second before I responded to her last comment she made. I shrugged a shoulder, closing my eyes for a second before opening them and speaking.

| Andrew Watts |
“No, you are 100 percent correct there, I am not a Champ, not yet at least.. You see, the tournament starts this Sunday, and it ends in about a month or so… and do you know what the winner of this tournament gets Desiree? That’s right, a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship… against who? A nobody, a loser, a paper Champion who goes by the name of Gabriel. And do you know who is in this tournament with me Desiree? A bunch of other nobodies, pieces of shits, garbage excuses for wrestlers… nobody stands a chance in this thing other than me, oh and my partner of course. Before you know it, I will be the next SCW Heavyweight Champion, Desiree. So your smart ass comments, go ahead and let them all out now… while you still actually can.”

Her eyes kind of opened a bit wide as I spoke, widening even more as I continued to go on. She was a bit shocked of the tone I was using towards her or something I guess. I smirked at her as she nodded her head. She took a step in closer, running her right hand across my cheek, standing on her tip toes as she planted her lips on my cheek. She left her lips there for a second, leaving some lipstick on my skin as well, before she pulled back, taking a step backwards and looking up at me with a confident smirk.

| Desiree Parker |
“I like it when you’re feisty… you better be Champ soon, I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time with someone who is any less. I’ll see you Sunday… Champ.”

She smirked as she slapped my stomach playfully and walked right by me, leaving her coffee on the table as I heard her heels slapping against the ground as she walked away. I thought to myself for a quick second, and then found myself speaking to myself again, under my breath and lightly as usual.

| Andrew Watts |
“Wait, what did she just say to me…?”

Her words replay in my mind again, “you better be Champ soon, I wouldn’t want to be wasting my time with someone who is any less.” What the fuck did she mean by that exactly? I mean, was she trying to hint at something, or just trying to confuse me even more than I already was? I mean, after months of being disappeared she just randomly appears in the lower division of SCW, signing a contract with ASW and getting close to my job, getting close to me… contacting me a few times, and now coming all the way to Ireland, claiming that she was here to see the show because she was interested in SCW?

| Andrew Watts |
“It doesn’t add up… something just seems… off...”

Something was telling me that SCW was not the only thing that she was interested in, why not wait until SCW came back to the States and just drive one state over and watch SCW in Vegas? Why come all the way to Ireland just for SCW? I wasn’t buying it, the way she talked to me, the way she was looking at me, egging me on… she came here for me too, why? That I wasn’t exactly sure of, but I was definitely going to find out… at least, that was a plan of mine. I shook my head as I exhaled, grabbing her coffee and putting it to my lips as I chugged the remainder of her beverage. I tossed the empty cup onto the table, there was a nearby garbage can but… oh well, someone who gets paid to work here can clean it up, it’s their job anyways. I turn around, a confident smirk on my face as I made my way towards the doors. I guess I should get something to eat, oh and maybe get back on camera… had a few more things I wanted to say about Mr. Mystery Bitch and The Dirty Little Girl… I always had something to say, it just… usually wasn’t something nice, but I’m totally okay with that, totally.




   
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<Center>Winning.

Winning.

Winning.

It's all about winning, nothing else... nothing else matters... first place or nothing else.

Win... at all costs...

Those are the rules to live by, those are the rules I live by, and I always have. I don't plan on changing my ways, I have never thought of it, and I never will. Some people, or wrestlers, or whatever.... they claim that they don't really care whether they win or lose, they claim that they do it all for the fans... they say that the only thing that matters is everything but winning. But you know what?

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

Bullshit.

Anyone who claims that they don't care if they win, are lying out of their asses. It's all fucking bullshit, everyone wants to win. What little kid didn't want to win a game of tag, or hide and go seek, or just a random ass video game? Exactly, kids love to win... and nothing changes when you grow up, if anything... the passion to win just increases, becomes worse... and the motivation to win increases...

More...

and...

More...

Every...

Day..

Winning is the biggest part of life. You have a hot girlfriend, you are winning. You graduated college, you are winning. You just beat the living fuck out of Hydro, Drexel Matheson, Clint Outlaw, and Wallace Jordan? You damn sure are winning. I love what I do, I win... and in this business, that is the best possible thing you can do... if you lose, you fail... you become a nobody... the steroids you took five years ago just eat away your body, you become a fat loser and you end up living off of food stamps and coupons. This is why, winning is the most important thing. If you win, you succeed. Oh, and what do I love about all of this?

I ALWAYS FUCKING WIN!


Scene One | Off Camera
| Haud Yer Wheesht! |

I laid there in the bed of my hotel room, Scottland… not exactly my favorite Country in Europe… but it also wasn’t the worst either, it had its ups and it had its downs. Kaelin and I were splitting a room since it was just a few days, two beds of course… and couch. We got the highest package they had, other than the honeymoon suite because well… that’s just how awesome we are. I was really enjoying having a week off to recover. Not that I was beaten down or anything, but I was just a bit sore, the lower back isn’t 100 percent, and it never will be… but that is just something I have learned to deal with, and I deal with it pretty damn good. I pushed myself up in the bed, sitting up against the headboard as it rubbed against my plain white tanktop. I sighed, adjusting my black Puma shorts with the green Puma on the lower part of the right leg. I ran my hand back through my hair, squeezing the back of my hair for a second, and then letting go as my hands both hit my sides. I grabbed my iPhone from nearby and blurted something out to Kaelin.

| Andrew Watts |
"Hey dick, what you doing?”

Kaelin was sitting on the couch, going through a magazine… surprisingly it wasn’t a Playgirl magazine either, uh… I mean Playboy. I look over at him as he sits on the couch, his legs up on the coffee like table in front of him, one crossed over the other as he leaned back, reading his magazine. He set the magazine down beside him and before he could answer, his phone beeped… as did mine, literally at the same time, sort of interesting. We both grabbed our phones and checked the text messages we got. I typed in the passcode on mine as I was about to read the text out loud, Kaelin beat me to it… we must have received the same text…

| Alex Kaelin |
"Thank you for signing up for this years Blast from the Past tournament! We would like to thank the following 16 Male Superstars and following 16 Bombshells for participating in this years tournament...”

I nod my head, I almost forgot that we put our names in for that thing. Pretty sure I heard that we got the last 2 spots available as well, really sucks for anyone else who lucked out or wanted in. I look down at my phone, looking through the names of the Bombshells, as I wondered who a good partner would be.

| Andrew Watts |
"Who do you like in this thing? If you could pick one partner that is...”

I looked over at Kaeliin, as he shrugged a shoulder and replied quite quickly.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Not really sure, why not go through the list one by one and see what we both think of all of these Bombshells? We don’t have anything better to do...”

I nod my head, he was right… we didn’t really have shit to do, we already went to the gym, we sparred with each other in some beatdown ring, and we already ate like 4 times. I picked my phone back up, scrolling back to the Bombshell names.

| Andrew Watts |
"Let’s do it… alright, who do we have here? First, oh… Misty...“

I throw a smirk Alex’s way as I turn to face him, as I wonder what is opinion on Misty is, if he even knows who Misty is that is. I rub my hand against my left eye as he responds to the first name on the list.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Misty? Uptight little prude, I’m certain that the two of us would not get along very well.. Eh, what about one of those mean bitches, mean girls whatever. Deliah? Something like that.”

Alex, never one to mix words and always right to the point. Then again, he didn’t seem to pay too much attention to what anyone else did. He lived in his own little world most of the time. I nod my head, was Delia even next on the list? I looked down and, yep… there was her name.

| Andrew Watts |
"Delia… she’s kind of weird, I don’t know how I would feel about being in the same ring as her. I mean, she apparently doesn’t lose or something, but I would rather pass on her than have her be my partner. Plus, I don’t really lose either, I think I’ve made that pretty clear… then again maybe her and me would make good partners… nah, maybe not. Ugh, who is next here… Candy Overton, go for it...“

I smirk as I read through the names on my phone, third was Candy, I didn’t really know much about her other than the fact that she sounded like a stripper, I doubt Kaelin knew much more… I looked over at him as he responded to me.

| Alex Kaelin |
"I don’t even know who the fuck that is? Better not be my partner, you can’t trust a girl if her name is Candy.. Amy Marshall, you know she did porn or something right? Think that she ever did a donkey show or some shit?”

I nod my head as he mentions Amy doing porn with a smirk on his face. Alex was quite the ashhole, almost as bad as me. I chuckle lightly as I sit up a bit more, looking at my phone and then back at Kaelin.

| Andrew Watts |
"Ha! I actually think I seen one of her pornos once, she took it pretty good… makes me wonder. She is actually pretty hot, like when her hair is down… when it’s in that mohawk looking thing, I don’t know, makes me feel weird. But when her hair is down, I’d smash the shit out of her, pornstars are great… oh, umm, partner, right… I actually wouldn’t mind her. I’ve seen her in the ring a few times and she knows what she is doing, I could live with it, why the fuck not?“

I look down at my phone, I forgot who was next on the list as I kind of rambled on a bit about pornstar Amy.

| Andrew Watts |
"So… next… umm, who the fuck? Jade Ma...nendez...Arc..ador... what the fuck kind of name is that? I've never even heard of her...“

I shake my head, that was a tough one to pronounce, and I am pretty good when it comes to spelling and reading, bitches have some intense names sometimes. I smirk as I await Kaelin’s response.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Really? I kinda dig the mohawk. Eh, anyway. Jade.. Whatever the rest of her name is. Don’t know anything about her but with a name like that.. I bet she sucks some pretty mean dick. I mean, that isnt a bad quality to have in a partner right? It seems to have worked for other tag teams in SCW. Even if she isn’t great in the ring, maybe she can use her other talents with the staff and get us into the finals. So um… Melody Grace?”

It was no wonder why Alex had very few friends when he said things like that. But the opinions of these girls wouldn’t leave the four walls of this hotel room. Alex raised his eyebrow slightly when he looked over at Watts after mentioning Melody.

| Andrew Watts |
"Gross, didn’t she fuck Gay T Midas? I definitely don’t want her on my team, I mean having to tag her in and shit? I don’t want to touch a hand that has touched part of the Dick Lick Clique, man… I could get an STD or something, she is dangerous in the ring and I don’t mean that in a good way. Fuck it, she better NOT be my partner, even if she got that girl next door look going. So, I keep losing the fucking list, hold up… umm, Jessie Salco, wait… I thought that was a dude?“

I arch an eyebrow in confusion as I read the name… I could have sworn, maybe I just didn’t pay enough attention...I look over at Kaelin with a look of confusion in my eyes.

| Alex Kaelin |
"As great as I am, that bitch would be like trying to swim across the river in cement shoes. I kinda feel bad for whoever her partner turns out to be. Gotta be careful talking bout these bitches though, they get pretty moody on twitter. It’s like they are on the rag twenty four hours a day.. So, what about Mercedes Vargas? Could have worse right?“

I literally almost pop a boner in my shorts at the sound of her name… I nod my head as I turn and look at Kaelin.

| Andrew Watts |
"Fuck… Yes… I would love to destroy that ass, talk about the sexiest bitch in Sin City Wrestling. She can be my partner any day, and I definitely do not mean in the ring… I mean in this bed right here, and the counters in the bathroom, the shower, the floor, the…”

I realize I got a bit ahead of myself there as I stop, trying to control my hormones for at least 4 seconds.

| Andrew Watts |
"Oh, yeah… anyways, I wouldn’t mind teaming up with her, Bombshell Roulette Champion, why the fuck not? Uh, next… you’ve got Roxi Johnson…”

Superhero to the rescue, I think to myself as I let out a light smirk, leaning back against the headboard of the bed as I look over at Kaelin who is still sitting comfortably on the couch, resting his legs on the coffee like table in front of him and looking up, not really staring at anything as he replies.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Jesus christ dude.. Mercedes isn’t that fucking hot. Need me to leave so you can take a cold shower? Haha, Roxi? Fuck her, she seems to happy. All this saving the world superhero bullshit, give me a fucking break.. Umm, Necrophilia Kane? You want to get all up in that dead shit don’t you?“

I shook my head in disgust, no thank you… I don’t fuck with the weird ones, especially ones that creep the shit out of me.

| Andrew Watts |
"No, she scares the fuck out of me… if she is my partner I am just going to call in and say I can’t get to the show that day… fuckin’ scary ass shit being in the ring with her. I’ll take a rain check, every time. Fuck… that… next… next… next… Joanne Canelli, damn she got some lips… and she just won that new Championship, I forget what it’s called…”

I shrug a shoulder as I slouch down a bit, looking down at my phone, was this list almost over? It was getting kind of boring talking about all of these Bombshells, except the hot ones, those were always fun.

| Alex Kaelin |
"I want to know what strip club they got some of these hookers from. Sure it’s nice that they want to wrestle but, what happen to the good old days of mud wrestling and lingerie pillow fights? Now Veronica Taylor.. That bitch is fine. Do you know if she has any real talent? Because I don’t really give a fuck to be honest.“

It is a good thing Krissy wasn’t around to hear him saying that shit, but he had a point. Veronica was sexy as fuck. Alex pulled out his smokes and popped one in the corner of his mouth before lighting it up.

| Andrew Watts |
"Ugh, yeah you know what? I should join the Mean Girls, maybe I will have a better chance at having a threeway with Mercedes and Veronica that way… that’s my goal in SCW! I have been looking for a goal in SCW the whole time I have been here and I have finally found it. My goal is to fuck Veronica Taylor and Mercedes Vargas at the SAME DAMN TIME! Now tell me that isn’t a great goal to have? It’s happening I am going to make it happen. I can’t fucking wait, I’m going to videotape it. So yeah, I want Mercedes and Veronica as my partners, I can get two right? Cause I am Andrew Watts… who is next anyways? Umm, you got… Paris Hilton? Oh, my bad… Crystal Hilton...”

I shrug a shoulder, I’ve never even heard of her… hopefully Alex has, otherwise it’s going to be another boring one...

| Alex Kaelin |
"Crystal.. Crystal.. Nope, not ringing any bells. Maybe she will surprise people and.. Wait what? Did you just say that you want to join the Mean Girls? Seriously, what the fuck man..? Ohhh shit, It’s Mikah! How could you not be happy to have a fellow REJECT as a partner?“

I nod my head, Mikah… now that is one that I wouldn’t mind having as a partner…

| Andrew Watts |
"Mikah, Mikah, Mikah… that one has a gorgeous ass… she gets quite annoying sometimes though, I swear it’s like all she talks about is Gavin, we get it, y’all fuck and shit, but you gotta be all lovey dovey all the damn time? Sometimes it is just too much… I know we are supposed to be friends and what not but she is a bitch, but she can fight though too. I guess I wouldn’t mind her as my partner… I think we could take it all. Who do you got here, lets see… oh, the little freak that likes to be tickled, Amanda Cortez!”

I take a deep breath, running my hand back through my hair as I look over at Kaelin, rubbing my right eye for a second. I arch an eyebrow as I see what he has to say about SCW’s favorite tickling machine, and the newest Mean Girl… wait, I think she’s a Mean Girl…

| Alex Kaelin |
"Are you kidding me? Red Hair, tattoos? I’d tickle the fuck out of her if you catch my drift, did you see that she posted some pic of her in footy pajamas on twitter! I’m just saying, maybe she has more than a tickle fetish. Maybe she has some little girl fetish and is looking for someone to call daddy. If that’s the case, come to pappa! Umm, and last and probably least.. Darknyss? How would you feel about getting down and dirty with someone with that type of name?“

I give Kaelin a blank stare, clearly somebody has a crush on Amanda Cortez, maybe now I can get her to stop Tweeting me about tickling her… maybe I can just pass her on to Kaelin…

| Andrew Watts |
"Darknysss? I’ve never even heard of her? Was she a typo or something? Yo, the list is finally done… wait dude, what the fuck… what if we have to face each other? Do we just let the girls fuck each other up and watch? And whoever wins, wins… or?”

Our phones both begin to go off, I look down at my phone as I press the passcode, unlocking my phone… what do you know, the new card… and I am not in the first round of the Blast from the Past tournament, of course not… I get to wait a whole week to find out who the fuck my partner is…

| Andrew Watts |
"Of course I don’t have a fucking tournament match, I really have to wait a whole week to find out if I have a sexy ass partner or not? This is total bullshit bro… well whatever dude, looks like you got… Jade Man..Arc..Door, whatever the fuck her name is as your partner. Going head to head with Lucian Frost, who I have never heard of and the big lip, DSL woman, Joanne Canelli... I can't wait to watch this one…”

I smirk as I look over at Kaelin who shakes his head for a moment before looking up at me.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Well it could be worse, I just have to figure out how to say her fucking name and then it will be all good. Ha! If we go head to head, lets just sit in the front row and eat popcorn and watch the catfight. So.. You going after the World title if you win the tournament?“

I think for a second, I never really thought of that… I forgot that the winner gets basically the match of their choice…

| Andrew Watts |
"Hmm, I wonder if I can exchange my match of my choice or title shot or whatever it is for a threesome with Veronica and Mercedes… you think they can make that happen?”

I think to myself how amazing and how much more dedicated I would be if that was the catch. Not that I don’t want a title shot, that is great too… but, Mercedes and Veronica at the same time? That’s like Happy Birthday to me! I shake my head as I look over at Kaelin.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Maybe you can trade your title shot for some blowjobs?.. Haha well you may wait a week to find out who you are teamed with. But you got a match this week homie, Gabriel Asar ah ha ha! Yeah.. I don’t think you are going to have any trouble this week.“

I pause for a second, I didn’t even notice my name in the message…

| Andrew Watts |
"Gabrial Ass who? Oh, the guy that got his ass kicked by Amy Marshall? Yeah, that should be easy. Ha! Gayleb and Gay T have to face each other in the first round! That blows… sucks to suck, and they… well, they really suck.”

I smirk as I hit the lock button on my phone, I look over at Kaelin who… what the fuck? Literally dozed off, his head back and sleeping, what the hell dude. I guess our talk took a lot out of him, he must be dreaming of tickling Amanda Cortez or something, seems like something he really enjoyed talking about. Sleeping wasn’t such a bad idea, maybe I could dream of my threesome that is going to happen in the coming weeks. Finally, a goal in SCW… all of these weeks I have been asked what my goal is, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on one… well now I am going to put some fingers in two… I mean, well… yeah I guess so. I lean back, resting my hands on my middle abs as I close my eyes, what a fucking day… as usual.


Scene Two | On Camera
| Roasted Ass-ar |

I smirk, I was literally on a roll lately and it felt so damn good, I couldn’t remember what losing felt like… it could sit right next to me at a table for lunch and I wouldn’t even recognize it, yeah… it’s been that long. Since joining Sin City Wrestling all I have really done is take names, and kick ass, and then kick some more ass. Hydro, Drexel Matheson, Clint Outlaw, Wallace Jordan… the list was short, but it was already longer than some who have been here twice as long, or even three times as long as I have… and the list will only continue to grow. Especially this week when I go head to head with Gabriel Ass-ar, nice name eh? Must have had a blast growing up in school with the word Ass in his last name, total fuck up on his parents side for never changing their last name.

“Ass… Ass… Ass”

I shrugged my shoulders as I looked ahead of me, what was I staring at? Exactly what the cameras were about to see, pure greatness… an Andrew Watts promo, the best thing anyone can watch here in the SCW, well… second best… can’t forget about Andrew Watts matches either, those things are just instant classics. I nodded my head as I looked down and hit record, streaming live to my own personal blog and to SCW’s online streams as well, this was going to be an instant classic, um… I hope so, I think so… nah, I know so actually.

| Andrew Watts |
"Aaaaand… action little sluts!”

Just as I say the words, the cameras begin to roll, high def of course… nothing but the best here. I finally look forward at the 3 very… very attractive females that stood against the wall ahead of me. All 3 of them dressed the same; a pair of see through thigh high socks that showed off their gorgeous long legs, and a sexy Scottish looking off the shoulder dress with a velvet corset section, and an attached plaid pleated skirt. All 3 of the women wore these, along with their hair all pulled up into pig tails and their skirts, well… shorter than they should be… oh and they’re all wearing thongs, but… as of right now, only I know that.

| Andrew Watts |
"Alright, Lassie Number Tne… what do you have for us…?”

The female farthest to the left turns around, holding a flash card of some sort. Her huge, and likely fake breasts are ready to pop out of the little dress like thing she is wearing. She flashes a smile towards me, before looking down as she begins to read what is written on the card that she holds, her accent shows that she is clearly from here in Scotland.

| Lassie Number One |
"Mista Watts… did you know I was purchased by, and had sex with Gabriel Ass-ar while he was in a relationship with another woman? And even with the pop of Viagra I gave him… it was still only 2 inches long, and the sex sadly only 2 minutes long… I was a very sad and unpleased scadge.”

I smirk, trying to hold back the laugh at the fact that she just called herself a tramp in Scottish slang… but hey, she read the card damn near perfectly. I nod my head as I respond to her.

| Andrew Watts |
"I feel quite bad for you, not because the sex was horrible, not because you had to waste a Viagra on him, and not because you actually had to go through a horrifying 2 minutes of sex with someone like him. But because… well, because of the STD you received from the dirty bastard...”

She nods her head, as she takes a step forward and flips to the next card in her hand.

| Lassie Number One |
"It’s true, it’s so true. I never wanted to have Syphilis, I had heard so many horrible stories about it... and of course after being purchased and being with the disgusting Ass-ar, well... I found out I had Syphilis, and it was horrible... it just made no sense to me. How could someone so bad, and so small, even carry such a powerful disease?”

I nod my head as she looks down at the ground with a frown, I walk towards her.

| Andrew Watts |
"It happens  to the worst of us Lassie, it really does… when you sleep with someone who sucks as bad as Ass-ar, someone who can’t win a match to save his life… you get Syphilis, it’s just a proven fact. Now I’ve made you an appointment at a nearby clinic, because that is just how nice I am… I would um, hug you or something to comfort you, but I don’t want to touch you… so, scram.”

She nods her head and looks up at me, she takes a step towards me and I instantly jump back. She nods again as she turns around and heads for the door… dirty little bitch. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the other 2 who are still facing the wall. I smirk as I place my hands on my hips and call on the next one.

| Andrew Watts |
"Lassie Number Two… show your face!”

The woman who was in the middle, but now is obviously to the left as there are only two left, turns around. She is much cuter than the other one, and her boobs are normal, unlike the abnormally large ones we were just forced to stare at. I smirk as she waves at me in excitement… her accent isn’t as strong, seems like she didn’t grow up around the Scotland area. She too holds flashcards in her hands as I take a step back, leaning my back against a nearby table, and she begins to speak.

| Lassie Number Two |
"Do you know what I did?”

Her eyes glaring at me, a cocky smirk on her face as she says these words… almost as if the words came out of a horror movie, and she was about to confess to something absolutely horrible. I chuckle as I cross my arms across my chest, still leaning back a bit, and I reply.

| Andrew Watts |
"Please tell me, what did you do?”

I chuckle a bit as she looks down at her cards again and then back up at me.

| Lassie Number Two |
"I beat the shit out of Gabriel Ass-ar… it was amazing… it felt so good. He actually begged me to stop, he screamed like a little girl, a few tears fell from his face, and the sight of fear in his eyes was just delightful. He told me he was a world class wrestler, an amazing fighter, and could take anyone on. It was kind of funny considering all I am is a white belt in Karate and I was able to make him squeal like a pig. I felt like I was sparring with an 8 year old boy, well… at least bodywise. If this guy is a world class fighter, then I am afraid to see what amateurs look like… because he stood no chance against me. Is this the guy you are supposed to face next? The guy people are saying will give you a hard time? Are you sure it is the same person?”

I nod my head and quickly respond to what she has just stated.

| Andrew Watts |
“Yes, this is the same person we speak about. Someone who has quite the ego, an ego so big that he has fooled people into believing that he is actually a good wrestler, when the real truth is… he can’t even take on a woman. You were not the first female to kick his ass, it has happened before, once recently in the SCW… and well, there have been countless others that I have heard of as well. The guy is a joke, he lost an arm wrestling match to a 12 year old with a broken arm once… and they say this guy is going to give me a run for my money… what money? Maybe the Scottish quarter I walked on this morning, because that’s about the closest he’ll get to any money when it comes time to step in the ring with me. Now, you run along now… and promise me if you see Mr. Ass-ar again, you don’t hurt him anymore, okay? Leave some of him for me… I want to actually have something to throw around the ring, and that’s going to be hard to do if all of you females keep on kicking his ass all over the place.”

I smirk as she smiles and leans up, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

| Lassie Number Two |
"Oh and you are much cuter than him Mr. Watts… which is funny, considering he thinks he is God’s gift to women… he’s more like a piece of coal on Christmas…”

She smirks as she turns her back to me, and just as she does I flip my hand across her skirt a bit… flipping it up and revealing her very cute and round butt underneath, the cheeks swallowing her white string that she claims is underwear. Have to give the viewers something nice right? Well, there it is, hope everyone enjoyed… she turns around and gives me a wink before walking towards the door. I might have to call that one later. She exits the room as I walk up to the other one, and tap on her shoulder.

| Andrew Watts |
“Lassie Number Three?”

I take a step back as I say this.

| Lassie Number Three |
"Yes Mr. Watts?”

She shouts out, her back still to me, and the cameras. I smirk as I place my hands on my hips.

| Andrew Watts |
“Turn around...”

She turns around slowly as we reveal the front of her dress. Written across her chest is “Gabriel Ass-ar Fan Club” in a strange looking font. She has a slight frown as she stands there, alone, her back against the wall.

| Andrew Watts |
“Do you know why you stand alone?”

She nods her head as she answers the question in a sad voice.

| Lassie Number Three |
"Because… because I am a Gabriel Ass-ar fan...”

I nod my head with a cocky smirk as she stares at the ground, still frowning… more of a pout actually.

| Andrew Watts |
“Correct, you are alone here because that is what every Gabriel Ass-ar fan is… alone, and why? The answer is plain and simple, it is rare to find a fan of such a loser like Ass-ar, and the fact that you actually are a fan of his… well, it fucking disgusts me… now get the hell out of here you stupid idiot.”

She starts to tear up as she looks up at me...

| Lassie Number Three |
"But… but… but… I could be an Andrew Watts fan, I can change… he isn’t even important, he isn’t even talented… not like you...”

| Andrew Watts |
“I would never want something or someone who was once a fan of someone with such a lack of talent to ever be a fan of me… or associated with me in any way… now do as I said, and get out… you must learn to be a loner the rest of your life because NOBODY will ever want to be friends with someone who is a fan of such a piece of shit like Gabriel Ass-ar… now, get lost...”

Tears begin to fall from her face as she runs for the doors. I smirk, I guess it had to be done right? I turn around as I face the camera.

| Andrew Watts |
“I guess you could call this… my own personal roast of… Gabriel… Ass… Ar…”

I stare at the cameras for a few seconds, a confident grin on my face, my hands on my hips as I continue to stare at the cameras. I shrug a shoulder, taking a step closer, and throwing a wink to all of the fans watching… that is, if anyone is still watching… considering I just spent a few minutes talking about the most un-entertaining and boring so called superstar in SCW… superstar, my ass… he should never be called that. I take another step forward as I place my finger on the stop button. I take one more look into the camera, flashing a confident, and cocky smirk before pressing the button as the stream comes to an end… for now.


Scene Three | On Camera
| Five and OH! |

Talk about having too much fun with three random strippers from Scotland… oh yes, those three women were strippers by the way, where else would I find pornstar look alikes who would be willing to do whatever I said for some extra cash? They heard money, and on TV and they ran like little puppies, it was cute… I even got offered a blowjob… for money of course, I’d rather pass… so I gave her a way to contact Ass-ar, rumor has it he has a sex addiction, can’t keep it in his pants… which is funny considering the rumors of how tiny the thing is.

Not everyone can be this awesome

I thought to myself, as I smirked… I always enjoyed going on the camera right before a match, talking a bit about my opponent… it was something that really made me happy, just… rubbing in how bad they were going to lose and reminding them exactly who they are about to be stepping into the ring with, you know… make the fear in them escalate a bit more, if that is possible of course. What made it even better? When my opponent did the same thing, and tried for the same effect on me… sadly their effects are usually poor and it just results in me grabbing some popcorn, as I watch their so called promo with a smile on my face the whole damn time.

Intimidating…

Or intimidate; a strong word, the exact definition is something along the lines of “frighten or overawe (someone), especially in order to make them do what one wants.” That sounded about right, although my definition looks something more along the lines of “remind someone of who I am and what the fuck happens to anyone who messes with a REJECT.” I guess they both have the same idea, mine is just a little bit more accurate… at least to me it is, don’t you agree? Yeah, you agree. Intimidation, something that I was about to make Gabriel Ass-ar feel, experience. Someone needs to shut this idiot up, he isn’t God’s gift to women, and he isn’t a wrestler. I am the lucky man who gets to prove that to everyone… talk about getting all of the right moves around here, right?

Right! Now, here we go…

What more was there to do? What more was there to say? Had I said enough? Was that roast of Ass-ar enough to keep him quiet? Enough to shut his ass up and intimidate him enough for our match? Hell no, that was just a little preview… that was just be having a little bit of fun… that was just what happens when you put me in a boring country like Scotland, filled mainly with pubs, drinking, and sports that we have never even heard of in the United States. I get bored, I do boring things, and make them a hell of a lot more fun than anything anybody else can think of doing when they are bored. Pushing it to the limit, that is what it is all about. So now whata? Now, we go back on camera… now, we do the promo that everyone has been waiting for. The much anticipated match of Andrew Watts and Gabriel Ass-ar… why is it anticipated? Because I am a top tier wrestler, and the other douche bag? He is popular on Twitter, he has a bunch of fans who are mainly teenage girls that don’t know any better… so they think he is amazing. Well, time to end that… hey camera….

Record… Click… Action… Rolling…

The room was a bit dark, but there was definitely enough light to see, especially with the high-technology camera I had going right now. My usual smirk sat there on my face, like always. I looked down at what I was wearing: a pair of black and green Pumas, a pair of designer dirty look Express boot cut jeans, and a black tanktop with the word REJECT across the chest in a white and red font. My hair was neatly spiked, the sides a bit messy, more so pushed to the middle in a mohawk like fashion. I exhaled, placing my arms from my sides to my chest, crossing them over my chest as I lifted my head up, looking forward at the camera ahead of me that was currently rolling. Time to talk a bit about the Ass-ar… you know, I ALMOST felt bad for Gabriel Ass-ar... key word, ALMOST. I smiled, double checking to make sure that the red dot was lit. The camera was good, streaming straight to SCW’s website and my own personal stream as well. I nodded my head as I gave a cocky smile to the camera, leaning back against the wall behind me as I placed my hands together, my fingers all overlapping each other as I cleared my throat, a look of confidence on my face. Time to get shit rolling...

| Andrew Watts |
“SCW! Did you miss me? I know you did… I know it has been a couple of days since you fans have all seen me, and that must drive you wild… it would drive me wild as well, I can relate to that. But it’s okay, because I am right here, right now… live for all of you SCW maniacs! I’m sure you’re all excited… because I am… the ladies definitely are… the SCW staff must be on the edge of their seats… and I know Gabriel Ass-ar is as well...”

I grin confidently, my eyes wandering around the dark room, not really focusing on anything in particular. I rub my right hand against my upper left shoulder, biting my bottom lip for a second before my eyes return to the camera and I continue to speak.

| Andrew Watts |
“Wallace Jordan… ha, remember him? Yeah, me neither. Wallace thought he was going to come out there at Inception and just, end my career, shut my mouth, put an end to what he called all talk, no walk. Well, we all saw how good that worked out for him now didn’t we? Wallace fell victim to a Highlight, and he became just another Highlight… as did his buddy Clint Outlaw… as did Drexel Matheson… and as did Hydro. One, by one, by one, by one… they all fall victims to me, they all become Highlights, and they all are added to the books, and finished. The next one on that list, well… he seems to think he is some kind of special Highlight himself...”

I shake my head. His horrible ego starts to run through my head, causing me a bit of a headache. It was amazing how big of a power trip this idiot was on. Every time he spoke about himself I just wanted to shove my foot through the TV and stuff it into his mouth to shut him the hell up… I almost reported him on Twitter numerous times for being too damn annoying… I could not stand the idiot, then again… who could?

| Andrew Watts |
“Gabriel Ass-ar; Mr. Romance, Mr. Heartthrob, Mr. Can’t Stay in a Stable Relationship, Mr. I Get My Ass Beat by My Ex Girlfriends… oh, if you ask me, then it’s Mr. Pathetic. That’s the name that suits you about right in my eyes, Ass-ar… and side note, yes… I know I am pronouncing your name wrong, but the way I pronounce it also suits you much better, because that is what you are… an ass, because you just constantly make an ass of yourself, keep it up great one.”

I run my hand back through my hair as I let out a light sigh. It was a bit warm in this room, I must have forgotten to adjust the temperature earlier, oh well… shit happens. I tug my shirt down a bit, adjusting my jeans to comfort me a little more. I clear my throat as I look back up at the camera, a confident smirk on my face as I continue speaking.

| Andrew Watts |
“Gabriel Ass-ar and myself, Andrew Watts… we joined the SCW basically at the same time. Well Ass-ar had previous history here, but he came back… on the same show that I debuted on… and well, we couldn’t have started off any different. Now, I will give him this much… he actually started the first night off pretty good, but… yeah, that was the only good night for him here in Sin City Wrestling. So we both start at Climax Control 99, the week before the big one. I debuted in my match against Hydro, and we all know how that went... simple and easy, an easy win for your's truly. Gabriel Ass-ar returns to the SCW ring and what does he do? Well, he actually wins too... the match at least, not the war. Because right after his match, Rage came out to the ring and he took Gabriel into a little beat down, pretty sure I heard rumors that Ass-ar was crying while Rage beat him down... cute start, I shine and Ass-ar whines.”

I smirk as I recall that night, a great debut alright… it was something I wouldn’t forget, shutting up a young immature punk like Hydro… oh and of course watching Gabriel’s celebration cut short as he got the shit kicked out of him by Rage, post match. I nod my head, placing my hands on my hips as I continue on about Ass-ar.

| Andrew Watts |
“Climax Control 100, I stay pretty quiet... other than shutting up Wallace Jordan. Gabe Ass? Well he teams up with his actually cute little sister, who I wouldn't mind having a good half hour with in a room together... remember that Gabe, let that sink into your head. Yeah, that's right... I'd love to give it to your little sister, make her scream my name... let that sound play in your head, over and over... that's right. Now, this sweet piece of ass and her idiot brother team up in a match and what does the idiot brother do? He costs his poor litle sister her match as he gets nailed by Rage, once again... and gets pinned for the 1..2..3, good job Ass-ar, you just got your ass kicked two weeks straight... and me? I continued to look good, as usual.”

I take a deep breath, my hands still sitting comfortably at my hips as I continue to stare forward at the camera… not wasting too much time as I continue on about Gabe Ass.

| Andrew Watts |
“The next week the Ass-ar's continue to suck... as my REJECT who goes by the name of Mikah, beat down your sister and another chick who is non existent now, giving the Ass-ar family yet another loss... this time, at the hands of a REJECT. Gabe Ass was nowhere to be found on this night, he was probably hiding from Rage... sick of getting his ass kicked every week, so he decided to stay away, cowardly move. Me? I continued to shine, I officially announce the formation of the REJECTS, and I beat the livin hell out of Drexel Matheson... and as many already know, as the REJECTS formed that night, they also went four... for... four!”

I shake my head, replaying that night in my head for a quick second, remembering how great it was… how perfect and smooth everything went. I close my eyes for a second as I grin, opening my eyes and looking back at the camera. I pause, not saying anything for a few seconds before I begin to speak once again, continuing on about… Ass-ar.

| Andrew Watts |
“The next week is actually my personal favorite, this is a week I will never forget, and a week Gabriel will want to forget for the rest of his life. Gabe sits there every night, since this night and he cries himself to sleep, wishing that it never happened... the night that Gabe Ass was embarrassed beyond belief. First off, let's go a little back story here, let's go with how much of a stand up guy Gabe is. Gabe was in an intimate relationship with Amy Marshall, they had a thing going on and it was going pretty good. Gabe showed what a gentleman he was by... breaking up with Amy via Twitter, can you say piece of shit or what? Not only is this guy an idiot, but he also has ZERO balls. I mean come on man, what are we in High School? You have to break up with the girl over Twitter? Are you that Twitter obsessed or are you just that big of a coward? Anyways, this leads to the great event that happened. Amy and Gabe, meet face to face backstage at Climax Control, and what happens? The unexpected! Gabe literally gets his ASS HANDED TO HIM by his ex-girlfriend Amy Marshall... and it wasn't just a little slap or punch. No, no no... Amy beat the living fuck out of him. Amy hit him once, hit him twice, threw him around, tossed, him, fists to the face, oh and to add to it? She even gave him a kiss as he laid there beaten to a pulp by his ex-girlfriend. Talk about adding insult to injury. Gabe needed medical help that night, for one because he got the shit kicked out of him by a woman... and two, he posted this one to Twitter or something...  because he had an erection that lasted longer than 4 hours after using Viagra... luckily the doctors were able to cure both.”

I chuckle at how dumb I could be sometimes, but you have to have a little bit of comedy in life right? And tonight, Gabriel Ass-ar was our comedy… okay, Asar… it just doesn’t sound good that way though… Ass-ar, much better… way better. I nod my head, letting my arms fall at my sides as I take a couple of short breaths, clear my throat and look right back at the camera, continuing on about my Ass-Ass-Ass-ar.

| Andrew Watts |
“Then Asar was supposed to face JT Midas, one of the Dick Lick Clique members... ha, two pieces of shits, one ring... this one was going to be a fun one to watch now wasn't it? Too bad it never happened, why? Because Ass-ar is a little pussy that is why. Ass-ar went on some sort of mini rampage, a strike, or something... and well, he apparently temporarily quit SCW. Dude had only been back for like 3 weeks and he was already quitting again. Typical coward move, once things aren't going your way, you turn the other way and run... right Gabe? Seems about right in your book. Ass-ar quits SCW via Twitter I believe, doesn't show for his match and well... just keeps digging himself in deeper. Me? I kicked the shit out of Clint Outlaw that night, you know... just continuing to dominate, week after week... while Ass-ar just... continued to live up to his name and suck ass.”

I smirk, shaking my head, a bit disgusted. I couldn't wait to just get into the ring with this piece of shit and end his SCW career already, it was long overdue and I am definitely the man with the capabilities of doing it. I shook my head, my eyes had wandered for a few seconds but now returned to the camera. I was paying attention again as I cleared my throat once more, crossing my arms over my chest yet again as I began to speak, continuing on about Ass-ar.

| Andrew Watts |
“So we go back to the most recent event. Gabe is back in the SCW, apparently his little temper tantrum was over, he took the tampon out of his pussy, flushed it down the toilet and somehow sucked his way… I mean, worked his way into a Title match at Inception. Gabe got into that ring, and what did he do? He looked greaaaaa… horrible! Gabe got his ass thrown around like he was the new piece of meat at Alcatraz prison. Gabe stood no chance, and well… we all know the outcome of that match, it sure as hell wasn’t Gabe because, that man has no Title… me? I kicked the shit out of Wallace Jordan that night for my fourth straight win, yeah… you know… something Gabe Ass can only dream of doing, literally.”

I continue to stare straight towards the camera, confidence in my eyes, a cocky grin as keep my arms crossed across my chest. I pause for a few seconds before continuing.

| Andrew Watts |
“So why the comparison? Well, it is simple…  Gabe and I came back at the same time, well… he came back, I debuted. And now we find ourselves facing each other. But why did I just compare everything that we have done and had happen to us since joining? To show the difference in two people, in the same place, for the same amount of time. What did we compare? Absolutely nothing, because there is no comparison… there is nothing to compare… it’s not even close. People are calling this the match that will steal the show, how? We are polar opposites and I don’t think anyone could have made that any more clear than I just did. Since returning, Ass-ar has had his ass kicked every week, lost matches, gotten beat up by girls, getting wrecked weekly by Rage, literally quitting because of how bad he was doing, and all while doing this, he racked up a pretty horrible win to loss ratio. What did I do? Well, I didn’t get my ass kicked, not once… I took care of the Hillbilly problem here in SCW, they’re all gone now… I formed the REJECTS… and while doing all of that, I stayed undefeated… taking down every challenge that the SCW threw at me. Unlike Gabe Ass, I can handle my own… this guy can’t even handle an ex-girlfriend, and people want to compare us and put us in the ring together? Get real… this is nothing but a damn tune up match for me...”

I stop talking, I let my hands fall to my sides and I pause for a few seconds. Then I take a few steps towards the camera, getting a bit closer… about halfway closer than I was before, cutting the distance in half. I smirk, nodding my head as I place my hands back on my hips… looking into the camera, just staring with a blank look in my eyes for a few seconds, not saying any words. Finally I wink at the camera and I continue to speak, keeping this short… with intentions to end this talk.

| Andrew Watts |
“Gabriel Ass-ar, for you this will be the biggest match of your life, the greatest challenge you will ever face in the ring, and the most difficult loss for you to ever forget after it is all said and done. And for me Gabe? You know what this match is for me? You know what you are for me? You know what ALL OF THIS is for me? This Gabe… this is all… just another HIGHLIGHT...”

I nod my head, staring into the camera with confidence as I take a few steps closer, staring into the camera the whole time while walking… getting too close for the camera to film me anymore as I reach down and place my index finger on the stop button. I wait a second, and then press it in as it makes a clicking noise, and the promo goes off air. REJECTion is what Gabe was about to experience... something he claims he is not too familiar with, since he seems to get every girl, or so he claims. But this time he will realize what it feels like to be REJECTed and trust me when I say it...it's a REJECTion that Gabriel Asar, will never forget…

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<Center>Journal Entry | Private
| December 7, 2014 |

”Tonight I step into the ring with Drexel Matheson. Mr. Hardcore himself, or whatever the hell he thinks he is. My confidence is at a sky high, there is nothing that is holding me back, and I have been feeling amazing all FUCKING week. I can not wait to get into that right. Drexel has no idea what is coming to him. If only he knew wha…

Fucking pen… ran out of ink...

There we go, about time I found another pen that works. You’d think by now that there would have been some kind of pen invented that didn’t run out of ink, you know? Or maybe one that had a charger that re-charged the ink so that you wouldn’t have to throw them out and look for a new one every time you ran out of ink… who knows, maybe it’s already invented. Ah anyways, so where was I? Yes, tonight… tonight I step into the ring with Drexel Matheson.This is the guy who excels in hardcore matches, seems to actually be the new trend around here from what I have seen. Apparently people are saying Drexel will have to "adjust" in order to face me in a singles match with rules. Honestly, I don't give a shit what he has to do, adjust, not adjust, fuck off, not fuck off... whatever he does, whatever he tries, it doesn't matter because at the end of the night, when the bell sounds... it will be me standing victorious and Drexel Matheson, well... he'll just be another nobody, just like they all are.”

“WOW! Talk about one hell of a fucking win tonight! No, no, no! Not because of who my opponent was or the so called hype about how good of a wrestler this guy is, and how brutal he is, and how good he was in his debut match against Lord A-Raab or whoever the hell he faced…. but because of the way I ended him! I mean has that even been done before? I have hit the Highlight from many different situations, many different variation, and many… many different angles. But, never in my career have I hit a Highlight on someone who was going for an elbow drop on me, while I was laying on my back. The fact that I somehow jumped up into the air from being flat on my back and managed to pull off the move in mid air and smash his face straight into the canvas? Well that not only impressed everyone in the arena, shit… that even impressed myself… and that is hard to do. I guess I can add Drexel to the list of victims, and to the light of those who have been Highlighted. It’s beginning to look nice, the list is getting bigger by the match…

Hydro
Drexel Matheson

Oh and there was one more, well one and a half more that took a fall in the victims column tonight. Wallace Jordan, little hillbilly, redneck idiot bot. He thought he was cool last week when he talked shit to me… he thought I was joking when I gave him the warning about me getting my hands on him… well, was I? I took that bitch out faster than Rain Man can multiply 57382 by 91182… and that’s pretty damn fast, I think. Wallace walked into the wrong door, he took the wrong road… and tonight he paid for it, so did his little cousin Clint Outlaw… and hopefully it was a message to the hillbilly family, because if it wasn’t … then there will only be more to come, much more.”


Scene One | Off Camera
| Destruction Begins |


Another Climax Control, another mother fucking success! I swear, as weeks went by, shit just got better and better for me and the crew… at least in my eyes they did. Clint Outlaw just didn’t have enough last week, clotheslining him out of his clothes must have not been enough, he wanted more, he wanted to sign his own early retirement papers, and he did just that. Clint Outlaw came out to the ring, and he trashed me, he called me all sorts of names, thinking it would bother me… and then, then he called me out to the ring to challenge me. I am not sure if this guy is just a straight up idiot with no brains, or if the alcohol got the better of him tonight. Because nobody in their right minds, especially a non-wrestler like himself, would do what he did tonight. Challenge Andrew Watts to a match? Challenge SCW’s newest, and hottest superstar in the ring, one on one. Clint Outlaw has some issues, and after next week, he is going to have even more issues, idiot.. straight up, idiots. I made my way backstage, walking past a few backstage workers, paying little to no attention to them. A few tried to get my attention, a few smiled, a few acted as if they didn’t know me… but me? I ignored them, all of them. They weren’t important to me.I snagged a water bottle off of a nearby water bottle table and popped the cap off, taking a quick swig of water, refreshing  myself after all of the talking I just did with the idiot redneck. I tossed the bottle to the ground as it rolled behind me, water pouring out of it. Someone will clean it up right? That’s what custodians and shit are for anyway. I approached my locker room, pausing for a second as I ran my hand back through my hair. I turned the handle and I pushed the door open, I noticed Alex Kaelin was standing in the middle of my locker room, what did he want? I walked into my locker room, Alex turning around to face me as I started conversation.

| Andrew Watts |
"Hey dude, what you doing in here?"

I ask as I push the door shut behind me, then turning my focus to Kaelin who looks back at me.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Can’t a guy just stop by and congratulate his friend?"

I arch an eyebrow, still staring his way.

| Andrew Watts |
"Congratulate me?  On what? I didn’t even have a match tonight, I mean unless you are referring to me getting challenged by that loser Clint Outlaw I guess I understand. It is a win in my book that I get to face that idiot in a match next week."

I smirk, walking over towards my gym bag, as I pull a white tanktop out of it, throwing it over my head as Kaelin replies.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Congratulate you on taking charge. You know, stirring the pot around this place... Taking Wallace out with a steel chair. Now you got a match with his cousin, this place needs someone to take out the trash."

I nod my head, Kaelin was always a smart guy… definitely the type of person someone could trust at their side. I throw the tank top over my torso as I turn my attention back to him.

| Andrew Watts |
"Thanks brotha, I am not doing it alone though… everyone knows you are right there with me, as well as Gavin and Mikah. Seems I am the one stuck with all of the hillbilly rednecks in  this place though, I mean seriously… how many of these idiots are there? It’s like we joined Inbred City Wrestling or some shit."

I crack a smirk towards Kaelin, as he pulls out a pack of smokes. He pulls a cigarette out of the pack and tucks it away in the corner of his mouth. Slowly putting the pack back in his pocket before taking his lighter out and lighting one up.

| Alex Kaelin |
"Well as long as you don't hear a banjo you should be just fine. Those cunts don’t seem that bright anyway. Eh, more than likely be added to the highlight list.. Or whatever the fuck you call that move of yours.”

I let out a light chuckle as I shake my head.

| Andrew Watts |
"Don’t act like you don’t know the name of it, bitch. At this rate, I am going to have to rename it the Redneck Slam or something. I mean, how many do we have so far? Clint Outlaw, Wallace Jordan, Peggy Sue or whatever that big breasted bimbo’s name is… who is the next hillbilly I am going to have to face? Bobby Dee? Jury Bob Dickson? Big Bob Kabob? Ellen DeGeneres?”

I say shaking my head with a look of frustration, can’t I face someone who can speak normally or at least not smell like arm pits that have never been deodorized? I look up at Kaelin who is laughing to himself. Shaking his head before taking another drag off his smoke.

| Alex Kaelin |
”Ellen isn't a hillbilly bro, just because she isn’t a heterosexual it doesn’t mean she is one of them.”

I arch an eyebrow in confusion… what the fuck is he talking about?

| Andrew Watts |
"Not a heterosexual? Exactly my point, that means she like fucks her cousins and shit right? Basically the same thing as these inbred idiots bro.”

I say shaking my head, why couldn’t everyone be as smart as me? Or… shit.

| Alex Kaelin |
”Bro, she is a drag king..”

| Andrew Watts |
"Drag king? I didn’t know she drag raced.. that is actually kind of cool…”

I couldn’t tell if he could tell I was busting his balls or not, but judging by the irritated sound in his voice he must have thought I was being serious and really didn’t know what all of these terms meant. He answered back in a bit of an angry tone, his eyes shooting open as he spoke.

| Alex Kaelin |
”BRO! She is a lesbian… SHE LIKES GIRLS!.”

I smirk, nodding my head… trying my hardest to hold back the laugh… oh, lesbian, that word always had a sexy ring to it.

| Andrew Watts |
"Lesbian? Fuck, that’s hot man...”

| Alex Kaelin |
”What the fuck.. Have you seen her?”

| Andrew Watts |
"Yeah I have seen…. OH…. OH! Damn, yeah… not hot… definitely not hot.”

I pause for a second, and we both let out a light laugh, I shake my head as I begin to speak again.

| Andrew Watts |
"Wait, how the fuck did we get from us dominating and cleaning out the trash of SCW… to the talk show host who looks like a little boy?”

I smirk as I lean back against the edge of the couch’s arm rest behind me. Alex let out a soft laugh and scratched his temple as he pondered the same thing.

| Alex Kaelin |
”I was going to ask myself the same fucking question..”

| Andrew Watts |
"Oh man, I can’t wait to beat the living hell out of that piece of shit Clint Outlaw… I am literally ripping that family apart one by one. Not going to lie though, I kind of want to hit Wallace Jordan’s wife… and I don’t mean that in an abusive way…”

I smirk as I run my hand back through my hair, letting out a light chuckle as Alex nods his head, looking back at me.

| Alex Kaelin |
”You sure about that? I mean she has had Wallace inside of her.. Hell, probably had her brother Clint Outlaw inside of her as well...Fucking hillbillys.”

I nod my head, this is true.

| Andrew Watts |
”True, them inbred fuckers just don’t give a fuck, they see a nice pair of tits and pass them around like the tray of turkey at the Thanksgiving Day dinner table. Enough about the hillbilly idiots though… what about you bro? You have such an easy Semi-Finals match for the Roulette Championship! Literally, all you have to do is just go in there and finish whatever I left of Drexel Matheson. I mean, he can’t have too much more in him after I destroyed him last week… now it’s on you to finish the job and cruise your way into the Championship match!”

I push off of the couch, standing up straight. Alex nodded his head in agreement, it was clear he didn't view Drexel Matheson as a threat.

| Alex Kaelin |
”Bro, I am going to Mexico for a week and when I get back I am going to beat the piss out of Drexel. Whatever is left of him they will have to scrape it up off the canvas and serve as roadkill to those hillbillies you’ve been dealing with..”

I nod my head in agreement, that’s exactly what we needed in this group… confidence, and Alex and I both had that, a lot of it… almost too much, as if there was such a thing.

| Andrew Watts |
”Amen to that dude… I can’t wait to see you make quick work of him, I’ll be finished and done with Clint Eastwood… ugh, I mean Travis Outlaw… fuck, whatever the fuck his name is… shit, when I am done with him he will have a harder time remembering his name than I am having right now. He made a bad mistake, you don’t cross a REJECT, you don’t call out a REJECT, and you sure as hell… do not piss off a REJECT. I think we have made that message pretty damn clear, and if we haven’t… well Drexel and Hillbilly Willy will be perfect examples of that.”

I take a step towards Kaelin, throwing my arm up for a high five as he slams his hand against mine, gripping it into a handshake as we bump out shoulders together. I nod my head at him as he looks back in confidence.

| Andrew Watts |
”I’m going to hit the showers, I actually almost broke a sweat when I was talking shit to that idiot hillbilly out there tonight. You take care in Mexico bro, don’t drink the water… and don’t knock up Krissy, but do make sure you give it to her good. Make sure she is calling you Papi by the time you guys get back.”

I slap his shoulder as we both have a quick laugh.

| Alex Kaelin |
”Hahaha, Yeah, she will be calling me Papi alright.. Actually, I’m pretty sure I wont be getting a tan down in Mexico. It will be a miracle if Krissy and I leave the hotel room at all. It’s gonna be a week of nonstop sex and bondage.. You ever tried that shit? I swear, fifty shades of grey should be mandatory for any woman to read.”

I arch an eyebrow..

| Andrew Watts |
”Wow bro, what the fuck? Don’t go turning soft on me, you almost sound like you are in love or something…”

I shake my head with a light chuckle as I walk towards my gym bag.

| Andrew Watts |
”Shit, I wouldn’t even be surprised if you came back engaged or some shit, seems like she has got you wrapped around her finger pretty good bro.”

I smirk, grabbing a pair of boxers, shorts, and a new tank top out of my gym bag as Kaelin talks while I get my shit ready.

| Alex Kaelin |
”Hahaha fuck you..She kinda worships me, it’s really nice. You uh.. Have fun with your little Air Head while I’m gone alright?”

I shake my head as I zip my bag back up, tossing it back on the couch and walking towards the bathroom.

| Andrew Watts |
”Oh you know I will… speaking of, I should call her… good thinking bro, good thinking."

I smile as I make my way into the bathroom and hear Kaelin exiting my locker room. I toss my clothes on the counter, pushing the door shut as I make my way for the shower, turning on the water as I make sure the temperature is right. I lean over the counter, my hands pressed against the edge, as I stare at myself in the mirror. I look into my own eyes, as if I was another person or something… I felt right, I missed this, I was finally back to myself, back to what I loved the most… back to being the best.


Journal Entry | Private
| December 14, 2014 |

”Tonight was another great night, this week was another great week, and this month was just turning out to be fucking amazing so far. I keep telling myself that I am not the type of person to write, not the type of person to keep a journal… but for some reason I find myself back here, more often than usual, and the weird part? I like it. I guess it is just something new, everyone finds new hobbies as they adjust in life, and maybe writing was a new hobby for  me. Go figure, if someone told me I would be writing in journal once, or multiple times a week I would have never believed them. But here I am, once again, at least once a week, writing in this thing. The pages were starting to fill up and my handwriting was even starting to improve, is starting to improve… whatever. Past tense, present tense, I guess I wasn’t exactly the SMARTEST writer, but who gives a shit right? This is basically for myself to keep and reread and my grammar and spelling? Not exactly the main focus of me, Andrew Watts. I am smart in many areas, important areas, the areas that I need to be smart in. Anyways, about this week, about tonight… where to even start?”

“My workouts are getting better, my sparring is at the best it has ever been, and my athletic ability is just through the roof. I haven’t felt this good in… well ever, not to mention that this new piece of ass I have been around lately has been well… perfect honestly. And to top things off? Tonight I got challenged by another redneck. First we had the idiot Wallace Jordan running around, beating his chest, beating his dick, and probably beating his wife too… talking about how he wanted someone to have a great match with, how he was wondering why he wasn’t booked on the biggest so called show in the history of SCW and well…. I did exactly what I told him I would do. I shut him the fuck up! I smashed him in with that steel chair and he loved it, I mean… I loved it. I could literally see his wife’s nipples poking through her shirt as she watched a REAL MAN beat the hell out of her chump of a husband… and his cousin? Well that idiot made the wrong decision of calling me out. Now I find myself getting ready to go head to head against cousin Clint in some type of hardcore or no holds barred match, shit… I guess this dude really never wants to be able to live his life normally again. I can’t wait, I can not wait to get my hands on Clint Outlaw. He is mad because I insulted his bimbo sister? Well, he is going to be even more mad after I embarrass him in front of her, and she realizes what a chump he is and stops giving him that incest inbred sex that he loves… I am going to tear this family apart...and I am going to do it one… by one. I don’t know how I want 4 and a half years without stepping into the ring, because dammit… I fucking missed this.”


Scene Two | On Camera
| Inbred City |


Ugh, why did we have to do these things? I mean it wasn’t exactly a requirement, but the company says that we will get bonuses and it is well encouraged that we appear on camera at some point to “hype up” our match. Problem with this one is, how the hell do you hype up a match when your opponent is nothing but a complete dud? This guy isn’t a wrestler, he isn’t interesting, the fans don’t cheer for him, the guys in the back don’t care for him, what the fuck is there to hype? I mean I guess I could go out and talk about how bad he smells, how he never showers, the fact that you can smell the alcohol on his breath from across the ring, or maybe the fact that he eats his sister’s ass on a daily basis. Inbred rednecks are not something that people want to see, the only place they actually are half decent in is maybe a horror movie or something… but in a wrestling ring? That is where real talent should perform, not guys like Wallace Jordan and Clint Outlaw… and definitely not Peggy Sue, unless there is a dildo involved and she is naked with them big moon balloons out for everyone to get a nice view.

Ouch…

I bumped into something as I made my way through the dark arena. There was no show tonight, there was nothing going on, and I probably wasn’t even supposed to be in the building right now, but I know a guy… who knows a guy… who knows a girl, who I fucked… who knows a guy… who got me into the building no problem. He just said to try and not turn on too many lights, problem with that? I couldn’t find any lights. I made my way to the entrance stage, there was a camera set up in the ring for me, just as I asked him… hopefully it had a flash, because well… there wasn’t much light here. I slowly walked down the entrance ramp, using my iPhone flashlight app so that I can actually see where I was walking. I hopped up onto the apron, as I entered the ring through the middle rope and made my way to the camera which was sitting near the ropes, on a four foot stand. I began to play around with it, how the hell do I even get this thing to work?

Click…

Okay, that sounded good… I think I did something. Yep! I noticed a red light flashing with the letters R - E - C flashing in are font as well. I nodded my head as I took a few steps away, walking towards the center of the ring slowly, my back to the camera as it recorded me. I was dressed casually; a pair of black Adidas sports pants, with white double lines going up the side of each leg, and a black REJECT cut off t-shirt with the word REJECT in a white font across the chest. I ran my hand back through my hair as I walked a few more steps, across the ring and turned around, leaning back against the opposite ring ropes as I stared forward at the camera that was across from me. I sighed, taking a deep breath, swirling my lips as I began to speak… I hated this, but… I guess at the same time I kind of enjoyed it, or something.

| Andrew Watts |
”It all started three weeks ago, give or take a few days. I believe the date was November, 30th… and the show was Climax Control, the 100th edition of it, the biggest show of them all… or so some called it at least. I had the week off, but Mark Ward asked me if I could be present at the arena since it was such a big show for the company, as much as I really didn’t want to be here on a day off… I came anyways. I figured I would just take a stroll backstage, hangout in my locker room, see the other REJECTS, maybe stare at the Rocky Mountains a bit… you know, all of the fun stuff. So I actually decided to pay some attention to the show. I sat down on the couch in my locker room and flicked on the TV to watch the live feed of the show, and well...right when I turned it on, there was some cowboy like looking guy walking to the ring. I had never really seen him before, he didn’t strike a resemblance or anything really. But something about him just, annoyed the fuck out of me. I mean, I am not the biggest fan of people to begin with, but I just couldn’t stand this guy’s face. I wanted to punch it through the TV, my TV literally started doing some crazy shit too, I think it wasn’t a fan of him being on it either, who could blame the thing right?”

I smirk confidently as I continue to lean back against the ring ropes, staring forward at the camera that was still recording. I took a few breathes, lifting my hand up to my chin as I rubbed the bottom of my chin, before continuing to talk about the night from three weeks ago.

| Andrew Watts |
”So this guy finally gets in the ring, and my volume was at a decent level, and unfortunately I had to listen to him, it made everything about 100 times worse, it really did. This guy’s voice, his accent, it made me hate him even more...I just wanted to beat the hell out of this guy, and I didn’t even know him… yet. So this guy starts talking, and about the stupidest, most idiotic shit...it literally made like zero sense to me. He came out here running his mouth; Talking about how he is some resident Wild Man, talking about how the people and the fans in Vegas are so rude nad what not... talking about how he was sitting at a table and took a crap or something, and some guy was calling him Grizzly Adams... honestly I was lost, and almost feeling ashamed to be in the same company as a guy like this, seriously who the fuck signed this guy's contract? Good job, very good job... anyways, so he continued! He started talking about people sending him emails and calling him a jobber, complaining how his opponent bit him the week before, and then he was complaining why the Wild Man was left off of the card of the so called biggest show in the history of SCW... and then I had enough. I got my ass out of my locker room and made my way out to the ring, because there was no way I was going to sit there any longer and listen to this loud, annoying, ugly ass hillbilly ruin the show even more.”

I put both of my arms up on the top rope as I spread them out, stretching my shoulders and upper back as I take a break from talking for a second, taking a deep breath before I continue speaking… again.

| Andrew Watts |
”So I make my way out here, and I see this guy in person… even uglier than you would think honestly, I was a bit scared, and shocked… and scared. I basically told him that he needed to shut up, I told him I had heard enough of his shit, and I was pretty sure that the fans were falling asleep and leaving the arena because of him. He went on to say the whole "who are you" act, acting as if he didn't know who I was, and then in the same sentence he basically contradicted himself by saying that I am a huge shit talker... if he doesn't know me then how does he seem to know so much about me? That's because Wallace is just another bitch, he told me he never backs down and he wanted to face me right then and there, but I wasn't dressed, I was tired, and he smelled pretty bad too, so I wasn't really for it at that exact time. But I did do something... I made Wallacea promise, I promised him that he would regret the way he talked to me and oh... did I keep up on my end of the promise? I think I did...”

I give a cocky grin, running my hand across the bottom of my chin again, stupid razor burn… I guess I deserve that for trying to shave quick, and without shaving cream. I nod my head as I continue what I was saying.

| Andrew Watts |
”Fast forward, now… the next week, two weeks ago. Climax Control 101! It was great, I beat the fuck out of Drexel Matheson, the REJECTS made our debut and oh… one more thing, oh yeah, the important part, I kept my promise. Wallace thought he was going to go out there and be in the opening round of a match for the tournament that will determine the next SCW Roulette Champion, well Wallace was wrong. His opponent made his way to the ring, I forget his name... Chris Shitman I believe? Anyways I watched Shitman walk to the ring, nothing special either... your typical boring entrance, and then the poor crowd thought they were going to have to see a long, boring Wallace Jordan match. I would like to quote Justin De... Justin Dec... that ring announcer guy, I'd like to quote him... it went something like "Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Peggy Sue and Clint Outlaw, from Country Boy Paradise, weighing around two hundred and thirty four..." BAM! The bam wasn't said by the announcer, but it was heard throughout the arena. Because the bam was the steel chair that I held, smashing straight into the back of Wallace Hillbilly Jordan! Wallace fell to the ground and the big tit bimbo let out a scream like the dick accidentally slipped from her pussy to her ass. Wallace fell to the ground and before he could even try to get up, BAM! Wallace at the chair once more... sending his ass straight to the ground, where it should have been. Then Titty Sue and Cunt Outlaw tried to approach me, thinking that I would back away or something... but I was ready and willing to take out either one of them as well, and Cunt learned that the hard way when I clotheslined him so hard that he flipped in mid air! Let's not forget the DDT that Wallace took that night, busting him open as his head bounced off of the beautiful steel of that chair, cutting his forehead and forcing his redneck inbred diseased blood to drain from his wound. Wallace laid there like the little bitch that he is, Clint right next to him and his bimbo wife could only watch, wishing that her husband was half of the man that I am... wishing that her husband wasn't so pathetic... and deep down inside, we all know she was wishing, well... that I was inside, if you catch what I am saying there. ”

I smirk confidently, pushing myself off of the ropes as I stand up straight, adjusting the bottom of my shirt a bit, pulling it down as I turn my focus back to the camera, taking a breath after pausing for a short moment, and then continuing. The tone of my voice staying the same, as if I was telling some kind of boring story about the inbred idiots of SCW.

| Andrew Watts |
”So then last week, a week after all of that went down… just when I thought I had finally shut up the inbred family, just when I thought I was done with redneck hillbillies and wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore… what the fuck happens? This idiot cousin of Jordan’s comes out to the ring. CLINT Outlaw, there you go… I actually called you by your name so you don’t go crying to the big bosses, not like they’d give a shit… probably fire you for being intoxicated. Speaking of, are you even employed here? Or do you just fucking think you are? I think security should look into that next time you step into the ring… then again, next time you step into the ring will also be the last time because, well… your dumb ass challenged me last week at Climax Control 102. And boy, that was the dumbest thing you could have ever done. You claim you can wrestle, you claim you can fight, and you claim you love when the rule book is thrown out the window… well buddy, do you realize exactly what you agreed to last week? You didn’t agree to a match with just anyone, you didn’t agree to a guy who will beat you down and then pin you and move on. No Clint, you agreed to much… much more. Do you have any idea what I am going to do to you next week Clint? Do you? DO YOU?!”

I walk towards the camera, getting about as close as I can, my face about half a foot from it, I don’t want to make out with the camera, but I do want a close up of this gorgeous face… especially when I am talking about what is about to go down. The tone of my voice changes a bit, getting a bit more violent, deeper, darker. I finish my sentence.

| Andrew Watts |
”Not only am I going to Highlight you. Clint, I am going to FINISH you Wallace, let this be a message to you, to show you why you should never… EVER… mess with the REJECT.”

I shake my head as I place my hand over the camera lens. I wonder how much this camera costs? SCW pays big bucks for this shit right? Well, I don’t really give a fuck. I push the camera backwards off of the stand as it crashes down against the canvas and then rolls right off of the apron and smashes against the outside arena floor. I suppose I could have just hit the “power off” button… but then again, why would I do it the normal way? I am a REJECT, right? Right…

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<Center>Journal Entry | Private
| November 23, 2014 |

”Ahh, what a fucking week.... what a fucking week… I can’t say that enough right now, and as unreal and amazing that this week has been, it is nothing compared to tonight. Because everything that happened this week, everything I did, everything I went throught… it was all for tonight. Tonight I step back into the ring, it’s been a while, but I have gone longer without doing this. I don’t think anything could top the near 5 year break I took due to my injury back in 2009, so a few months should be a piece of cake for me. I am starting to get really used to writing in this journal, it’s actually becoming a big part of me for some reason… which is strange, considering writing is very unlike me. I’ve hit the gym harder this week than I can remember… I’ve sweat more than half of the SCW locker room combined, and I’ve trained night and day, until my body just couldn’t go anymore. I took the last 2 days off, to just rest and let my body prepare itself, and honestly… I feel fucking amazing tonight. I hope Hydro is ready because he is honestly going to meet an Andrew Watts that nobody has ever met before… I am in the best shape of my life, and I mean that. A nice massage, followed by a good half hour in the hot tub and then I am off to the arena. Tonight is the night!”

“Trying to wind down, I keep playing it over and over through my head. Hydro just standing there, his back to me, being stalked. He had no clue that I was about to spoil his debut, shove his ass straight down the ranks where he belongs. He had no clue what the fuck was about to happen to him, and then he turned around… big mistake! Highlight… Cover… One… Two.. Three! FUCK YEAH! That felt fucking amazing! I can’t believe how smooth everything felt; from walking into the arena, walking to the ring, from the sound of the bell that got the match going, and the sound of Hydro’s body hitting the canvas as a result of the Highlight. Hearing the referee’s hand hit the canvas three straight times, followed by the sound of the bell… now that was something I have missed lately… but it is also something I will be hearing a lot of now that I am a full time go in SCW. I think I made one hell of a debut tonight, I left a mark in that ring… one that every SCW roster member noticed, one that every SCW fan noticed, and one that none of them well forget. The best part of all of this? Well, this is just the beginning… the beginning of a long… long road. I’m back, and I can’t wait to get back in that ring, nothing compares to the feeling I felt tonight, it’s unexplainable, there isn’t a word or phrase to describe it. Perfection I guess… now, time to celebrate.”


Scene One | Off Camera
| Victory |


I took a deep breath, fuck that hurt... but I was okay. I shook it off and looked up, what the hell is this dumbass doing? Hydro just hit some sort of weird move on me, one that actually did some damage, and now he is umm... sitting on the middle rope staring at some dude I've never seen before that is talking trash to him from the entrance ramp. Hydro does realize we are in the middle of a match right now doesn't he? I mean, I could care less. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead, pushing myself up into a snake pushup position, stalking behind Hydro with a cocky grin on my face. Oh idiot, just turn around... it's time you meet your destiny. About... Fucking... Time... finally Hydro turned around, I pushed myself up off of the ground, shooting into the air as my arms wrapped around the neck and head of Hydro. I pulled him down with force as his face crashed straight into the canvas, his body bouncing as he flops right onto his back... and me? On him for the cover, I heard the referee's hand hit the canvas; once, twice, and a third damn time. That sounded amazing, followed by a great triple ding from the ring bell and the announcement of my victory. I could hear fans booing, other cheering, but the most important thing I could hear was a song... my theme song. Love the Way You Hate Me by Like a Storm was screaming throughout the arena. Hydro was laid out, and I was standing up victorious. I felt a hand run across my lower back as I turned around to see Gabriela, my manager standing there with a confident smile on her face.

| Gabriela |
"That was perfect, congrats you."

I nodded my head as she grabbed me by the hand, raising my hand into the air. I hit the canvas, rolling out of the ring, Gabriela following me as she slowly made her way down the steel steps. I walked up the side of the entrance ramp, Gabriela following behind me as I made my way past a few fans, slapping me on the chest, shoulder, trying to get pictures of me, and all of that good stuff. Wow did it feel fucking good to be victorious in my debut here, something I was quite familiar with. I finally made my way to the curtain as I pushed through it and into the backstage area. I instantly grabbed a water bottle on a nearby concession stand and twisted the cap off, tossing it to the ground. I chugged half of the bottle, trying to catch my breath, and dumped the rest of it on top of my head and shoulders as I continued to walk. I tossed the bottle against the ground, turning a corner and running my hand back through my hair that was soaked in a mixture of water and sweat. I rubbed my eyes, approaching my locker room door, as I pushed it open, flicking the light on with a confident smirk and walking into the room. Gabriela following me, shutting the door behind me. I heard the door smack shut and then heard her voice from behind me… as usual.

| Gabriela |
"Wow, you’re better in that ring than I could have ever imagined. I’m honestly VERY impressed."

I couldn’t tell if the tone of her voice was extremely impressed, or extremely turned on… or a mixture of both. But I had a feeling that her panties needed to be changed after that match, at least I’d like to think that. I smirk, running my hand back through my hair once more, sprinkles of water landing onto my bare upper back as I chuckled and then replied to her compliment.

| Andrew Watts |
"Yeah… I know my way around the ring, better than most people, and I know when to be attentive, and when not to be. Unlike Hydro."

There was a slight pause, and then I heard her reply with a question.

| Gabriela |
"Hmm, and when exactly are you supposed to be attentive and not be attentive?"

I chuckle to myself, was she serious? There was never a time when you should be in the ring and NOT be attentive. The fact that she even had to ask that question made me second guess my choice of a manager. I took a deep breath, exhaling as I shook my head and replied.

| Andrew Watts |
"You should already know the answer to those questions. Number one; when to be attentive? Always, every fucking second you are in that ring. Number two; when to not be attentive? Never, the second you make one little mistake or lose focus, can be the very second you just fucked yourself in the ass and blew the match..."

I smirk, was it even possible to fuck yourself in the ass? I chuckled to myself as I reached down into my bag, grabbing a grey tank top out of it, followed by a white towel. I rubbed the white towel against my face, and followed it up by wiping my shoulders and upper back. I tossed the towel to the ground and then threw the tank top over my head, pulling it down to cover my torso as I turned around to face Gabriela. She nodded her head, silent, and putting a quick smile on her face. She stared at me for a few seconds, before opening her mouth to speak again.

| Gabriela |
"So what now, how do we celebrate this huge win of yours Andrew?"

She took a couple of steps towards me, changing the smile on her face to a bit of a seductive look. What was her deal with this lately? I wasn’t really all into mixing by business with pleasure. I had no idea fucking her, or anyone else… but if she gets emotionally involved with me, then it could interfere with how she manages me during my matches, and I did not need any kind of interferences… nothing was getting in my way, especially a Colombian chick who is supposed to be out there to help me.

| Andrew Watts |
"Well, a nice shower, a beer or two, and then a date with my bed… those are my plans, my way of celebrating."

She smirked, nodding her head as she took another step closer, running her hand from my upper chest, slowly, and all the way down to my belt line. She grabbed my tights by the waist, holding for a few seconds and then letting go. What the hell was she doing? She took a few steps past me, as she continued walking towards the bathroom in my locker room, stopping about halfway there. She pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor, revealing the back of a white lace bra. She turned her neck, her head facing me with a cocky smirk as she spoke in… well, a pretty sexy voice.

| Gabriela |
"You said hot shower right? Well this one is going to be the hottest shower you have ever had chico."

As she finished her sentence, and before I could say anything back, her pants hit the ground and all I could see was the juiciest, roundest, and most perfect ass that I had ever seen. It literally ate her white thong, it was almost as if she wasn’t even wearing panties, but she was… somewhere in there. I couldn’t hide what was happening in my tights, and one look at that from her and there was no questioning what was running through my mind right now. She turned around, taking a step towards me, and smirking.

| Gabriela |
"You’re loco if you think you’re going to turn this down. I mean… I do everything."

She smirked as she reached down for my tights and gave me a slight tap. I cringed as she turned around and walked to the bathroom. I said it to myself earlier there is no way I was going to mix business and pleasure… not if it was going to jeopardize the way that I could perform in the ring, or the way that she could manage. But there was also no way that I wasn’t fucking that, right here, right now… multiple times. What the hell do I do? I shake my head, pulling off my tank top as I let it hit the ground. I take a few steps towards the bathroom as I see her panties come flying out through the door, landing right at my feet. I lean down, grabbing the white lace, barely enough to cover a couple of my finger, let alone cover private parts. I squeezed them tight in my hand, before letting them hit the ground again, taking a deep breath as I run my hand back through my hair, squeezing the back of my hair. I promise to never mix business and pleasure, so I guess that can only mean one thing. I no longer have a manager, because there is no way in hell that I am not fucking this woman’s brains out tonight. I smirk, walking into the bathroom, I guess I could break the news of firing her to her after I finish up with everything, you know… so the sex isn’t half ass… because I definitely want that full ass, no doubt about that.


Journal Entry | Private
| November 30, 2014 |

”So this was an interesting week. I had what might have been the craziest sex of my life with my now former manager. She took the news of being fired decently, I guess she wasn’t to thrilled about being a manager anyways, didn’t seem like the right job for her anyways, especially after the sex… I think she belongs in the porn field, she definitely knows all of the ropes if she ever wanted to lead herself into a career in that field. So now I am without a manager, not that it bothers me… managers are pretty overrated anyways. I have gone most of my career either with, or without one… and I’ve done perfectly fine either way, and I don’t think that will change. Shit, she barely did anything for me last Sunday night anyways, just stood there and watched while I beat the fuck out of Hydro. She was basically worthless, well… until she got naked at least. On another good note, even though I told her she couldn’t manage me anymore, she still came over on Monday Night, Wednesday Night and Thursday Night for some more… I guess you could say my sex life has been pretty great this week. People think of sex like it’s something bad, but me? I look at it as training, I mean you have the cardio, the endurance, and of course the experience… it’s a lot like being in the ring, and go figure… I am pretty damn good at both of those things.”

“Alright, so enough about sex, I mean it will be nice to read back on this when I am a 60 year old man and remember all of the great pussy I got while I was young, but there are other memories that need remembering as well… especially when it comes to being in the ring. Tonight was Climax Control 100, and it was a big fucking show. SCW made the horrible mistake of not booking me, which sucks for them considering I am more than likely the best talent they currently and will ever have on their roster, their loss though. However I did make my presence felt tonight. I was sitting there backstage, and listening to some loser named Wallace Jordan go on and on about… well, extremely fucking pointless shit. All I could think about doing was either kick the fuck out of him, or stick a finger down my throat and make myself puke everywhere. Instead I decided to go out to the ring, and have a little… oh, I guess you could call it a talk? Yeah, I had a little talk with him, and I made sure he knew exactly who he was talking shit to… because for some reason, that’s what he did, talk shit. I mean, all I did was tell the guy he was boring, and reminded him that he got his ass handed to him by some guy that looked like a homeless bum from Sweden, that’s not that insulting now is it? I guess it was to him though, because the two of us seem to have some bad blood brewing now, and I have a feeling that it just isn’t going to end at what happened tonight.”

“On the bright side, I will be in the ring at the upcoming Climax Control, I actually just got a text message with  my match statistics as I was writing that last paragraph. I guess I am facing some guy that debuted the same night as me… his name is, shit I forgot his name, let me check my phone………………………Andrew Watts vs Drexel Matheson in a Singles Match. The dude doesn't sound too intimidating, I guess he likes hardcore matches and likes getting intense when it comes to stepping in the ring. Lucky for him this is just a regular rules match, so I guess he is going to have some adjusting to do when we step into the ring together. Now I honestly don’t know much about him other than that, shit… honestly I don’t know anything about him. I just remember reading that he debuted a couple of weeks ago when basically everyone else did, and I am pretty sure he walked away with a win. Well congrats, dick… so did I. I can’t wait to put this guy in his place, because there is only one man walking out of this match with his head held high, and I think the world already knows exactly who that one man is. And in case I forget who it is when I am reading this when I am 60 years old… that one man is me, Andrew Watts.”


Scene Two | On Camera
| That Big Titty Interview |

I pulled tight, making sure that the cotton shower towel wrapped around my waist was nice and secure. I looked in the half fogged mirror, catching a faded glimpse of myself, running my hand back through my wet hair as I smirked, winking at myself in the mirror. I’m a good looking fucker, I think everybody knows it too. I walk out into my locker room, leaving the bathroom door open behind me as I head towards my gym bag, grabbing it, and dropping it on the black leather couch in front of me. Just as I reach in for it, I hear my door smash open, what the fuck? I turn around in a defensive mode only to be greeted by a bunch of cameras, a few camera men, and....

| Andrew Watts |
"HOLY SHIT are those things real?!"

Those may be the biggest tits I have seen since signing a contract with SCW… shit they may be the biggest tits I have seen in any federation that I have been a part of. WOW! I looked up at the woman who stood in front of all of the cameras; she wore a tight button up white shirt, the buttons nearly bursting as her gigantic tits pushed through the top of it, and a black dress skirt that was cut pretty short, showing off her legs. This bitch was sexy, more of a milf looking woman, which was fine by me… oh, and the glasses were a plus, glasses are ALWAYS a plus. I looked her up and down, arching an eyebrow, before she spoke out to me.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"You could at least ask my name first there handsome… maybe even get dressed, actually I don’t really mind the naked part. That’s a plus in my book!"

She winks at me, crossing her arms across her gigantic chest as I look down. Shit, I literally forgot I was naked, I should get dressed… wait a second, who the fuck are all of these people and why are they in my locker room? I look back up at her face, because obviously my attention was still stuck on the knockers. I raise an eyebrow, nodding my head and placing my right hand at the top of my towel… just in case.

| Andrew Watts |
”Umm, who exactly are you? And why are you nearly breaking my door down?"

I stare at her with a questioned look, still feeling a bit defensive… I mean, who wouldn’t in this situation right? What if she raped me or something, I’m a good looking guy and nearly naked, I’d rape me if I was her. She rubbed her thumb against the edge of her bottom lip, a confident smirk on her face as she replied to me.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Mr. Watts, you should know who I am by now… I’m disappointed! I’m here to interview you, you really don’t know me?”

There is a slight pause, I give her a blank state, opening my eyes wide as I shake my head slowly. Who the fuck is this? I’ve never seen any of her pornos, if that’s what she is referring to… is she a porn star? I’m so lost.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Ms. Rocky Mountains?”

Who? I’m still lost, but that is definitely a porn star name. I guess I should just go along with it and pretend I know her. I nod my head, sporting a fake smile and pretending to act a bit excited… kind of.

| Andrew Watts |
”Yes! Yes now I remember! Wow, I love your movies… I really do, it just took a second to register there! You’re great at what you do, you really a..."

She cut me off before I could finish, a sound of confusion in her tone.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Movies? What movies? Are we calling my interviews movies now?”

Interviews? What the fuck is she talking about, oh shit… it finally hit me. Well, she definitely isn’t a porn star, so we can scratch that off.

| Andrew Watts |
”Interviews, right… I guess I mixed your job up with… that other girl."

I was starting to get lost in my own confusion, and just making it more and more awkward. What the fuck was I even doing?

| Andrew Watts |
”What the hell is even going on here? Can we cut to the chase, why are you here? What do you want?"

I should have said that 2 minutes ago… the rocky mountains were growing by the second, I swear they are bigger now than they were when she first walked in, at least by one cup size. I looked back up at her face, she placed her hands on her hips, tilting her right leg a bit as she replied to me.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"I think it’s quite obvious Andrew. I am here to interview you, and whether you like it or not, it’s happening… naked or clothed, I don’t really care, but it’s going to happen, and right now.”

A confident glare in her eyes as she stared at me. I guess I was doing my first naked SCW interview, because I was in no mood to change. Luckily I haven’t popped a boner yet, considering how much I’ve been staring at the mountains on her chest, that wouldn’t be too good, considering the slit of the towel is… well, right where my boner would pop. I run my hand back through my damp hair, nodding my head as I stare her in the eyes for a couple of seconds, and then reply.

| Andrew Watts |
”Alright, yeah… let’s do this. Go for it Ms. Grand Canyons..."

Wow, I really love myself sometimes. I smirk, and she sort of just seems to play along with me calling her by a different name, clearly she takes pride in her tits. She nods her head as she begins asking away. Fuck my life, here we go…

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Well, you came into SCW with quite an amount of hype, and you seemed to do a good job at backing it up in your match with Hydro at Climax Control 99. That was a hard fought match, and many people have said you only won because he was distracted, what are your thoughts on this?”

Ha! I chuckle at her last sentence, only won because he was distracted? Please. I shake my head, a smirk on my face as I look straight ahead into her eyes and respond.

| Andrew Watts |
”Ha… ha… ha! That is interesting, who has said that? Because nobody has mentioned that to me, must be chatter that is going around behind my back I guess. You see it’s not my fault that Hydro is an inexperienced idiot who doesn’t know how to keep his attention on his opponent during a match. Maybe if he wasn’t so busy checking out dudes that walked around at ringside, he would have actually stood a chance… wait, what am I saying, this dude never stood a chance. Talk about a joke, whats even worse? He has to go up against Gavin this week, just 2 weeks after I beat the living shit out of him. Talk about some bad luck, that poor boy is going to start his career here with 2 straight losses, a Highlight, and now a Vision Quest. Those are 2 of the most vicious moves someone can encounter, they are match enders every time, and little idiot Hydro has to experience them in back to back matches. This kid is shit out of luck… and never, ever say that the only reason I won is because he was distracted. Distracted or not, that piece of shit had no chance in the ring with me, I know that...and he knows that."

There is a slight pause as I finish my sentence and she thinks of her next question I stand there somewhat patiently as she asks the next question.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"I see, I see. Well since we are on the topic, the Players Club really seems to have it out for Gavin Stephens, Alex Kaelin, and yourself. What are the issues here? What has gone on previously that has caused all of this hatred?”

I shrug my shoulders, because honestly? I barely even knew of these guys before signing my contract here.

| Andrew Watts |
”Honestly I don’t have any beef with them. I just beat Hydro because I was set up to face him in my match, and then it just so happened that Kaelin and Gavin went against the other two on the same night. I personally have no beef with them, our paths have never crossed, I’ve seen them in a few other places, but never had a match with either of them, nor an encounter with either of them. They do however seem to have some kind of… obsession? Or something along those lines with me, I am not sure why… I guess it’s one of those I’m jealous of your success and my failure things or something. So to answer your question nice and simple, no… there is no history there, other than the man crushes the three of them seem to have on me.”

She nods her head, and is quick to ask her next question. I take a deep breath as I listen.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"What about Wallace Jordan? You came out and interrupted him at Climax Control 100, what was the deal with that? You seemed to not like him very much, at all.”

I smirk, shrugging a shoulder, my focus still straight ahead at her eyes. I answer her question with a tone of confidence.

| Andrew Watts |
”Wallace Jordan; I really don’t know what the deal was with that to be honest. I mean, I was bored, he was boring… it seemed like a good idea, don’t you think? The staff decided not to book me at their so called biggest show, so I figured I would go out there and make some kind of appearance, and Wallace seemed like the best opportunity at the time, so I went for it… I think it worked out well. Rumor has it, Wallace is watching his back, looking over his shoulder, and crying himself to sleep every night. Don’t worry Wallace, I’m not going to jump you, or am I? But when I do, I’ll do it in the ring though Wallace, not while you sit there in your little barn, naked in your cowboy hat, jerking off to all of your horses. Because trust me, that is not a sight that I want to see, nor does anybody else in this world. You keep your fetishes to yourself you sick fuck, and when the time comes, and I get my hands on you, it won’t be pretty. The bad part for you? You have no idea when that time is going to be…”

I nod my head with a slight chuckle. I look down, wow, I forgot I was naked again. I take a look at her great tits and then move my attention back up to her eyes as she smiles a bit, asking her next question.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Alright, well now you seem to find yourself in a new task this week! Not only are you up higher on the card, but you have a tough opponent in Drexel Matheson! He is quite the hardcore wrestler, and he proved that in his match against Lord Raab at Climax Control 99, he showed just how brutal he can be. How do you think you will matchup against Drexel in your match?”

I nod my head, grabbing a hold of my towel, making sure it is still tight, don’t want anybody getting a free show. I mean, Ms. Tits over here can have one, but not when the cameras are rolling. I give her a confident smirk, Drexel Matheson, hardcore? Who gives a shit. I place a hand on my hip as I reply.

| Andrew Watts |
”A new task? You make it sound like it is some sort of live event or something. It’s just another match, just another opponent, and just another win for me. This poor guy thinks he stands a chance, he thinks he might have a choice of deciding the outcome, the poor idiot doesn’t realize the only choice he has is which direction the Highlight is going to come from when it hits him. As far as him and his debut match, yeah I watched it, yeah I did some research on it. Lord Raab, that was his opponent right? He is facing my boy Alex Kaelin this week, so I guess there is another guy who is taking two straight losses to start his career here in SCW, poor guy, another Hydro. Kaelin is going to murder that guy, if he thinks Matheson was a tough opponent, he has no idea what he is up for next. Kaelin is one of the most impressive superstars I have ever seen in a wrestling ring, and Lord Raab is about to find that out first hand. Now, back to Matheson, Drexel Matheson! You say this guy is a hardcore master or something? I heard he really wants that Roulette Championship because it is right up his alley? He likes pain, blood, and breaking people? That’s cute, I think his place should be in a mental facility if that is the case, not a wrestling ring… pretty sure that this guy has the mind of a criminal if you ask me, I don’t even think he is a stable person to be in the ring with. However if I was normal myself, I would feel threatened getting into the ring with him, but I don’t… because when I step into that ring, nothing phases me, even the sick mind of an idiot like Drexel. I’ve proven to be unstoppable, no matter who the opponent, and I will continue to prove that. This week it will be Drexel Matheson, last time it was Hydro, next match it will be someone else, and then someone else, and then someone else. The pattern in my career continues, and it seems to never change, I won’t let it change, I won’t tolerate for it to change. The only thing I accept is winning, because that is what makes this what it is, that is what makes me who I am and it is what has made my legacy what it has become. Drexel Matheson knows what he is getting himself into, and no matter how hardcore, crazy, or good in the ring he thinks he is… he knows that he stands no chance with Andrew Watts. Oh, and you said he excels in hardcore matches? He loves using weapons and all of that good shit? Well last time I checked, it was a singles match, typical rules. He can feel free to use a weapon on me if he wishes, because that will be the very thing that ends this match. No weapons here, unless he plans on losing by disqualification. Matheson, this isn’t your yard, it’s not your ball game, it’s not hardcore… this is my territory, my game, the ball is on my side of the court… and that is exactly where it will stay, buddy.”

I take a break, catching my breath a bit after that long conversation between myself and… well, myself, or the cameras I guess. I let my arms fall to my side as Tits McGee looks forward at me, asking her next question… and here I thought it was over. I take a deep breath, and she talks away.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Wow, that was… a lot, intense. You seem very confident Andrew, however Drexel Matheson REALLY looked impressive in his debut, he looked violent, vicious, and when he talks he looks and sounds very confident and determined. Don’t you have at least a little bit of worry going into the match with a competitor of such confidence, and his caliber?”

I shake my head, giving her a small chuckle. Did she not just hear anything I said? I guess not. I arch an eyebrow as I reply to her repetitive question.

| Andrew Watts |
”I thought I just answered this? At least I feel like I did, I guess I can give it another go though… why not? So you say he was impressive in his debut? Yes, he was, I will give him that. But did you catch my debut? That is impressive, if you want to talk about looking impressive, watch my debut match, watch my next match, watch the match after that, and after that. Watch everything you can on Andrew Watts and you will realize that I am the fucking decision of impressive, anyone who thinks otherwise needs to get their eyes checked. Like I just said, he could have looked violent, he could have looked vicious, he could have looked like fucking Michael Myers… but none of that matters! This isn’t his style of  match, this isn’t his ball game, this isn’t Friday the 13th or Halloween. This is SCW, this is my ring, this is a singles match, and this is where Drexel will come face to face with the facts, and the realization that he is just another guy, who thinks he can be the best… until they face the best, and we all know who the best is. I am not afraid of his caliber, I am not afraid of anyone’s caliber. I have seen guys like him before, they think they are so tough, so scary… and then they are backed into a corner and they can’t back up all of their talk. They can’t prove themselves right and it ends up being their own self destruct. Drexel, all you have is your random, stupid quotes from history. I mean you can’t even come up with your own shit to say, you have to find shit that other people have said hundreds of years ago, and quote them, just to make yourself sound smart. Why? Because you don’t know shit, you don’t have shit… and you are nothing but… well, shit. Your quotes aren’t going to save you, your history fetish isn’t going to help you, and your hardcore-ness isn’t going to stand a chance against a REAL superstar like myself. The clock is ticking Drexel, and when the time comes, you won’t be anything… but another one of my Highlights.”

I stop talking, I am getting really bored of this interview and all I could think about was what those tits looked like, bare and naked. I tried to behave myself, staring straight at the knockers. She cleared her throat, nodding her head as I look back up into her eyes. She flashed me a smile and ran her hand back across her hair, pulling some back behind her ear as she asked another question.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"You seem like a man who is confident in what he does, and knows what he wants. So what do you want Andrew? What are your plans exactly? Why don’t you fill me in on what exactly the outlook is here for you…”

My mind goes straight to the gutter, I smirk confidently and without thinking… I reply with my dick, not my brain.

| Andrew Watts |
”What do I want? Well I definitely know I want to stuff my face in between those wam bam shabams, and then of course, I’d love to stuff my…”

I realize what I am saying, snapping out of it and cutting myself off. my eyes shoot open like a whore’s legs as I stare straight at Ms.Gigantics. She stares back, she seems a bit surprised, but not offended. She shakes her head, giving me a slight chuckle, and follows it up with a cute smile. She makes herself a bit more clear, but throws in a slight flirt as well.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Lets save that conversation for when the cameras go off, shall we?”

She winks at me, pulling down on her shirt a bit, oh boy… I think I love her. My eyes go back to her face, and then her tits, and then her face… I am lost against.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Now, as for your plans, what are your plans for your career here in SCW... not for your penis.”

She gives me a cocky grin as she places her hand on her hip, arching an eyebrow and staring back at me. I nod my head as I let out a light chuckle as well. She had a decent personality, unlike most people. Not bad, not bad at all. I run my hand against the bottom of my chin, clearing my throat as I answer her question… correctly this time.

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah, whoops… my plans for SCW, my plans for SCW, what about those. Hmm, well Ms… Ms. Interviewer, I think that asking me about my plans for SCW is sort of like asking for spoilers about your favorite TV show, it’s not exactly fair, now is it? I mean it’s obvious what I came here for, and that is to build on to my legacy. So what do I want? I want success, what does everybody want? Success, we all want the same thing. We all are in the same business and have basically the same goals. We want the gold, we want the wins, we want the history, and we want to be the show stealer, the spotlight, the highlight, all of the good stuff. However there is a big difference between wanting it, and having it… and that difference is me. I will show everyone how big of a difference that is when I step into the ring with Drexel Matheson. I will show you all why he won't do shit here… he can have his little Roulette Championship that he wants so bad. Because while he is the second tier Champion, I’ll be at the top of SCW, holding the SCW World Championship, and there won’t be anything Drexel, or anyone else can do about it. Because it is already set in stone. That title has my name on it, that title belongs to one person and one person only. That title is property of Andrew Watts. You may all think I am crazy, all talk, and all hype...but soon enough you all will see… and that is a damn promise!”

My voice gets more and more confident as I talk, a bit higher in tone as well. Ms. Whoopee Cushions stares at me with a smile on her face, she seems quite impressed if you ask me. I guess my words are that convincing. She clears her throat, running her hand back through her hair, her tits still literally popping out… it boggles my mind how her shirt hasn’t ripped open yet. She replies, finally, no more questions. About damn time.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Well, thank you Andrew. I have to say, that was one of the better interviews I have had in a while. I look forward to working with you again, hopefully very soon? And very often, especially if every interview is this good. Oh and by the way, good choice… by that I mean, staying naked during the interview, I think it worked out better that way.”

She winks at me again as she snaps her fingers at the camera men. The cameras finally stop rolling as I finally get to relax. That took much longer than expected.

| Ms. Rocky Mountains |
"Well, thank you again Andrew. I guess I’ll see you around? You go get dressed, you’ve already turned on one woman… no need to go around teasing us all.”

I smirk,nodding my head as I grip the top of my towel.

| Andrew Watts |
”I guess I have that effect now don’t I? Well, you have a good day, thanks for the show… here is yours…”

With that said, I smirk confidently and pull my towel off, letting it drop to the floor. Showing off… well, completely everything. Ms. Big Bad Wolves gasps, a slight smirk as she throws her hand over her mouth. I wink at her, turning my backside to her, as I grab my bag and head towards the bathroom to get dressed. Have to give her a show considering she gave me one right? I mean those tits are a real present, Christmas came early for me… well, and for her. I smirk confidently to myself, pushing the door shut behind me as I dig into my bad. Another wonderful day in the life of… me. I fucking love it, I really do.

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| December 7, 2014 |


”Tonight I step into the ring with Drexel Matheson. Mr. Hardcore himself, or whatever the hell he thinks he is. My confidence is at a sky high, there is nothing that is holding me back, and I have been feeling amazing all FUCKING week. I can not wait to get into that right. Drexel has no idea what is coming to him. If only he knew wha…”

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| Journal Entry |

”We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?. That is a quote I have always loved. Mainly because I am brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented, and of course fabulous. Even though that last word sounds a tad bit feminine, I still believe in it. Every time I hear that quote it makes me nod my head, and thank God for blessing me with such wonderful assets. Especially when I take a look around me at the world and see the horrors of some other people. It is truly sad how ugly, boring, fat, out of shape, and pathetic some of these people can really be. It almost makes me feel bad for them, but then I realize… I don’t give a fuck about them. Who are they to me? Exactly, nobody. But who am I to them? Psht, everybody… I am something, and they hate it, but as much as they hate it they also love it. They look up to me, they idolize me, and shit… some of them even wish that they were me. Who could blame them though? I don’t, fucking if I wasn’t me I would sure as hell want to be me. That is a fact, so I write it down.”

”It’s been a while since I have wrote anything in here, but the time seems right. I guess being away from the ring also means being away from the journal, but being back in the ring… or at least close to being back in the ring, must mean being back in the journal as well. Ahh, I missed this… being able to write about what was on my minds, writing about stuff I couldn’t say out loud, but could say to you. I guess writing in here is my way of escaping and man… I missed this. I missed all of it, writing in here, getting ready to get back into the ring, training, throwing people around, winning matches, winning championships. Now maybe I am getting a bit ahead of myself here but, then again maybe I am not. I’ve made it a point in my career that I am a big time player, and never has anyone thought otherwise… including myself.”

“I guess some people don’t see the point in writing in journals. I was always one of those people, honestly I thought it was stupid, and pointless. But now I have a completely different view on it. I think it is an amazing idea, something that anyone and everyone can and should do. I get lost in my writing sometimes and it really makes me realize who I am deep down inside… it helps me find me, find myself, and not give a fuck about what anyone else thinks. That is one thing I have always been good at, not giving a fuck… it’s a hard trait to take on it really is. But once you have it down and cleared, it is a fucking lethal trait.”

“Sometimes I go back and read my journal entries and I think to myself, what the fuck is this? I mean, it all makes sense to me, but if someone else were to go through it and read it, they’d honestly be completely lost. I guess that’s why they call them personal journals, because they are for your eyes and your eyes only. In this case, that means my eyes. I don’t think anyone would really get any of my writings anyways, nobody really gets me anyways… at least not anyone I know, with the exception of one person… but that person is no longer in my life, so it’s not like she… or it matters.”

“This Sunday I step back into the ring, it’s been a few short months… but I don’t believe I have lost a touch. I have been hitting the gym every day, sometimes twice a day and I am honestly in as good a shape as I have ever been in my life. I can’t wait to get in there and fucking do what I do best. Lose myself, but not in my writing this time… losing myself in the ring is a whole different story. When I step in there, I forget about everything else, and all I can think about is that moment… and where that moment will take me. It’s the best feeling in the world, and unless you have experienced it yourself, it is unexplainable. It’s why I do this, it’s why I love this, it’s who I am… I become one with the ring, the ring is me.”


Scene One | Off Camera
| Bienvenidos a Miami |


I exhaled, it felt amazing to be back in Florida. The weather in Cleveland just wasn’t doing it for me, I prefer the Miami sun over the Cleveland snow right now. My flight landed a few hours ago and I after heading to relax a bit at my beach condo in Miami, I decided to head out and check out what was new since the last time I flew down here. I loved the nightlife in this city, it never got old. But there was one thing that I loved more than that, and that is my bike. My 2011 Harley Davidson VRSCDX Night Rod Special, something I would greatly consider as the love of my life, something that would never see the crappy roads of Cleveland. When I was on this thing, everything else phased out, I could forget every problem or thought going on in my life, and just drive with a free and clear mind. Nothing felt better, and I mean nothing. I twisted the clutch, stepping down into first gear and I took off from the street light just as it turned green. Clutching again as I stepped up into second gear and continued to ride, hitting the throttle as the gorgeous breeze kept  me nice and cool while I rode. The moon was gorgeous, the sky full of stars, the strip full of neon lights, people, loud music, chattering, and the usual craziness of the city.I hit another red light as I came to a stop, my feet hitting the ground as I balanced myself on the bike while waiting for the light to hit green again. I looked to my right,

E11EVEN MIAMI - OPEN 24/7

This club looked new, it surely wasn’t here a few months ago when I took a ride down this street, but it looked impressive and it sure as hell looked busy. The light turned green and I figured to take a look, why not right? I turned right as I drove past the nightclub, interesting name, interesting look. I pulled into a nearby parking garage and found a quick spot. A car pulled out of one of the first rows and I quickly claimed it’s spot before anyone else could. I let my feet hit the ground once more as I turned off my bike, the engine slowly calming out. I ran my hand through my hair, exhaling as I pushed myself up off of my bike, hitting my kickstand and taking off my black leather gloves and pushing them into the back right pocket of my faded blue boot cut Diesel jeans. I sigh as I begin to walk towards the exit of the parking garage, making my way out onto the sidewalk as I continue towards the club. I walk past a few people, the sidewalk pretty crowded with all sorts of people, all ages, all races. I finally approach the club, noticing a long line, I’m not exactly one to wait in line. I walk past the line and just as I am about to head in for the door, I am cut off by one of the door security crew. He stood a few inches from me, blocking my way with his bulky, roided out frame.

| Door Security |
"Woah, what do you think you’re....?"

I shook my head and before he could finish his sentence I place a roll of cash into his right hand, closing it tight and cocking my head at him... He looks down, unrolling the money and then looking back up at me, I give him a smirk.

| Andrew Watts |
"We good?"

The roided out doorman nodded his head, his balloon like arms falling to his side… I swear if I had a needle with my I could give them one poke and they would explode into confetti or something.

| Door Security |
"Oh yeah brotha, we good… come on in."

I nod my head as he places the money into his back pocket and lets me walk right by him. I’d rather spend some extra money to get a speed pass rather than wait in line for half of the night. I enter the club and instantly the music begins pounding, “Blame” by Calvin Harris featuring John Newman Motion blasting throughout every speaker in the club, 30 minutes of this and anyone would have a migraine headache. I looked around and the club was packed; the dance floor was insane, the VIP sections crowded with big players, the bartenders running around like animals trying to serve people. This place must be a pretty big hit down here, that or I just picked the night to check it out.

| Andrew Watts |
"What the fuck am I even doing here?"

I thought to myself as I walk through the club a bit more. I came out for a ride on the bike and I end up alone in a club, go figure. Although I actually am not the type to go out on my own, at least not to a place like this. I shrugged my shoulders, unbuttoning one of the buttons of my white fitted French Connection UK dress shirt, the center of my chest popping out a bit more than the average guys. So I am a show off, at least I acknowledge it… can you blame me? I made my way towards a bar in the corner of the room that I notice is pretty empty. As I leaned up against the armrest, my forearms pressing against it.  I scoped down the bar out; not too many people seated or ordering at this spot, two bartenders, and a wide variety of bottles spread across the back bar.

| Bartender |
"Hey, what can I get you?"

A cute, busty blonde approached me as she leaned over the bar, showing off her double D tits and sharing a fake smile with me. I took a quick look at the pornstar looking hottie as I poked my tongue against the inside of my cheek, thinking for a second before replying.

| Andrew Watts |
"I’ll have a Corona, and two shots of Jack."

She nodded her head, not saying anything as she turned around, pushing open a cooler, pulling out a bottle of Corona and popping the cap off with a silver bottle opener that she popped out of her back pocket. She placed a lime into the top of the bottle, half of it still sticking out as she placed it down on the bar in front of me, and then turned her back to me while she poured the two shots. I pressed the lime into my beer, as it hit the bottom and then began to float back up, along with some foam. I took a quick sip of the beer; refreshingly cold, perfect for the weather in Miami.  I placed it back down on the bar, and the bartender turned around and placed two plastic shot cups in front of me, about halfway full of Jack Daniel’s whiskey. She looked up at me with a half fake smile, showing off her gorgeous white teeth.

| Bartender |
"Twenty Six."

I nodded my head, Miami was definitely more expensive than Cleveland… that’s one thing that was nice about the hometown, the prices. I reached into my back pocket, pulling out two crisp twenty dollar bills and handing it to the bartender.

| Andrew Watts |
”Keep the change."

She nodded her head and gave me a real smile this time as she turned around and I grabbed the two shots in one hand and my beer with the other. I looked around, seeing if anything caught my eye… and by that I obviously mean a female. Nothing too exciting yet, at least nothing that has excited me yet. I take another sip of my beer, standing there for a few seconds as I continue to scope out the club. Nothing interesting seems to be going on here, a few seconds pass and I feel someone tap me on the back of my shoulder. I turn around and standing about a foot away from me is the bartender, uh oh… what did I do this time? I smirk as I stare at her. She is a cute one; a pair of white jean shorts, and a black tanktop that definitely shows off her cleavage quite well… it’s obvious she takes pride in her tits.

| Bartender |
"Hey thanks for the nice tip, I appreciate it."

I cock an eyebrow as she speaks and when she finishes, I follow it up with a nod.

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah, no problem..."

I stare down at her as she looks up at my, leaning in closer, and talking over the loud music.

| Bartender |
"So you saving that other shot for someone or are you going to give it to me?"

”The shot isn’t the only thing I want to give to you,” I think to myself with a smirk. She places a hand on her hip, smirking as I hand her one of the plastic cups. She clicked it against the cup in my hand and we both emptied the cups into our mouths, downing the whiskey. She smiled, grabbing my cup from me and placing it into hers, tossing the cups onto a nearby high top table. She looked forward at me as I took a sip from my beer.

| Bartender |
"My shift actually just ended, and I’ve been watching you since you walked up to my bar, you don’t really look that interested in this place… want to give me a ride home?"

I smirked, either this was way too easy, or she really just wanted a ride home, or both. I shrugged a shoulder, taking a sip of my beer and then placing the half empty bottle down on the same table that she had just placed the empty cups on.

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah, I’m not exactly into this place to be honest. Your place sounds a bit nicer..."

She arched an eyebrow, shaking her head.

| Bartender |
"I said you could give me a ride home, I never invited you in."

She rolled her eyes and then let out a light chuckle as she dug her fist into my gut.

| Bartender |
"Come on, let’s get out of here."

She cocked her head to the right as she began to walk in that same direction. I followed her, staring down at her ass, it was round and definitely knew how to fit into those jean shorts. Her legs were pretty tan, not too dark, but a nice tone. I checked her out for a bit more, as we made our way out of the club, the pounding of the music finally coming to an end as the club doors slammed shut behind us. She brought me out some side exit, much quicker than the one I came in through, not crowded at all. We walked out onto the sidewalk as she turned around and looked up at me.

| Bartender |
"So um, where is your car?"

I smirk, pausing for a second before answering her question.

| Andrew Watts |
”I never said I had a car..."

She looked up at me with a questioned look on her face as I chuckled lightly before continuing.

| Andrew Watts |
”Hopefully you like riding? Like on a Harley."

She crossed her arms across her impressive sized chest as she continued to look up at me, a half smile on her face as she replied with a smart assy attitude.

| Bartender |
"Depends, you a good driver?"

I shake my head as I look up towards the sky and speak sarcastically.

| Andrew Watts |
”Horrible driver..."

I look back down at her, raising my eyebrows as my tone returns back to normal.

| Andrew Watts |
”Yes, I’m a great driver. You’ll be perfectly safe, and you’ll love the ride."

”Both rides,” I think to myself, giving her a confident smirk.

| Bartender |
"Hmm, prove it then… let’s go."

I nod my head and I begin to walk, putting my arm against her lower back as I guide her along with me for a few seconds. I return my hand to my side as we continue to walk towards the nearby parking garage, she brings up the whole name conversation… and here I was hoping she would just continue on without any questions. But of course she had to start getting personal, typical woman.

| Bartender |
"So what’s your name?"

I smirk, placing my hands in my pockets as I continue walking alongside her.

| Andrew Watts |
”Andrew… Andrew Watts."

She nods her head, looking towards me as she walks.

| Bartender |
"You say that like you’re some kind of big shot or something… Mr. James Bond over here."

I chuckle at her comment, me a big shot? Eh, maybe…

| Andrew Watts |
”Well if you call a professional wrestler a big shot, then I guess yeah… I am."

She nods her head, biting her bottom lip before continuing.

| Bartender |
"Professional wrestler eh? Well I guess that explains that super body of yours..."

| Andrew Watts |
”I like the gym, not every professional wrestler is this fit."

| Bartender |
"Don’t get too big of an ego there, I’ve seen better."

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah but, this is all natural… most guys have shot something into their veins in order to get a body remotely close to this. Afraid to put in a little bit of hard work in at the gym."

We approach my bike as I make a stop, she looks at the bike and then turns back to look at me, she runs her hand across my chest as I smirk, flexing while she takes a step closer into me.

| Bartender |
"All natural eh? I guess that might be a liiiiittle bit impressive."

She speaks seductively as she drags her word. I smirk, nodding my head, I look down at her face, and then a bit further down from her face as well, time for me to make my smart comment of the night.

| Andrew Watts |
”So what about you? All natural?"

I smirk confidently as I look back up at her face, obviously talking about her huge boobs. She shakes her head, giving me the “jaw drop” look as she playfully smacks her hand against my shoulder and replies high pitch.

| Bartender |
"Yes! Pervert! Very natural thank you very much."

I laugh as I nod my head, if those are natural… I have to see them. I keep that thought to myself, almost losing myself in my thought for a second before snapping back to reality. She leans in towards me a bit more as I run my hands around her lower waist, placing them on the edge of her lower back. I am starting to like where this one is going.

| Andrew Watts |
”Natural huh? Now THAT is impressive."

| Bartender |
"You’re an asshole Mr. Andrew."

But before she can finish her little insult, she found her lips meeting mine. And after just a few seconds of our tongues tying the knot, I find my hands reaching lower, grabbing a handful of her ass, as I pulled her in closer to me and our kiss became even more aggressive, it was hot if you asked me. Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds, biting at each other’s lips for a while before she pushed herself off of me, smiling as she ran her fingers across her lips. She laughed slightly and then looked back up at me.

| Bartender |
"You never asked my name..."

She turned her back to me as she ran her fingers across my bike, I walked up behind her, placing my arms around her waist, locking my hands just above her waistline as I placed my chin a bit above her shoulder.

| Andrew Watts |
”I know… so, what’s your name?"

She didn’t respond right away, placing her right hand on mine, and looking back at me.

| Christina |
"Christina… with a C-H."

I smirk, isn’t that how most people spell it anyway?

| Andrew Watts |
”Well nice to meet you, Christina... with a C-H."

I smirked as I pushed my lips against hers again, her back pushing against my chest and her ass pushed back against me. I slowly inserted my hand into her shirt and made my way up onto her bra, grabbing and squeezing a feel… she was right, they were definitely all natural. She pulled her lips off of mine, placing her hand over her shirt and grabbing my hand which was still under her shirt, yelling out...

| Christina |
"HEY! We are in a parking garage… public place, and I barely know you."

| Andrew Watts |
”Afraid of a little publicity? Come on, it’s fun. You’ve never done it in public?"

| Christina |
"My self respect is a little bit too high to let you fuck me in a parking garage..."

She pauses for a second, pulling my hand out of her shirt as she turns around and faces me, she smirks confidently, throwing her arm up and around my neck as she looks up into my eyes.

| Christina |
"If you want it in public at least make it more romantic… like, I don’t mind having to wash some sand off of me afterwards..."

I arch an eyebrow as I run my hand up and down her back a couple of times.

| Andrew Watts |
”I have a condo right on the beach, if that’s really what you want."

| Christina |
"Don’t ask questions, I’m in the mood… you don’t want to ruin that, just take me there and well…”

She pauses for a second, looking up at me with a clever smile.

| Christina |
"Wrestle me.”

She winks at me, running her hand down my chest, to my stomach and grabbing me by the front of my jeans, leaning back into my bike and pulling me towards her. I smirk as I push her back lightly towards my bike, she lets go of me and I throw my leg up over my bike, to the other side. She hops on behind me, throwing her arms around my waist, pulling herself close to me as I rev the throttle a few times. She runs her hands up and down my thighs as I let the bike engine warm up for a second… well, I guess this was a success. For me at least, I just hope she’s as good as she looks. All I could think is how much I love my life sometimes, I smirk as I take off, and the rest of the night... it’s history, sexy history.


Scene Two | Off Camera
| Sin City Shit Show |


What to do what to do? I wander around in the backstage area, not really sure what to get myself into. I haven’t really met anyone around here and I am not too familiar with the facilities just yet. I sigh, my hands at my side as I look around at a few random backstage workers and helpers. I grab a cup of nearby coffee from a table with beverages, a woman standing behind the table, pouring cups and handing them out. I nod at her as I take a sip of it, not warm enough. I spit the coffee back into the cup as  I place it back on the table with the other cups of coffee, getting an awkward stare, followed by a slight gasp from the woman standing behind the coffee table.

| Andrew Watts |
"What the hell is your problem?"

She doesn’t respond, I shake my head as I begin to walk away from the table. I walk by a few more random people, nobody really catching my interest. I walk around the corner as I notice someone just a few feet away from be, bending over and looking into some papers or something. I check her out for a few seconds, the body looks great, at least from behind. Possibly a bit too tall for my liking, but wow did that ass make up for it. I take a few steps closer as I smirk, leaning against a nearby wall before I clear my throat and begin to speak.

| Andrew Watts |
"Need some help there, sweetheart?"

I smirk as she stands up, her back still facing me. The soft breath, reminiscent of a giggle, lets me know that she’s smiling, even though I can’t see it.  Her blonde hair falls down her back in tight curls as she adjusts her cream colored top, trying to hide the very visible tramp stamp, even though it is clear she isn’t ashamed.  She brushes a few strands of hair behind her ear, and her fascination with tacky jewelry becomes apparent to me.  After a few seconds, she turns around, and her doe like eyes are rather piercing.  She’s a bit heavy on the make up, but that smile seems to make up for it, until…

| Holly Wood |
"Well I could think of one… or two… or three… things you could help me with, sexy."

Her voice… her voice instantly pierces into my brain. Wait a second… what the… I rub my thumb and pointer finger into my eyes as I take a step back. I take a better look at her… at it… at… wow, all I can think about is how confused I am right now. I stare from head to toe, and I sort of start to realize something, I take a deep breath, my eyes opening wide as I stare back at this thing standing a few feet from me.

| Andrew Watts |
"Whoa, shit… sorry! Um, you… I… are you a…? What the… dude, wait.. "

I can’t exactly find the right words as I continue to slur through random words, literally finding myself at a loss for words as I continue to stare forward nearly in disbelief. She… or he… just stares back at me, and the silence makes it about ten times as awkward.  There is a hint of anger in her fiery eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.  Boy, this dude really is convincing, even if that Adam’s Apple is about as obvious as they come.

| Holly Wood |
"First off, it is Holly Wood, and second… off!  Mz. Wood,  but only if you nasty!  So, unless you want to get nasty… which I wouldn’t mind… then Holly will be fine.  No he/she/what comments, kay?"

I arch an eyebrow, what the fuck is going on here? I eye her… or him up and down one more time, still trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I shake my head as I reply to her.

| Andrew Watts |
"So hold up, what exactly are you?"

I ask with a questioned look on my face, running my hand against the side of my head, wondering what this person does here in SCW. I take another deep breath as I stare forward at Holly Wood. She looks up at me again, removing her arms from her chest, and putting them on her hips.

| Holly Wood |
"What… am I?  I am fabulous.  I am drop dead gorgeous.  I am Holly Wood.  I’m lots of things.  Oh, and I’m an SCW referee and backstage interviewer."

I nod my head, still lost in all of this… I get the fact that she is heavily involved with SCW, but I still feel a bit lost.

| Andrew Watts |
"I see, kind of...but wait, no I don’t. I still don’t get it! What exactly is all of this?"

| Holly Wood |
"What is all of huh? I’m confused..."

He/She is confused? Damn right he/she is… I let out a slight chuckle, placing my hands on my hips as I nod my head and reply.

| Andrew Watts |
"You...confused? Yes, that you definitely are..."

I say with a smirk, hopefully not offending her, at least not too much… oh, like I even care. I laugh to myself as I lean against a nearby wall. If looks could kill, I would be in some deep shit right now, but it would have been worth it.

| Holly Wood |
"And apparently you are as well, what with that pup tent you got going on there, Mr. Watts..."

What? I look down, I don’t have a pup tent what is she smoking? I shake my head, I think to myself how disgusting this is, how horrible this is, how… right down my alley this could be… I thrived on moments like this, getting a chance to make pranks, jokes, or anything possible to make the situation even worse. So I decide to go ahead and make it even more awkward than it has to be.

| Andrew Watts |
"Hey, I mean… when you see a nice ass you can’t help but..."

I smirk confidently, as I slowly walk around her, staring at her, and making my way behind her, I look down, placing my thumb against my chin as I chuckle a bit. What the fuck was I doing? This was gross but… I had to have fun with it somehow.

| Andrew Watts |
"Who knows, I might just have to bend you over one of these tables one day… sometimes you just get in the mood, and nothing can stop you."

I nearly throw up in my mouth as I say those words, but I play it cool. I chuckle lightly again as I cross my arms over my chest, my confident smirk nearly tattooed on my face.  What surprises me next is when she leans down a little, pushing her backside against my crotch for just the slightest of seconds. All I can think is WHAT THE FUCK?!

| Holly Wood |
"Hey, it’s okay. It don’t make you gay.  Do you know how many straight men have gotten off to the mere image of all this?  If public displays are your thing..."

I stare down at the ass that is literally pushed up against my crotch, I take a step backwards, what the hell is going on. I’ve been in some awkward situations, and this one was way up there at the top of the list. I cover my eyes for a second, and then run my hand back through my hair as I take another step backwards. This one was starting to go a bit too far, I had my fun… but for some weird reason she… or he… or whatever, liked it.

| Andrew Watts |
"Umm, yeah.. you can stop bending over now though. I’m not gay, and what you have in mind may not make me gay either. But this pup tent, or whatever you called it… well it’s staying in it’s tent, and it’s not coming out until there is a nice, pink, wet vagina just inches away from it. Got it girl? Or… boy… or… whatever the hell you are… "

There is an exasperated sigh from Holly as she slowly leans back up to a full standing position.  She turns around and looks at me with disappointment, making my smirk come back to my face.  She looks down at my toned chest, and runs her dark red nails down my stomach, stopping just shy of my belt buckle before pulling away, thankfully.

| Holly Wood |
"I always liked a challenge.  Look, it’s okay if you’re not ready, but until you are… I heard Delia’s throwing her pink cookie at any man who is dating her enemy. Maybe you could hook up with any girl in the locker room, and the French tart would be on you like white on rice."

I nod my head, taking a step back and adjusting my belt buckle, making sure it is tight and secure.

| Andrew Watts |
"I don’t really have a problem with finding the pink… cookie, or whatever you called it. But thanks for the advice. Anyways... umm, it was nice meeting you? I think? I have to go now… I’ll hopefully not see you around..."

| Holly Wood |
"Alright, sexy.  Remember, when you're ready, I’ll be waiting.  Tah tah for now..."

I shake my head, what the hell was that? But there is still one thing that was running through my head… why does this thing have the ass of a female porn star? I begin to walk by her, stopping as I just pass her. I look back at her ass one more time, and… fuck, my hand slaps right against it, squeezing a cheek. I mean, hey I had to see for myself.I quickly retrieve my hand as I continue walking, it definitely felt like a female, but that voice… the voice told me otherwise. I turn the corner, reaching my locker room as I push the door open and flick the light switch on. I shut the door behind me, locking it to be safe.

| Andrew Watts |
"Well that was eventful…"

I say to myself as I grab a pair of shorts off of the leather couch to my right. I need a workout, or a run, or something after that. I pop off my shoes, followed by my belt, as I exhale. I toss the shorts over my shoulder as I unbutton my jeans and let them hit the floor. What the…? I look down at my boxers and it’s as if I was looking at the Eiffel Tower.  Maybe I didn’t need to workout, maybe I needed to find a pink cookie like she was talking about. Next stop? Ladies locker room, either I get my problem down there fixed… or I get scratched, smacked, and kicked out. Either way it’s a win-win, I mean… I do like it rough.


Scene Three | On Camera
| HydroFake |


I smirked, I was feeling crowded with excitement, what could I say? The thought of this match just made me happy. It made my adrenaline run, it made the blood in my veins pump faster than normal(not that I could feel the difference), and it sure as hell put a nice, big, confident smile on my face. Why? Because I hadn't been in a damn match in months, and this was going to be big, for me at least. I couldn't wait to shine in my debut here in Sin City Wrestling, to show everyone what I am made of, what they have been missing out on, and just how bad of an ass kicking someone like me could give a little punk rookie like Hydro. I smirked, this did feel pretty damn good, I missed the fuck out of this. People always had a hard time figuring out if I was the bad guy or the good guy... I think it was mainly because I have always been quite the dick to everyone, but even with that attitude, for some reason the fans loved me, for the most part at least. I guess you could call me the bad guy if you want, but me? I saw myself more as a highlight, a main event, no good guy/bad guy bullshit, I see myself as THEE GUY.

Fuck Yeah…

I walked down the halls of the Sin City Wrestling backstage area, this place really had it going on, they must have put some serious cash into it because I felt like I was in Hollywood somewhere… and no, not the drag queen of SCW Holly Wood, the actual city. I looked to my left, camera crew, I looked to my right, reporters, interviewers, and other backstage personal. They surrounded me, following me, walking beside me as if we were best friends or something. What in the hell did they want? Did they want me on air? That’s about the only thing I could think of, ugh… a promo? Fuck it, I guess it is about time I give the fans of SCW something, right? Why not, I nodded my head, tilting my Armani Exchange sunglasses down as they fall onto my nose and cover my eyes. I snapped my fingers at one of the camera men walking beside me, looking straight ahead as I walked.

| Andrew Watts |
"Fuck it yo, hit the cameras… we are going liiiiive mother fuckers!"

I smirked to myself as I heard the cameraman yell out ”action”, which was followed by a click on his camera and the sound of tape rolling, recording. I guess it was time for me to say something, or just look good on camera. I have always been pretty damn good at doing both of those things, I guess it wouldn’t be so hard of a task, not for me at least. I continued to walk for a few seconds, not saying anything… even though the cameras were going. The crew gave me a few strange looks, but I just returned their looks with cocky smirks and continued to ignore them. I decide when I speak, not some idiot clicking a button on a camera who doesn’t even make six figures. I rolled the sleeves of my faded grey Louis Vuitton shirt up to about my elbows, revealing my Diesel watch on my left hand and a scar on my right forearm. I cleared my throat, taking a few more steps and then finally starting to speak, my attention still in the direction I walk, and not on the cameras.

| Andrew Watts |
"Well I am sure by now all of you SCW and wrestling fans have heard the news. That’s right, Andrew Watts… the Outlaw is officially a part of the SCW roster. Sin City Wrestling; it's a catchy name now isn't it? It definitely caught my eye, I actually... didn't even think twice about signing the contract when I was approached with it. Now I know I don’t need an introduction, you all know exactly who I am… with the exception of fans who may have just recently started watching. I however honestly don’t give two shits if you know who I am or not, because honestly, none of you matter to me. I could care less if you love me, hate me, cheer my name, or wear my merchandise. I am here for one thing and one thing only, and that is success. Something I have thrived on for my whole career, something that never gets old, and something that I will continue to have as I step into that ring week in and week out. The numbers don’t lie, neither do the accomplishments, the championships… it all shows just how successful I have been throughout the years, and that success will only continue to grow more and more."

I look down at my watch as I feel my iPhone 6 vibrate in my right pocket, I ignore it as I continue to walk, my hands at my sides, confident smirk still smacked on my face and my focus still straight ahead.

| Andrew Watts |
"So SCW already went ahead and booked the Outlaw in a match, funny… they booked me against someone who is nowhere near the same talent level as me in the ring. Then again, who is? Hydro… Hydro… Hydro, what the fuck kind of name is that thought? Like are you some sort of water? Do you hydroplane a lot when you drive? Or are you just some big ass pot head who loves the joint so much that they decided to name themselves after it. If any of those are your answer, then you have some serious issues my friend. Although right now your name is the least of your worries, considering you are about to step into the ring with the greatest challenge you will ever face in your life. This Sunday buddy, November 23... Laughlin, Nevada, right here in state of sin, I get to commit many sins as I beat your face bloody in the middle of that ring, make you rethink your career in wrestling, and make you realize that you will never be able to compete at the same level as someone as great as Andrew Watts.”

I look down at the ground for a quick second and then turn my focus back to the direction I walk in. I turn a corner and the camera crew follows me, still to my side and I still pay no attention to them, my sunglasses covering my eyes and my cocky smirk still sported.

| Andrew Watts |
"I did a little research when I found out I would be facing you buddy. Hydro you claim many things; talking yourself up, your amazing run in Combat Entertainment, your career highlights, accomplishments, and so on. Well Hydro, what the hell did you exactly accomplish? No… no, I get it, I’ve seen the list on your so called resume. Combat Entertainment’s first and only Fusion Champion, Combat Entertainment’s World Champion, Combat Entertainment’s Rookie of the Year, and Combat Entertainment’s Most Improved Wrestler. I get it Hydro, I love it actually… I love the success you had in Combat Entertainment, it’s almost unrealistic how successful such a young wrestler like yourself was in the promotion. But then again, maybe it seems unrealistic to me because… well, it is.”

I finally stop walking, turning my attention to the camera and tilting my sunglasses up onto the top of my head, revealing my dark brown eyes as I stare deep into the lens. I nod my head as my tone changes a bit, a tad more aggressive, my smirk turning to a straight face as I continue speaking.

| Andrew Watts |
"What do I mean by saying it is unrealistic? What am I talking about? Well, let’s not forget, I had a small… and I mean VERY small run in Combat Entertainment myself. I think it lasted a whole two weeks, and then I moved on to bigger and better projects. There is a reason I did some research on you Hydro, I went back and did some research to confirm something, and well...let’s just say it was very confirmed. You see Combat Entertainment hosted a Fusion Title tournament, and yes Hydro was a part of it. In the first round Hydro faced SCW's very own Equinox, and Hydro defeated Equinox with some kind of move called the HydroPlane. So Hydro advances in the tournament, advances to the next round where he faced Trishelle Jordan, defeating Trishelle with the same move that he defeated Equinox with. Good for you Hydro, this one put you in the Fusion Championship tournament final!”

I pause for a second, clearing my throat, and then continuing.

| Andrew Watts |
"Now I know you are all wondering why I am recapping Hydro’s history, well that is because I want to make sure everything is clear and accurate. Tournament finale, Hydro going one on one with Alexander Raven in a ladder match to determine the first ever Combat Entertainment Fusion Champion! This is where Hydro makes his mark everyone, this is where Hydro becomes the first and only Fusion Champion of Combat Entertainment, this is where… wait a second. You see guys, this is actually where Combat Entertainment shut it’s doors do to complications that are unknown to the public but as far as the next event went, the one where Hydro was set to face this Raven guy for the Fusion Title… well, that event never happened. Therefore Hydro’s talk about being the first and only Combat Entertainment Fusion Champion? BUUUULLL… SHIT!”

My straight stare turns into a cocky grin as I continue to look straight into the lens of the camera. This dude literally has his wrestling profile posted all over the web, and it is a pack of lies. It looks like someone really wanted to look successful, must be how he got the damn job here in SCW. With his lies. I nod my head with a slight chuckle, taking a short breather before starting up and speaking yet again.

| Andrew Watts |
"It’s kind of sad actually, Combat had a good future, it had great talent, and it had all of the right things… why it didn’t make it is beyond me, but I do know one thing and that is that Combat had a short run. Three events to be exact. And in those three events, the Combat Entertainment World Championship was never crowned to anyone, therefore you can take Hydro’s claim as Combat Entertainment World Champion and wipe that off of his resume as well, along with the first and only Fusion Champion. As far as the Most Improved Wrestler and Rookie of the Year awards that Hydro claims to have won in Combat, maybe they are true… maybe they aren’t, I don’t know. I don’t really care either, but I do know is that it must take some serious improving, and some serious rookie talent to win those awards… especially in a place that literally didn’t even last a month. Hydro, from the looks of things, or at least from your looks of things, you were Mr. Combat Entertainment. But buddy, that’s about as impressive as Liz Smalls’ wrestling skills… and in case you don’t catch what I am saying there, please watch a match of hers, I dare you… and if you can sit through the whole horror of it and watch the entire match, then you have some balls, I give you credit.”

Or you are just a retarded fuck, I think to myself, but choose not to state out loud. I shrug a shoulder, pausing for a few seconds, placing the tips of my thumbs against the pockets of my Diesel jeans as I tilt my head slightly to the right, and continue speaking.

| Andrew Watts |
"You might want to go ahead and rewrite your resume now Hydro, take all of that fake shit off and show your real accomplishments... which is nothing. I think it’s pretty clear that the biggest accomplishment of your wrestling career is the fact that you are actually going to get a chance to step into the ring with one of the great wrestlers of all time, Andrew Watts. Go ahead and mark that down under accomplishments and career highlights buddy. This match is going to be the most important match of your career, a life event that you will never forget, and something that you will get to tell your kids and grandkids about when you get home from your day job at McDonalds, flipping burgers, and pulling nuggets out of the fryers. You look at this match as an opportunity, a chance to prove yourself as something, a chance to make a name for yourself. It is the biggest moment of your career. I wish I could say the same, but let’s be honest buddy… to me, this match is just another easy win that gets added to my gorgeous record.”

I turn around again, and begin to walk, the cameras following me, a confident smirk on my face, my hands falling to my sides again as I continue walking, my focus in that direction. I pause for a few seconds before once again continuing.

| Andrew Watts |
"Paper Champion you are in for one hell of a night, I truly hope that Sin City Wrestling gave you a good medical plan, because you are going to be in need of it after I am finished with your bitch ass. There won’t be enough fake resumes in the world to save you from the beating you are going to receive. You see, accomplishments don’t intimidate me… especially fake accomplishments. Your whole career is basically a bunch of bullshit that you’ve made up to make yourself sound more successful than what you truly are, which is pretty damn sad. I’ve held Championships, I know the struggle to get to them, how hard it is to win the big match, how hard it is to hold on to the gold once it is yours. It’s something I have done many times, and will continue to do so. I get it Hydro, you want to do the same, you want to say you’ve held Championships and make yourself sound like some great wrestler… but you see, that is where we are different. My list of accomplishments has actually happened, I know what it feels like to be at the top, I know what it feels like to hold the gold, and I damn well know what it feels like to have Championships on my resume, Championships slapped over my shoulder, around my waist. You though Hydro, you don’t know shit about what that feels like. And if you continue to be a little bitch and make things up your whole life, you will never be successful in this business. I suggest you grow a sack, fill it with a couple of balls, and go out there and actually do something successful. Because actions speak much louder than words buddy, and all I’ve seen from you is words, a lot of fucking words… and no action. What does that tell you Hydro?”

I pause, stopping again as I turn to face the camera. This was getting a bit boring, I’ve already talked about this match much more than I should have, it’s not like he is some amazing opponent who deserves all of this talk, he’s a nobody who is looking to become a somebody,which he won’t be doing against me. I roll my sleeves back down as I look straight back into the lens, my smirk once again turning to a straight face. I clear my throat right before I start talking once again.

| Andrew Watts |
"Hydro you and me have many differences, and honestly… no similarities. Lets go down the list real quick; I’m great, you’re horrible… I’m good looking, you’re clearly unattractive. I have a perfectly normal name, yours sounds more like a fucking Pokemon card. I’ve actually won many Championships in my career, you just pretend you have and write it on resumes. But the main difference that we have is going to show in our match this Sunday… and that is that I am a winner, and you? You’re the exact opposite. Now maybe you won a few times in Combat Entertainment, maybe that boosted your confidence, gave you an ego that you shouldn’t have. But this isn’t Combat Entertainment buddy, and I am not some random opponent in a Fusion title tournament. This is the wrestling of Sin City, and I am fucking ANDREW WATTS. THE OUTLAW! You stand 0 chance at defeating me and we both know that, everyone in this company knows that, your fat ass mom knows that! And now, all I have to do… is come out there and prove that… oh, and I will. Hydro, get ready… because it’s your time to be…

HIGHLIGHTED”

I smirk as I shove my hand into the camera lens, covering the lens and pushing it backwards, I nod at the cameraman, and he turns the camera off. There was nothing more to be said here, everything I could have possibly had in mind, was stated. Now I needed to get laid, the whole ladies locker room thing didn’t exactly work in my favor. Maybe I could find that unicorn girl somewhere, she seemed pretty interested in meeting me on Twitter the other day. Maybe she can greet me and show me her nice vertical lips. I turn my back to the cameras as I begin to walk away, not really sure what my destination is, but definitely sure of two things… I am getting some pussy, and I am beating the living fuck out of Hydro. Oh baby, I can’t wait for either one of those things...

Climax





   
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Character Building Roleplays / Wandering...
« on: November 15, 2014, 11:24:21 PM »
 
What a show Climax Control was, I had the pleasure of watching it from a fancy ass suite the whole night. I saw some very interesting talent, and some talent that wasn't exactly the greatest. Nonetheless it was a great show, I was pretty excited that I had just signed a contract with Sin City Wrestling... and I am sure they were even happier to have me on their roster.

"What to do now though....?"

I thought to myself as I walked around the backstage area, my hands in the pockets of my jeans, taking a few steps, looking around, checking everything out. I turned a corner, bumping right into someone who wasn't paying attention to where they were walking.

| Andrew Watts |
"Woah, what the... wait a second, what are you doing here?"

When I saw who I bumped into I shook my head. The face was familiar, but why was this person in a Sin City Wrestling arena? I arched an eyebrow, placing my arms on my hips as I stared forward at...


TBC - Mikah

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