Post by: Watts on December 05, 2014, 09:01:26 PM
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<Center>Journal Entry | Private
| November 23, 2014 |
â€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!â€
“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.â€
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 |
â€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.â€
“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.â€
“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.â€
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 |
â€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?â€
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?â€
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 |
â€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?â€
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 |
â€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 |
â€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.â€
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 |
â€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?â€
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 |
â€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?â€
I shrug my shoulders, because honestly? I barely even knew of these guys before signing my contract here.
| Andrew Watts |
â€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.â€
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.â€
I smirk, shrugging a shoulder, my focus still straight ahead at her eyes. I answer her question with a tone of confidence.
| Andrew Watts |
â€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…â€
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?â€
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 |
â€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.â€
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?â€
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 |
â€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.â€
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…â€
My mind goes straight to the gutter, I smirk confidently and without thinking… I reply with my dick, not my brain.
| Andrew Watts |
â€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…â€
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?â€
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.â€
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 |
â€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!â€
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.â€
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.â€
I smirk,nodding my head as I grip the top of my towel.
| Andrew Watts |
â€I guess I have that effect now don’t I? Well, you have a good day, thanks for the show… here is yours…â€
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.
Climax, kind of…
Journal Entry | Private
| December 7, 2014 |
â€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…â€
Fucking pen… ran out of ink...
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