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Warning: The following RolePlay contains some FUCKED UP shit!


BRUTAL VALENTINE
At My Loft
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I was finally feeling a bit better, the anger and frustration had worn off, my mind was completely clear, and most of all I was ready to kick some ass again. I guess I had to get used to having everyone out for me again, but this time not having Watts to throw in the way of the fire, instead he was the one causing the fire. I had a killer work out last night, I destroyed my lats and traps, my back was still on fire, but i felt amazing… not a bad type of pain, the great soreness of a great workout, and it definitely worked out well for my body. I felt as if my back was already a quarter or half of an inch bigger than before the work out, confidence is key, and always in my eyes. I shook my head, staring into the laptop screen that sat on my lap, my back rested against the headboard of my bed as I looked at some of the Sin City Wrestling website, seeing what was up in the next few days... I ran my right hand through my hair, letting out a sigh as I looked to my right, I could hear the shower running, Desiree was in the shower. Let's just say that the gym wasn't the only workout I got last night, if you catch my drift.

Crack!

I cracked my knuckles together as I continued to read the Sin City Wrestling website, what was this? The match card for My Bloody Valentine was up, this is where I told them I would make my debut, let's see what we have here… I zoomed in on the screen a bit as I began to skim through the matches…


STEVE RAMONE vs TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS vs CASEY WILLIAMS vs JOSHUA ACQUIN…

JENNY TUCK vs JAINA HUDSON…

CJ SHARPE and ERIC STEEL vs J2H and BROTHER GRIMM…

JESSIE SALCO vs TRACI PATTERSON vs VERONICA TAYLOR vs TWISTED SISTER vs CANDY OVERTON vs KATE STEELE…

THE NOBODIES vs SIMON JONES AND BEN JORDAN...

I was getting a bit frustrated, where the fuck was my match? If they forgot to book my I swear I will fucking charge in there, raise hell, beat the fucking shit out of everyone and…

| Ethan Alexander |
"There it fucking is… wait, oh God, they put me up against that big baboon?"

I zoomed in a bit more, seriously? Of everyone on the damn roster, they put me up against the idiot that I happened to bump into at the previous Climax Control, makes me wonder if that was set up for this match to happen. Of everyone on the damn roster I have to face six foot eight inch tall, 300 pound fat as fuck so called monster who looked like he is blown up like a damn balloon, yes... in case you are still lost, they are putting me up against Rage, tribal tattoo mania…

| Ethan Alexander |
"This is going to be fun, yeah… I guess."

I guess I have to start off somewhere with my return right? And Rage with the lucky loser who was going to feel the wrath of the Sin City Devil, unfortunate for him, must have some bad luck the big idiot. I shook my head and I noticed that the water was no longer running in the bathroom, I didn't even notice, I guess I was too into the website and looking for myself on the card. I sighed and as I sighed I heard the bedroom door slowly open. I stared over towards the door and walking into the room, wearing nothing but a white bath towel, with her hair pinned up was of course Desiree Parker. I stared as her sexy legs took a few steps towards me and watched her as she pulled her hair down from her ponytail, shaking her head as her dark chocolate brown hair fell from side to side and she looked towards me, cracking a half smile and starting conversation… when really, I just wanted to attack her, rip that towel off, and get to business again.

| Desiree Parker |
"Hey Babe, what are you up to?"

I shrugged a shoulder, looking at the laptop screen and then back at Desiree.

| Ethan Alexander |
"Just looking at the SuperCard matchups, guess who I am facing..."

Desiree shrugged a shoulder as well, looking at me in confusion, not answering as she just stared at me with a blank stare, waiting for me to answer my own question, I nodded my head as I turned my attention back to the laptop screen and began to read it word for word for her.

| Ethan Alexander |
"So, here we go… at SCW My Bloody Valentine TWO... Ethan Lee Alexander vs Rage! This will truly be a battle of the bad asses when the "Sin of Wrath" Rage takes on the man that betrayed and put Andrew watts out of commission -- Ethan Alexander! Rage loves nothing more than a good fight, and Ethan is sure to provide it! Word of caution to Desiree Drake: Don't try to get involved in this one! Certain Kittie's may have claws!"

Out of all of that, Desiree noticed one thing, what they called her on the website… Desiree looked like she was about to blow up with anger, her tone went from casual Desiree to psycho Desiree, even I was a bit worried that I might catch a claw to the face.

| Desiree Parker |
"Desiree Who? Did they FUCKING call me Desiree Drake? Do I look like a blonde, bimbo WHORE like that no talent bitch who sucked her way around the wrestling business? I swear if one more fucking person mixed my name up with hers I am going to fucking slit their throat…"

I shook my head, and put in my two cents.

| Ethan Alexander |
"Did you catch the part of who I am facing? Rage? That idiot that we bumped into backstage… you remember right? The one with the girlfriend that you almost ripped apart, the throat you almost ripped out at Climax Control, I am facing her boyfriend or whatever the hell he was…"

Desiree nodded her head, she calmed down a bit about her name mistake, walking over to the bed, slowly walking towards me as she sat next to me on the bed, leaning back against the headboard next to me as she looked at me and then at the laptop screen.

| Desiree Parker |
"They really did write Desiree Drake, those mother fuckers… how could they, oh whatever… so you and this Rage douchebag eh? That shouldn't be a problem from you, all you have to do is just pop his fake muscles and when he slowly falls to the floor like a deflated balloon, you can stomp his face into the canvas and bam, take the victory, as you usually do, sound about right?"

I nodded my head, because that sounded pretty damn good.

| Ethan Alexander |
"Sounds basically like what I had planned, for whoever I faced… I guess Rage is the unlucky one on the men's roster who happened to draw my name when it came to opponents at My Bloody Valentine… Rage won't be my valentine, but he sure as hell can count on being bloody…"

| Desiree Parker |
"Hey, what is this?"

I leaned forward and took a closer look at what Desiree had just pointed her finger at, I missed this one when I was reading the card, but I see it now and I was reading it aloud as I read it for the first time. Desiree moved her finger away from it as I began to read what she had pointed at.

| Ethan Alexander |
"I must have missed this earlier, interesting… so, let's see what we have here, at the bottom of the card. SCW World Heavyweight Championship Match, decided in an Open Invitational Gauntlet Match, fucking inreresting alright. In only the second time in less than five years, the SCW World Heavyweight Championship is vacant! And headlining this event will be the crowning of a brand new champion! The first SCW Champion was crowned in a Gauntlet Match, and to pay homage to history, that is exactly how this vacancy will be filled tonight! Any Superstar booked tonight will be eligible to participate in this match! "

| Desiree Parker |
"Keep going, or, I got it… NOTE: In this match, every entrant will draw a number. The match begins with two men and each minute a new Superstar will enter the ring. Eliminations happen when a man is thrown out over the top rope and to the floor! (None of this sissy "both feet must touch the floor" in Sin City Wrestling!) When the final two men remain, they will compete one on one and whoever scores the victory will walk away as the brand new SCW World Heavyweight Champion!"

| Ethan Alexander |
"Well, this one is interesting… it's basically a free match to the top for me, if I decide to join it that is…"

| Desiree Parker |
"Hmm, why wouldn't you?! This is your easy way to the top, why wait when you can have it all right now?"

| Ethan Alexander |
"I mean, it is easy… and who else in this thing would honestly beat me? But what about my match with Rage, do I just take on the balloon inflated muscles and after I pop him, go out there and take down competitor after competitor and be crowned the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion…?"

| Desiree Parker |
"Well, that sounds like a pretty good fucking plan to me, don't you think so too?"

| Ethan Alexander |
"It looks like there are a few entrants in this thing already, go figure, right?"


| Desiree Parker |
"Yeah? Who do we got so far, babe?"

I took a bit of a closer look as a list of those planning to enter were already posted on the Sin City Wrestling website, interesting because you'd think some of these people would want to keep it a secret, the element of surprise and what not. I began to read off the list to Desiree.

| Ethan Alexander |
"Alright so we've got the Bieber wannabe, AKA J2H... which, won't be the slightest bit of a problem at all..."

| Desiree Parker |
"Didn't Watts and you beat the fuck out of him and his blow up partner? For someone who has never really had much success in the tag team division where he had someone to throw in the fire and back him, he probably shouldn't take his "talents" to the singles division"

| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah basically, once a loser always a loser. Anyways, we also have Casey Williams... and you pretty much just explained why he shouldn't be in the tournament with your J2H explanation, another loser, nobody... on to the next one, we have Steve Ramone, remember him?"

| Desiree Parker |
"How could I forget? I loved watching you stomp his face straight into the canvas and covering him for the win. That was one hell of a beating he took from you, but you did take something from him too… his gold, something you could take once again if you enter this gauntlet. It obviously won't be HIS gold, but it will be THE gold."

| Ethan Alexander |
"That's three that we can already mark off of the list, I wonder if anyone remotely impressive or challenging is going to even enter this thing? "

| Desiree Parker |
"Who is next?"

| Ethan Alexander |
"Despayre, oh man... that little short clown who thinks he can wrestle? This list just gets... more and more entertaining by the second..."

| Desiree Parker |
"I could probably kick his ass, are you sure you're reading the right list? This is for the World Heavyweight Championship, right? You'd think they wouldn't just let any loser in this thing…"

| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah but, I guess they are. Next, we have… Sean Jackson... the most overrated wrestler in SCW history if you ask me. He has won AND LOST the Heavyweight Title more times than I have seen anyone do since I signed my contract in SCW last year. I don't get the hype around this guy, he really has no talent, and everyone he has faced has been other overrated losers like Goth and Lord Raab..."

| Desiree Parker |
"Yeah, any time I see Sean Jackson I throw up a little bit in my mouth…"

| Ethan Alexander |
"Speaking of Goth, guess which overrated loser is next on the list?"

| Desiree Parker |
"God, him too? You really are right, this is just a list of a bunch of overrated jokes and losers, someone might as well just go to a circus wrestling event if they want to see a match like this."

| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah, the names on this list are making me want to rethink my decision on a career here, you'd think there would be some actual talent in this thing, or maybe they do have talent… just nowhere near my level of talent…"

| Desiree Parker |
"I mean, is anyone near your level of talent? Don't be silly now…"

| Ethan Alexander |
"That's true, a couple more here, let's see… oh of course, the final entry, at least for now... Rage…"

| Desiree Parker |
"Go figure, another idiot loser… is he even going to be able to make it to that match after you are done with him in your match?"

| Ethan Alexander |
"I guess this inflated loser wants to be destroyed twice in the same night…"

| Desiree Parker |
"Wait, twice… does that mean?"

| Ethan Alexander |
"Yeah, why the fuck not? Count me in on this gauntlet, you're looking at the NEXT SCW World Heavyweight Champion…"

| Desiree Parker |
"I mean, I always knew I was…"

I smirked as Desiree leaned in and gave me a medium length kiss on the lips, running her right hand along my cheek and jawline as she slowly pulled her face away, she smirked at me, she had the sexiest smirk… it was bitch mixed with… well, bitch, and I loved it. I nodded my head, staring right into her eyes.

| Ethan Alexander |
"I guess it's time to do what Andrew Watts never could…"

| Desiree Parker |
"Thank God, because I really am horny…"

I pause, for a second, smirking right back at her...

| Ethan Alexander |
"Well, I meant win the SCW World Heavyweight Title… but, I don't mind doing that either…"

| Desiree Parker |
"Yeah, I didn't think you would mind…"

I continue to stare right at Desiree as she leans forward, placing her hand on my cheek again and giving me another nice kiss on the lips, she runs her hand all the way from my cheek, to my bare chest, down my bare abs, and stops right at my waistline. She pulls her lips away from mind as she gives me a confident grin, winking at me and slowly moving herself off of the bed. She stood up on the side of the bed, looking right at me with a sexy smirk as she slowly untied the white towel that was covering her body and just like that… I watched as the towel hit the ground, and it was as if someone turned on a stage of lights at an entertainment studio, her perfectly shaped, naked body shined, looking right at me and telling me "I want you" and well… the rest… the rest if for me to know, enjoy, love, and for you to sit there and think and dream about, cut...

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THE GRAND FINALE
Somewhere
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”You never know what might happen. You could be sitting at the top, ready for everything to fall into your lap, and it can fall into your lap perfectly... or you could be sitting at home, stooped so low, thinking that it's all over, that nothing is left, and then with one call, one phone call... one little change in your life, all of the pieces of the puzzle can fall right back into place, right back where they should have always been, and right back where they will be, in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye anything can change: the poor can become the rich, the rich can become the poor, the butler can become the KING... and the Sinner can become the Champion... what does all of this mean? To many people, these are just words, and words mean nothing, or words that mean nothing. But to others, especially to myself, these are more than words, these are words that will become actions, these are words that have more meaning than anything anyone can ever understand... these words define what will come in the very near future, and what will come will not only be perfection, will not only be dreams coming true... but will be what something that should have happened long... long ago... and here it all goes...

What?

Yeah...

Well, I guess there are a few things I need to get out in the open before we head to the SuperCard, what is it? My Bloody Vaentine 2? Something like that, or whatever. Anyways, there has been so much chatter, so many questions, so many people who want answers, so many people who are wondering why, motive, what the hell I was thinking, what the hell I am thinking, and where everything goes from now on forward, well... that's al easy, for me at least. So, everyone keeps on asking me why I did what I did, what my reasoning is, why the hell I stooped so low, why I sold out… well let me tell you something. I didn’t stoop low, I didn’t sell out, and I sure as hell didn’t do anything wrong, and anyone who thinks that needs to lookup some history, get some facts together… and realize what a piece of shit Andrew Watts is and why he deserves exactly what he got.

What I did to Andrew Watts was long overdue, long deserved, someone had to do it, except nobody ever had the balls to. Andrew Watts, such a big shot, such a big name in the wrestling business, everyone respects him yet everyone talks so much shit about him when he is not around, so why wouldn't anyone do what I did? Simple, because nobody ever had the balls to do what I did, until now. Balls were shown and who showed them? I showed them, Andrew Watts became a nobody the night that I showed the world just how BIG the balls dangling between my legs are. Watts made mistake after mistake and then he did the big no no, he asked me if I asked him if I was allowed out in the ring while he cut his promo, I didn't realize I needed that douchebag's permission to do something like that, and where did that lead Andrew? Somewhere he should have been put years ago, straight to the canvas, broken into pieces, and possibly broken enough to never be able to step foot in the ring again. I took care of a problem when I took care of Andrew Watts, a BIG problem, a problem that once again, nobody seemed to have been able to take care of, but who did it? That is right, yours truly, the Sin City Devil.

Watts treated everyone around him completely wrong and now look at him, he lost everyone around him. He had the perfect sidekick, the perfect tag team partner and the perfect best friend, the best man that he could have had in his corner, ME... he had a great woman, a woman who is not only dangerous, great to have in your corner, but I can tell you from personal experience ALSO great to have in many other places, if you catch what I am saying... and what did he do? He did the ultimate mistake, Watts made a mistake that cost him everything, Watts got too cocky, lost his 'best friend" if that is what you want to call me, and then? He lost Desiree Parker as well, and guess who is shining like the star that he is right now? That is right, the man who Watts believed would always be in his shadow, the man who Watts always believed would be there to save him... Ethan Alexander, remember the name, Andrew Watts will always remember the name. Because I am the man who took EVERYTHING from Andrew Watts, and next... I take the one thing that Andrew Watts ALWAYS WANTED... but NEVER could have... the SCW World Heavyweight Championship...

That's right, that is me saying that I WILL be entering the SCW Open Invitational Gauntlet Match for the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and not only will I be entering it, I will be winning it as well, it's basically a done deal, for those who don't understand why... watch some tape of my previous matches, and then look at the jokes who have entered into this match... yeah, exactly, cake walk for this guy right here. But before I can go into that, before I make my way into the gauntlet, I have to take on a singles match, one on one with an oversized douchebag who thinks he is a somebody, not realizing that he like everyone else, is a nobody. Rage, first off, what the fuck kind of name is this? I mean that name is almost as cheesy as that chick that used to wrestle in the Bombshell Division named Misty Waters, like... can we get any more original or cheesy? Speaking of cheesy, I bumped into this guy and his girlfriend last week at Climax Control and Jesus, did his little girlfriend smell like ass cheese or what... I am not sure what this big baboon Rage is into but man this chick smelled like she hadn't showered in four months, and she looked like it too... if you want to talk about someone who needs an in on that extreme makeover show, it's her, I swear this chick looked like one of those dudes off of RuPaul's Drag Race...

I try not to bring her up in front of Desiree because the thought of her makes Desiree want to kill something, and usually the only living thing around when I am with Desiree is me, and pissing her off... you'd never know just who she might rip apart, and I don't want to be that person. Kittie, Desiree has a message for you... she says if you get anywhere near me or try to mess with me or interfere in this match, it will be the last thing you ever do in your life, she plans on putting you into the ground if you even think about having any effect on the outcome of this match, so I would advise you to stay away, maybe hit the showers for once, because if you're at ringside that stench honestly might just distract me...

As for Rage, he was the typical blown up on steroids balloon looking wannabe top wrestler who tried to act all bad ass but really just talked some shit and backed off when things got too hot last week at Climax Control. I mean come on, if you are going to threaten me, get in my face, and say you'd kick my ass, then fucking do it, don't just say shit, act on it... this showed me what kind of wrestler Rage is going to be when he and I go head to head at My Bloody Valentine, an indecisive, mistake making, inconsistent, loser... Rage will be nothing more but another easy win for me, and I could care less what anyone else thinks or says. I could give two shits, or three shits, or even one shit for this loser Rage, because just like everyone else, to me… he is a big, inflated… nobody.

Not to bring up horrible insults right now, but the best thing that Rage had to say last week was that Desiree had a horrible stench coming from her mouth, which he claimed was probably my dick. Bingo, moron... that is my woman, so yes you might catch a whiff of my dick from her breath, and it actually makes me feel a bit better about stepping into the ring with you that you disliked the smell of my cock, because if you did like it, then... we'd probably have an even bigger issue. On the bright side, no stench coming from me or Desiree can ever match the stenches that were coming from you and Kittie, Rage... now I may not be one of the favorites coming into this SuperCard, but people are forgetting just ONE thing... Ethan Alexander has NEVER lost a match in SCW, that's right, underrated? You bet, but not for long... my perfect six match, six win record will stay clean and untouched, but not only will it stay untouched, but the SCW World Heavyweight Championship will also be around my waist come Sunday Night, and that is a lot more than what you an say Rage, because the only thing around your waist will be the belt on the stretcher that is rushing you to the emergency room after I stomp your head straight into the ground. Rage, you have so much hope, so much confidence, but I just have one thing to say... Rage... poor Rage...

As for everyone else in this World Heavyweight Championship Gauntlet Match… there is nothing any of you can do, you can try your best, prepare your best, train every day from right now until Sunday, work out, hit the gym, hit the ring, but nothing any of you do will be good enough… nothing  any of you do will prepare you for what you are about to face when you step foot in the ring with Ethan Alexander in the gauntlet match. I don’t care if there are five of you or if there are twenty-five of you. This match was made for me, this Championship was made to be around my waist, and for years and years… months and months… it has been around the wrong waist… wrong waist after wrong waist and come Sunday… it will finally find its way around the waist that it belongs around, the waist of a TRUE Champion and the waist of the NEXT SCW World Heavyweight Champion… a new waist, Ethan Alexander’s waist.

It all starts with a warm-up match with that no good nobody loser Rage, who thinks he is actually going to make it to the gauntlet himself, funny right? Rage thinks that he can just get through a match with me and then enter the gauntlet as well? Rage is mistaken, greatly, Rage will be put in an ambulance and sent to the nearest hospital after our match together, just like every poor soul who enters the Gauntlet Match will be. You have all seen the Sin City Devil in action, you have all seen the Ultimate Sin, you have all seen the damage that is done when Ethan Alexander steps in the ring... it all started with Old Skool... it was followed by R.O.A.R... then the next to feel it was Casey Williams and J2H... R.O.A.R. felt it once more as did Steve Ramone and Joshua Aquin... and we can't forget the Surf Boys either... six matches, six wins, many have faced the Ultimate Sin, and come My Blood Valentine, many more will as well. Why? Because when I SIN... bad things happen, and come Sunday? I plan to SIN again... and again... and again... I shall SIN...

And after all of the SINNING is done… a new king will be crowned, a new Champion will rise… and a new ERA will begin…

The ERA of SIN

The ERA of the DEVIL

The ERA of ETHAN ALEXANDER

Climax…”

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 OOC: In our original agreement, we stated that since we "weren't" going to post in the first RP period, we could use off cruise scenes and on cruise scenes in our second period RPs, just so there is no confusion as to why there is an off cruise scene in this RP. It was agreed on AND approved by Mark.

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Warning: The following RolePlay contains some FUCKED UP shit!

DANGEROUS ZONES
Apia Park Stadium
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Following the segment that Danger Zone cut in the ring, I made my way backstage with the other two, walking together for a few seconds before I decided to split up with Watts and Desiree as I headed in the opposite direction of the Danger Zone locker room that the three of us were sharing for this show. I walked with confidence, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt that reads Danger Zone in a green font across the chest, and of course my SCW World Tag Team Championship resting on my right shoulder. I ran his hand back through my long brown hair which was pulled back into a ponytail as usual when I wasn’t in the ring. I made my way towards a door, coming to it, looking up at it, stopping, exhaling and saying something to myself under my breath, wondering if this was a good idea after last time.

Ethan Alexander: “Ugh, fuck it… I guess”

I raised my arm a bit, knocking on the door a few times, and then pushing it open. Why did I even knock? What was the point of knocking if I just let myself in anyways. The nameplate on the wooden door read “Lucy Seraphina” in a white font. I made my way into the room and saw Lucy standing just a few feet away from me, as if she was awaiting me or something. Lucy was still dressed in her ring attire, and a bit sweaty from her match, but a huge smile was smacked on her face after a big win for her, getting her back on track after that close loss a couple of weeks ago. I looked towards Lucy, I didn’t say anything as I slowly pushed the door shut behind me. I flashed her a half smile as I placed my hands on my hips and Lucy began to speak.

Lucy Seraphina: “Hey Ethan, how’s things?”

I shrugged my shoulder, the one with the belt on it, it was habit to shrug that one, I don’t know why, but it seemed like the right one to shrug. I looked forward at her as she greeted me, and replied.

Ethan Alexander: “Hey Lucy, not too bad. I’m just getting back from the ring actually, and I figured I would stop by to congratulate you on your win. It’s been a few weeks since I have seen or spoken to you, just checking up I guess.”

I smirk as I look at Lucy who nods her head, a smile on her face as she continues to stare towards me, she replies in an energetic tone, and I was expecting her to hate me for disappearing for a few weeks.

Lucy Seraphina: “Thank you it does mean a lot and yeah it has been. I’m not mad or anything, I mean I understand you’d need space after that. I would too, I mean you don’t expect that everyday.”

A few thoughts cross my mind on what to reply to her with, you don’t expect to see that EVER, but I wasn’t going to make her feel uncomfortable, at least I was going to try not to. I nodded my head.

Ethan Alexander: “No honestly, it wasn’t even that stuff. I just have literally been so busy with a few things that I haven’t had the chance to do anything or see anyone honestly. I haven’t even seen Watts for about a week, I, just, yeah, things have been coming up over and over, and stuff.”

I kind of got nervous there and caught up in my excuses, and I am more than sure that Lucy noticed, she wasn’t exactly one to let things go over her head, not at all.

Lucy Seraphina: “Fair enough. You know I won’t pry or anything.”

Lucy looks at me, very calm, very cool about everything. I nod my head, she is being nice about it, clearly she likes me, I think, or something. I guess.

Ethan Alexander: “Right, so, about tonight. You looked pretty good out there, I watched the whole match, and when you finished her off with that Assassin's Night, man did I know the match was over. I think everyone knew that the match was over. That’s one hell of a move, and you sure know how to use it, great job in the ring. Honestly? It should be you holding the Bombshell Roulette Championship, not Melanie, you’re much more effective and accomplished than she is, just being honest.”

She shrugs a shoulder, as if she doesn’t care much about her not holding any Championships. I don’t think I offended her, I know her and Mel are close, but, I was just being honest. I placed my left hand on my hip as I stared forward at her.

Lucy Seraphina: “You know I was mad about it but you know what I did? I got over it, I learned if you whine, bitch and complain it doesn’t get you anywhere in life. I know I’ll end up getting a title shot, not sure when but I think I’m due for one. I mean what you said is true here in SCW I am more accomplished. I mean I’m undefeated in singles… not to boast or anything like that.”

That is true, she has yet to be pinned and has never lost a one on one match, good for her. I keep my hand on my hip as I continue to speak to her.

Ethan Alexander: “That is very true, you have never been pinned in a match, sounds a lot like me honestly. I have yet to be pinned, and I won’t be anytime soon. I can’t wait until Summer XXXTreme when I get to shut up that big whining bitch Casey Williams and his butt buddy J2H, it felt great when I smashed him with The Ultimate Sin… but when I hit him with it this time, I’ll be SURE that he doesn’t get back up, ever.”

I smirk, starting to glow with confidence a bit, but I think Lucy is liking it as she grows a cute smile while I talk myself up. I nod my head at the end of my sentence as Lucy is quick to respond.

Lucy Seraphina: “I can’t wait to see that actually. I’ll be watching closely. Kick their asses for sure.”

Lucy continues to smile, it was nice that she had confidence in me, I was the right guy to be confident in, obviously. I let my hand fall from my hip to my side as I smirk at Lucy.

Ethan Alexander: “Kick their asses? That is going to be an understatement. J2H has been pretty quiet, probably busy with Casey’s dick in his mouth or something, would make perfect sense honestly since he is short enough and Casey is tall enough, perfect height, doesn’t even have to get on his knees or anything. But as for Casey, that big, ugly, piece of trash just keeps on running his mouth, with nothing to back it up. I don’t even think this idiot has won a match since he has returned to Sin City Wrestling. I mean the guy is a monster, size wise at least, and he can’t even put up a decent fight in the ring. I toyed around with him our whole match, sure he caught me with a few moves, but I was just trying to test him to see how bad he really was, and he really was THAT bad. I couldn’t believe he fell for the mini argument with Watts, that just set everything up perfectly that night. Casey failed miserably that night, and when he steps into the ring with me at Summer XXXtreme, it won’t be any different, the outcome will remain the same, just as it always remains the same.”

I continue to glow with confidence as I trash talk one of my opponents, almost forgetting that this is a tag team match and Casey Williams isn’t the only opponent I will have. I guess that happens when the other opponent is hiding in the shadow of his partner, the XXL shadow that is.

Lucy Seraphina: “Yeah I saw that. The guy seems like a dunce sadly. But what about J2H? Wouldn’t he play a factor in this as well?”

I can’t help but let out a slight chuckle at her question, was she being serious? Or was she just building conversation? J2H is a joke, that is the first thing that came to my head. I shook my head, placing both of my hands on my hips as I exhaled, chuckling a bit more and then responding to the question she asked about J2H playing a factor in the match.

Ethan Alexander: “J2H, a factor? Do you even know who J2H is, Lucy? J2H is a spoiled rich kid who has no skill in this business. His rich mommy and daddy probably just bought him a contract in SCW. J2H is five-foot-six-inches tall and isn't even close to weighing 200 pounds. J2H is the definition of a joke, the only factor J2H will play in this match is giving it a quicker ending if he gets caught by a Highlight or Ultimate Sin. Trust me, this wannabe hard ass that has the attitude of a bad boy in High School will pose NO THREAT in this match. The only other factor in this match will be the one on my team, Andrew Watts.”

I pause for a second, exhaling, and continue.

Ethan Alexander: “It’s bad enough that these two losers have to face me, but that is not all. They have to face Andrew Watts too. Ethan Alexander and Andrew Watts in the ring at the same time, on the same team, that is the worst possible combination that an opponent can think of. It’s going to be a living nightmare for Casey and J2H. The closest they are going to get to this gold is if I smack one of them across the head with it.”

As I say this, I smirk and smack my hand against the golden centerpiece of my SCW World Tag Team Championship. I look forward at Lucy who seems pretty convinced by everything I just said, and who wouldn’t be? I nod my head and Lucy begins to speak.

Lucy Seraphina: “They’d need a miracle to win. Plus if I can safely say isn’t Danger Zone about doing crazy stuff and kicking ass. Putting stupid people in their place as well?”

Ethan Alexander: “Lucy, Danger Zone is exactly what the name says. When we are in that ring, the ring becomes an instant Danger Zone, and anyone who steps in it… they’re in BIG trouble.”

Lucy Seraphina: “I believe it; I mean if you weren’t you wouldn’t have the tag titles.”

Ethan Alexander: “Danger Zone has much more than the SCW World Tag Team Championships, Lucy. Danger Zone has an untouched record of three wins and no losses. Andrew Watts is the 2015 Blast from the Past tournament winner, and the number of opponents he has Highlighted since signing with SCW in November is countless. I have never been pinned, never lost a match and have a perfect record of fives win and zero losses. Danger Zone doesn’t mess around. Of course, outside of the ring it’s all fun and games, but the second we step foot into that ring, everything changes, and every opponent that stands opposite of us is in A LOT of danger.”

Lucy Seraphina: “That I didn’t know. I bet Mel did though. But please tell me more.”

Ethan Alexander: “There is not a lot more to tell you, I mean there is Mikah of course, the female dominance of Danger Zone. Mikah is a cold hearted bitch who literally destroys everyone that gets in her way, and she has had no problem showing that off in SCW. Reigning Bombshell World Champion, kicking ass after ass. I think Mikah was the perfect addition to Danger Zone, Watts picked a gem when he got her to join us.”

I pause for a second, thinking, looking over at Lucy. I stare at her, head to toe, nodding my head with confidence.

Ethan Alexander: “And I think I have found my gem that should join us eventually as well...”

Lucy Seraphina: “Oh really now?”

I could hear the smartass tone in her voice but she followed it up with a chuckle. I nodded my head, she knew what I was talking about.

Ethan Alexander: “A few more matches like the one you had tonight, and I think you are perfect for the territory of danger. I think you’d make a great fit for Danger Zone. There is just… one little thing...”

I smirk at her as she raises an eyebrow, obviously wondering what the one little thing could be, and she is quick to ask what it is exactly.

Lucy Seraphina: “Which is what?”

I nod my head, still smirking, running my hand back through my hair, grabbing my ponytail into my hand as I squeeze it behind my head and in a serious tone I respond to her question.

Ethan Alexander: “You have to become just as cold hearted as the rest of us. Danger Zone may be fun and games backstage, around each other. But when it comes to anyone that is out of Danger Zone, there is no remorse, they are lower than us and we must make sure to let them know that. If you aren’t in Danger Zone, you aren’t shit, and that is a lesson that everyone has to be taught...”

I pause for a second, letting go of my hair, taking a step closer to Lucy and looking her dead in the eye.

Ethan Alexander: “Do you think you can be that cold hearted bitch, the same one that Mikah is? The same one that Desiree is? Do you have it in you, Lucy? Or am I wasting my time here?”

I could see the look in Lucy’s eyes change. Her smile dropped and she leaned against a nearby table that stood between me and her. I looked into her eyes as she continued to stare straight into mine, this was a different Lucy than I was used to seeing, I think I was going to like this. I arched an eyebrow at her as she began to speak.

Lucy Seraphina: “You’re not the only one who’s asking for that you know. Last time some tried tapping into it… it turned out bloody if you catch my drift. But it wouldn’t bother me if I did tap into that side of me. Honestly I get tired of people judging me and shit. Really if they think that I’m all fun and games and nice, then they don’t know shit. If I need to go up to bat and let that side come out then well… they’re going to be in a world of hurt. I’m no Harley Quinn or anything but I can be a little crazy when I am cold. It’s fine though, people’s comments don’t bother me. So yeah... if you and my friend need me to do that, it’s fine by me.”

Her eyes turned red. What the fuck how is that even possible. Lucy put a smirk on her face and pushed herself away from the table. I guess I got a little more than I asked for there, talk about someone having two sides to them. I nodded my head, staring forward into her legit red eyes.

Ethan Alexander: “Well, that answers a lot of questions I had about you… now...”

I walk around the table, making my way towards her as she turns to face me. Her eyes are still red, it’s a little bit creepy, but kind of sexy at the same time, and that tone she just spoke in? Total turn on. I stand just a few inches from her as she looks up at me, wondering what is going through my mind. I grab her by the hair and she looks at me in hesitation, her eyes glowing brighter and bigger, and then I push my lips into hers as our lips meet for a few seconds, before I pull back, letting go of her hair and staring right at her.

Ethan Alexander: “What about that? Is that okay with you too…?”

Lucy Seraphina: “Yeah I’m fine with that too.”

I nod my head and notice that her eyes go back to normal as she finishes her sentence. I’m pretty happy she is okay with that, I wonder if kissing her is going to make my eyes turn all red and shit now too, hopefully that wasn’t some kind of STD or something… nah, I doubt it.

Ethan Alexander: “You better be good with that, because that was your only option...”

I flash her a cocky smile as I lean in once more, my lips meeting hers again as I place my hands on her hips, my thumbs rubbing across her lower abdomen as she tip toes up into the kiss herself, throwing her arms around my neck. Yeah, tonight was a good night, definitely a good night. Danger Zone made themselves clear, told everyone what we were going to do to Casey and J2H, Casey made an ass out of himself by going out there with the worst comeback ever, and well… I was making out with some kind of vampire chick that knew how to kick some ass. Climax Control 123? Success, Danger Zone continues to grow, and kick ass, as always.


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I just finished watching that so called “promo” that Casey Williams cut. Okay, I think I am finally done laughing, wow, I couldn’t get over it. This guy must have taken some strong ass drugs before getting on camera, because he did not know what the hell he was saying. I shook my head as I made my way through the cruise ship. This thing was so big and full of random fucking people, I couldn’t find Lucy, I couldn’t find Watts. Mikah was in the Danger Zone locker room bathroom doing God knows what, probably getting rid of food or taking a shit or something. I turned a corner and wow, what an ass. This girl had on a bikini that was in the shape of cheeky panties, and man did she have an ass, the yellow material of her bathing suit was being eaten by her perfect ass and I couldn’t help but stare. I glanced down, making sure I didn’t have a hard on that would show through my swim trunks. I figured swim trunks were necessary since it’s a cruise and shit, plus a white tank top, nothing special, oh and sunglasses. I slapped my SCW World Tag Team Championship over my shoulder, you know, the one that Casey Williams will never hold again, yeah, that one. And I made my way towards this gorgeous ass that was bent over a table, filling out some forms. I cleared my throat, a couple of feet behind her, just wanting to grab it, as I spoke.

Ethan Alexander: “Excuse me, but… could you help me out with something?”

As I finished my sentence she stood straight up, wow, long tanned legs too, who was this woman? She turned around, flashing a smile at me, perfectly white teeth too. I looked straight at her, from head to toe, taking note of her brown caramel colored hair, nice firm C-Cup tits just barely covered by a black bikini top.  She has a huge smile on her face as she gets a good look at me, immediately recognizing me.

Jenna Matthews: “Oh...My...God!  You’re...You’re...”

I cut her off, well, that and the fact that she was kind of speechless, her jaw was dropped… perfect entry, if you catch my flow there. I smirked as I said who I was.

Ethan Alexander: “Yeah, I’m... I’m...Ethan Alexander, SCW World Tag Team Champion, and you...you are?”

I smirked, placing my hands on my hips as she continued to stare at me in awe, she was shocked to see me, must be a fan, a really fucking hot fan, a fan that I wanted to bend over the edge of the boat and destroy until she started speaking a different language that she had never spoke before. I snapped back to reality as she responded with a huge smile and energetic attitude.

Jenna Matthews: “I’m only like your biggest fan ever!  Jenna Matthews!  I...I really can’t believe I’m standing in front of Ethan Alexander of Danger Zone right now!!”

Ethan Alexander: “Yeah well, uh, you should believe it, because you are. I bet you didn’t expect to actually meet a wrestler when you bought tickets for this event, did you? Not only any wrestler, but the greatest fucking wrestler in SCW, how do you feel about that, Jenna?”

I smirk, my hands still on my hips as I look forward at her, just two or three feet away from me as she fans her hands in front of her face, still smiling from ear to ear.

Jenna Matthews: “Sorry, just trying to control myself right now.  This is, like, a dream come true.  You’d probably have to be giving me mouth to mouth right now if Andrew Watts was here.”

I looked at her lips, talk about DSL, if you know what I mean. Man, she had them Angelina Jolie type lips, not that big, but definitely almost as nice. Mouth to mouth? Fuck, I wish Watts was fucking here, I’d give her much more than mouth to mouth, where is that fucker…wait, why the fuck would Watts be the reason for mouth to mouth? I’m so much sexier...

Ethan Alexander: “We have that effect, wait a second… why is Watts the reason you’d be getting mouth to mouth, I mean, I’m like ten times better than him...”

I arch my eyebrow at her, crossing my arms across my chest as I stare forward. My SCW World Tag Team Championship still on my shoulder. She raises an eyebrow at me, looking at me like she wants to jump me right here and now. Fuck, I wish she would.

Jenna Matthews: “Well, that is sort of true, but...I really wouldn’t be able to contain myself.  Oh my God...Can I touch it?!”

I smirk, wow, just a few minutes with this girl and she already knows she wants to touch it. I look down, it wasn’t showing, but I did have a semi from staring at her ass and lips so much. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let her touch it, right? I smirk as I take a step forward, and let my arms fall to my side, wait a second...

Ethan Alexander: “Wait, before I let you touch it, how old are you? Is this even legal…?”

I take a small step back, not wanting to get arrested on a damn ship. She looks at me with an almost oblivious smile on her face.

Jenna Matthews: “Wait...do I have to be a certain age to touch the tag team title?  That seems so strange to me…”

Oh, she meant the title...I thought she meant, ugh, anyways. I nod my head, taking my Championship off of my shoulder and holding it out to her, I smirk as her jaw drops and she stands there in shock, literally, barely moving.

Ethan Alexander: “Go ahead, you can hold it...but, uh, on the age thing...you’re over 18 right? No reason...”

I wait with the title belt extended as she reaches very slowly for it, giggling from time to time.

Jenna Matthews: “Huh?  Oh...yeah!  I’m 19.  I’ll be 20 in October!  This is so awesome!  My friends will never believe this!  OH!  We should take a selfie!”

Ethan Alexander: “What the fuck is a selfie? OH! Like the picture of yourself, ugh…yeah, how about you come get really close to me, bring your phone and the Championship and, we can take a few...

I smirk, I’m such a dick, but hey...maybe I get lucky and her ass rubs against me in the selfie. She smirks, extremely excited as she steps closer to me, holding her phone out.  Her ass rubs right up against me and wow, Merry Christmas to me! I can’t help but take a step closer, to kind of, push more into her ass...lets just say my semi wasn’t really a semi anymore. I smirked at the camera as she threw her phone in the air.

Jenna Matthews: “Oh wow...My friends are going to be so jealous!  And I’m officially going to die one happy girl!”

Ethan Alexander: “Die? Don’t do that yet...you have a lot more you can do before that happens, Jenna.”

I smirked, wow, I usually don’t even remember names. Fuck, that was her name right? Or was it Jenny? Shit, doesn’t matter, with an ass like that I might as well call her Kim K or something. I looked down as she rubbed against me, she was definitely doing it on purpose, she continued to snap away as I placed my left hand on her lower side, touching her bikini bottoms, my thumb “accidentally” sliding into the waistband of them. She smirked, and continued to take selfies. Finally she stopped, turning around quickly, her arms hugging the SCW World Tag Team Championship and my hands somehow on her waist as she stared me in the eyes and started talking some more.

Jenna Matthews: “This is seriously like a dream come true.  Wait..don’t you have a girlfriend?  And where is Andrew Watts?  You guys have a big match to get ready for on Sunday!  Oh!  Can I watch a training session?!  This is so exciting...Oh My God.”

Ethan Alexander: “Girlfriend? Uh, no, not at all actually. Watts is probably off with his dick inside of Desiree somewhere, and honestly you call that a big match? Maybe a BIG joke, I mean Casey Williams? I’m sure you saw what I did to him a few weeks ago, that low blow and the Ultimate Sin? He was gone, and J2H poses no threat at all. Watch a training session, I have an even better idea Jenna. Would you like to be my training session today? I have a pretty good idea on what body parts I want to train, and I think you could actually be a big help, if you’re interested?”

I smirk, my hands still on her hips, thank God she was looking up at me because my hard on was showing in full effect, these trunks were about to rip open and she was either going to run for the hills, well, no hills, so I guess just dive overboard...or she was going to do what I hoped and grab me by the dick and walk me to the nearest room. I snapped back to reality, luckily she was still looking at my eyes, and about to ask about the training session. She had a huge smile on her face as she hugged my Championship even tighter and replied.

Jenna Matthews: “Me?!  Train with you?!  That would be...Holy crap!  I mean...You’d probably overpower me though.  I’m not a wrestler...”

Ethan Alexander: “Oh trust me, overpowering is a good thing in this situation Jenna. I think you are actually the perfect size, perfect body, and perfect person for this training session. I really think you’re going to be interested when you hear what I want to do exactly...”

I smirk, she was still clueless, it was kind of sad, but at the same time, I felt like when she found out what I was talking about, she would be 100 percent down for it, this girl was already on my nuts and beyond happy to meet me, I feel she’d do ANYTHING. I smirk as I look at her, she looks back, my arms still on her waist, slowly moving towards her lower back. She didn’t hesitate at all, she just kept thinking about the training session as she continued on.

Jenna Matthews: “Wow...A training session with Ethan Alexander!  That would be uh-mazing! I mean, I was hoping to meet you when I bought my ticket for the cruise, but TRAIN with you?  Like...my hands ON you?! ”

I rolled my eyes, was she really not getting it? I lowered my one hand, grabbing her ass as her eyes shot open and I pulled her in close to me, our bodies touching, and my hand grabbing a handful of the nicest ass I had seen in months. She was shocked and I smirked.

Ethan Alexander: “Yes, hands on me, the training session is me fucking your brains out, did you not catch that by now? Are you okay with that training session? Because I have a hard on that can break an iceberg in half and I need to get my cardio in, understand?”

I squeeze her juicy ass cheek harder as I get more and more into my talk. But, her look changes. She doesn’t look so hesitant and innocent anymore. She actually turns her bubbly personality to a more serious, sexy and seductive type. She gives me a confident smirk as she places her hand inside my shirt, grabbing my chest, and responding.

Jenna Matthews: “I thought you’d never ask.  I was almost ready to just pull you into a closet or something!  Judging by the Eiffel Tower in your pants you can’t wait much longer.”

Whoa, talk about a change of personality. Even I was in shock, but also at the same time very, very, very, very… YES! I smirked, looking down at her as I lifted her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around me, I pushed her against the nearby wall and grinded up against her, looking at her, smirking.

Ethan Alexander: “You sure you want this? It’s A LOT to handle...”

I smirk, her legs wrapped tightly around me as I stare into her seductive eyes, I’ve never seen a personality change so fast....either she was playing clueless, or she just got really horny. She looked back at me and bit her bottom lip.

Jenna Matthews: “Shouldn’t you have been inside of me like five minutes ago?  Just shut up and fuck me already...”

Ethan Alexander: “Well...”

I smirk, letting her down, and spinning her around so that her backside is facing me, I push her against the wall and pause...

Jenna Matthews: “Well...well what?”

Ethan Alexander: “You have to agree to one circumstance, for this to happen...”

I smirk, I was getting my way, she was starting to get demanding, and there was ONE thing I had to make sure was going to happen once I was inside of her, and I was about to negotiate it. She turned back to look at me, I had her pushed up against the wall still as she asked what I wanted.

Jenna Matthews: “And that would be what exactly?”

Ethan Alexander: “I don’t just want to fuck you normal...have you seen that ass of yours? The only way you can have this, is if I can have that...if you catch my drift here. Basically, I’m saying I’m going in more than ONE of your holes down there...”

She pauses for a second, and instantly replies...

Jenna Matthews: “Uh, obviously… did you think that wasn’t going to happen or something?”

Ethan Alexander: “Lets get the fuck to my locker room, now...”

This one was a freak, I knew it. I didn’t even hesitate, and I knew she would want it rough so I grabbed her by the hair since her back was still to me, yanking her as I picked her up into my arms and made my way to the Danger Zone locker room. I hope Mikah wasn’t in there anymore, and if she was, I don’t really give a fuck anyways. I finally turned a corner, walked towards our room, I hated that we started this sharing a locker room thing because we are a stable. Watts, sure I don’t care, but why Mikah too? Fuck it. I literally kicked the door open and threw Jenna right on one of the beds. I shoved the door shut, spun her onto her knees and you know exactly what the first thing I went for was, but the details, oh we all know you want the details… too bad, let’s just say she lived up to her name. Jenna Jameson? World Famous Porn Star? This Jenna wasn’t much different, oh yeah… Danger Zone baby… ugh, shit, I forgot about Lucy, uh, I guess she didn’t have to know, right? Shit happens.


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Wow, talk about a fucking freak. I don’t know how I even lasted 37 minutes with that one, she had me ready to go after about 4 minutes. I felt like I was in a porno, she had to be a porn star, she had to be, there was no way. I was just afraid to ask. Wow, talk about the best sex ever, I love this fucking cruise. I looked down at her, she was covered in the satin sheets, but man I saw her uncovered and…woo hoo! Go Ethan fucking Alexander, fuck it, literally! If I could high five myself, I would right now..

Ethan Alexander: “So Jenna, how was that? Other than you screaming the whole time?”

I smirk, she might have been good as fuck, but I know I wasn’t half bad either, far from half bad honestly. She looked up at me, exhausted and probably throbbing in pain from the stretching I just gave her “exit only” section.

Jenna Matthews: “I need water, some Advil, and maybe a round two?”

What the fuck? Was she serious? A round two? I mean I have gone two, and three rounds before. But I don’t even know if a round two of what me and her just did was even possible. I exhaled, I could definitely get her the water, I am sure I could find the Advil. I just don’t know if I could find the round two, then again...I could always find the round two..

Ethan Alexander: “You...are...a...fucking...freak. Which is a compliment by the way, ugh hey… did you hear something?”

I look towards the bathroom, standing at the edge of the bed, completely naked as I take a step towards the bathroom door, my full front facing the bathroom door and the door swings open as Mikah walks out wearing nothing but a towel, seeing me, still completely hard from what just went on. Mikah’s jaw drops as I can’t do anything but kind of stand there and stare. Mikah’s eyes are bigger than baseballs, I don’t know what to say, or do. Mikah looks at me, then at the naked, sheet covered girl laying in the bed. Mikah looks back at me and starts yelling out at me...

Mikah: “Ethan! What the fuck!? Why are you naked, why are you THAT naked? Who is she? She is like 14!”

Ethan Alexander: “Mikah… Mikah why are you naked?! What the hell is going on?!”

Mikah: “Me? I was taking a damn shower! I’m in a towel, like a normal person...you’re showing off your shit like it’s a Golden Globe award or something, cover up, idiot!”

Jenna Matthews: “Hey, uh, I am not 14...”

Ethan Alexander: “SHUT UP!”

Mikah: “SHUT UP!”

Mikah and myself both turn and tell Jenna to shut up at the same exact time as she tries to cut in and tell us that she is not 14, like we care… well, I kind of care, but not right now. What the fuck? Mikah was here the whole time, I knew I heard the shower water running, damn it! Wait, was this my chance? Mikah in nothing but a towel, and Jenna laying in my bed naked? Should I… I turned and looked back at Mikah who gave me a look that said “I want to kill you” and that instantly killed my idea. I grabbed my Championship and placed it in front of my hard on, speaking of, how the hell was I still hard? I looked at Mikah, holding the Championship in front of my junk.

Mikah: “Oh, good job, Ethan. It took you long enough. I swear next time cover up instantly, I’m going to have nightmares about that thing now...!”

Ethan Alexander: “Wait, so you stared at it, eh?”

Mikah gave me a look that said everything, I knew what the look said. She was going to kill me in my sleep, she didn’t even have to say it, I just knew it, tonight, it was on.

Mikah: “It was staring at me, kind of hard to miss a completely naked idiot standing five feet away from me. God, what the hell is wrong with you and Watts?!!”

Ethan Alexander: “I… I...”

Mikah: “UGH!”

Mikah let out one of her Mikah screams and tantrums as she stomped her foot. I was kind of hoping her towel would fall off when she did this, but it didn’t. She turned around and stomped her way back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I shrugged my shoulders, that was awkward. At least Mikah has seen it now, maybe that will lead to my chance with Mikah, I’ve been waiting for that one for over a year now. I turned back to Jenna, she looked very uncomfortable. I was curious if she was uncomfortable because I just ruined her rectum, or because of everything that just happened with Mikah, or because of both. The bad part? I really wanted to shower, but… that would involve seeing Mikah, and I am pretty fucking afraid of her right now. Ugh, the love of this cruise. More and more stories to tell, Watts was going to love this one. Speaking of, I wonder where the fuck that asshole is hiding.


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I still couldn’t believe the garbage promo that Casey Williams and J2H cut, I mean...wow, garbage dude, garbage. Fuck, sorry, I had to swear, I hadn’t sworn in like five seconds. I shook my head, leaning back against the edge of the cruise ship, the water flowing just below, Watts standing right next to me. We were both dressed pretty casually, jeans, and a Danger Zone cut off shirt, both of us, like we were twins or something, me being the better looking one of course. I had just finished telling him the story about Jenna and Mikah, and how I thought I had a chance at a threesome, he reminded me that Mikah’s vagina is something that I would probably never touch, unless there was force involved. I smirked as the cameras started rolling, it was time for some Danger Zone action, time to show Casey Williams and his little Bieber wannabe J2H how to cut a REAL promo. Danger Zone style. I nodded my head, my SCW World Tag Team Championship tied on my waist as I stared forward, and began to speak.

Ethan Alexander: “Hey Watts, who are we even facing again on Sunday?”

Andrew Watts: “Casey and J2H, right?”

Ethan Alexander: “Oh no shit, they sang that "All My Life" song right? That was a fucking hit, they wrestle now? ”

Andrew Watts: “No dick, that’s K-Ci and JoJo that you are thinking of, but, eh...close enough I guess.”

Ethan Alexander: “Oh, yeah I forgot. We are facing that big baboon Casey Williams who thinks he is hot shit, why is he hot shit again? I mean, he got his ass handed to him by me last time we stepped in the ring together, and that was uh, pretty damn easy.”

Andrew Watts: “Yeah but you cheated dick, remember?”

Ethan Alexander: “Oh right, because it is totally my fault that K-Ci couldn’t focus on me and he was too busy staring at you, he must have a crush on you or something, not going to lie, when I low blowed him, it didn’t feel like the typical low blow, I think he had a hard on for you...”

Andrew Watts: “That makes a lot of sense now, now I get why he was all over me a couple of weeks ago with that so called “submission” attempt, I think he was going for a different kind of submission than the wrestling kind...”

Ethan Alexander: “I attract girls who fuck like pornstars, and you? You attract Casey Williams, good job there...”

Andrew Watts: “You know he is still crying that he got cheated and that he would have beat you if we didn’t “cheat,” right?”

Ethan Alexander: “It’s only cheating if you get caught, and well… we didn’t get caught, we never get caught. That is the whole point of fighting dirty, you need to actually be good at it.”

Andrew Watts: “Yeah well, I guess we can just prove them wrong on Sunday. It’s so lame though, like...why are we facing two random losers? Like, just because he got mad that you cock blocked him when he was trying to get with me? Now we have to start a war? I mean, if he really wants me that bad, he should probably have to go through Desiree, not you. Maybe he thinks we fly the same way as him or something... wait, are we on camera?”

We both look up, totally forgetting that the cameras were rolling, shit! The SCW Universe doesn’t like when words like the words we were just using are used, oh man we should probably apologize. I shake my head, placing my hands on my hips as I look at Watts, he opens his eyes a bit wider than usual and then we look back at the cameras.

Ethan Alexander: “Shit! We were using terms and words that are not SCW appropriate! We didn’t really realize the cameras were going...”

Andrew Watts: “Wow, I can’t believe we did that, we should probably apologize to the SCW Universe for how we just talked about Casey Williams and J2H...”

We look at each other, laugh and then look back at the cameras.

Ethan Alexander: “If we actually gave a fuck or two about what the authority or staff of SCW would say, then maybe we would apologize, but… Watts, do we?”

Andrew Watts: “Fuck no, the authority and staff of SCW can suck my big fat dick for all I care. Children are watching? Oh, too bad, their parents should change the fucking channel when Danger Zone comes on. You see it’s fucking annoying. the SCW sent us a letter saying we had to tone it down, no more being naked on camera, no more cussing, no more acting like degenerates, but...”

I quickly cut him off, smirking as I finish his sentence.

Ethan Alexander: “But that’s not any fucking fun! The SCW letter was good, it was really nice, like I enjoyed it… you know I did Watts, I really enjoyed it. Because, I kind of ran out of toilet paper when I was reading it, and you see I was taking a nice big shit, it looked similar to Casey Williams, and well… the letter came in handy because I wiped my ass with it and flushed it down the toilet… so basically...”

Andrew Watts: “So basically SCW, you can try to contain us, try to tame us, tell us what to do, but in reality, we run the fucking show. We are Danger Zone, we do what the fuck we want, we say what the fuck we want, and nobody can tell us otherwise, not even our boss… wait, who is the boss in SCW anyways?”

I let out a slight chuckle as Watts nods his head, looking at me, and then back at the camera.

Ethan Alexander: “Uh, last I checked, the two bosses in SCW were… Ethan Alexander… and Andrew Watts, is that still accurate?”

Andrew Watts: “You can bet your fucking ass it is… and do you know why? We run the SCW because we bring in the crowds, we sell the merchandise, because the fans fucking love us, they love how we talk, they love that Ethan fucks a different girl every other night, they love that I whip my ass and dick out on camera like I’m a fucking porn star, but most of all? The love that everyone who steps into the ring with me gets a fucking Highlight and cries themselves to sleep for a month after that. We are Danger Zone, and we aren’t going anywhere, no matter how much the SCW and it’s staff hates us, and why? Because the SCW is NOTHING without Danger Zone, and that everybody, is a fucking fact...”

Ethan Alexander: “Should we talk some more about the guys who we are going to destroy on Sunday, or should we save that for next time we come on camera?”

Andrew Watts: “I cum on camera too much man, I really have to stop before those get leaked… OH! You meant the other definition of coming on camera. Yeah dude, I have to take a big fucking shit right now, and Mikah took one earlier, and wow did our bathroom stink. Lets get out of here, i have to unleash… just like I am going to unleash on Casey and J2H, yeah… that’s right, I’m going to shit on you two pieces of garbage, get ready. I’d talk more but, fuck my stomach hurts… fucking cruise food.”

Watts grabs his stomach and hurries towards our locker room, he shits more than a fucking diarrhea laxative eating person, or whatever. I shake my head, well this was a fail. I look at at the camera, there wasn’t much more to say right now or do. But I had to give the fans something, what though?

Ethan Alexander: “Well, I guess Watts is going to go take a Casey, in other words he is going to go take a shit, in case big dumbass Casey Williams didn't catch on to that one. Ugh, I am over this. I just can't wait to step into that ring with fucking Casey and shut his big fat ass up once and for all. I guess it didn't work with the first Ultimate Sin, stomping his big ugly face into the fucking canvas, and covering him for the one, two, three. I guess Casey big bitch freight train of no pain Williams needs to get his face stomped on once more. Maybe he got some nice mouth to mouth from J2H after that match and it made him feel a little better. Only problem is, this time J2H will be laying right next to Casey, and not in the way that they are used to laying next to each other, not in bed, not cuddling, or whatever the fuck the big fat man and tiny Bieber man do in their spare time, but in hospital beds, with broken faces from the Ultimate Sin and the Highlight. I hope you boys came prepared, and I hope you both know some good plastic surgeons, because you are going to fucking need them after Watts and I are done with you. Step into the Danger Zone, and you're in big danger... once you enter the Danger Zone, you will never leave the same. Sunday, you douche bags learn that the hard way. I can't wait.”

Was there really much more to say? I didn't think so, I think we are good here honestly, right? Maybe one more thing? Maybe not? Ugh, I got it. I flipped up my middle finger on my right hand, right into the camera and then kicked the camera man right in the nuts. Casey likes low blows right? There is another one for you, gotta love taking those cheap shots, trust me… many more to come. I smirk as I walk away from the camera man who lays there, holding his junk, his camera on the floor. I wonder if Jenna is around, I could use some more porn style sex… that girl is one of a kind, one of a kind...


 
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Warning: The following RolePlay contains some FUCKED UP shit!

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Wow, talk about a body… what a piece of ass, jeez. I watched as she walked away. I looked to my right at Watts who was still sitting on the bench press machine just waiting for me to go back to spotting him, I was sick of the gym for the day, I had other things I wanted to do right now.... but Watts just, never stopped when it came to preparing for a big match, or any match really. Fuck it, I chased after her, thinking about my penis and not really think about Watts, his bench pressing, or our match. Plus, Watts was getting some vag whenever he wanted it and well... I wasn't. He could focus on working out easier because he was getting it and didn’t have to worry about getting it, but I couldn't… not with smokin’ hot chicks walking by us every five minutes. I couldn't take it anymore. I caught up to her, shouting towards her, her back still facing me as she continued to walk, I spoke without thinking… probably killing any chance I had...

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Hey, tits... where you going?"

She stopped walking, slowly turning around to face me, just a few inches from me… and I was right, her tits were definitely… wow. Talk about a sports bra, and… must be a little bit cold because, some things were pointing at me, if you catch what I am saying. The look on her face however wasn’t exactly a happy one, more so a look of disgust.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“Ha… excuse me?!"

I placed my hand on my hip, I probably didn’t make the best expression, but she kind of just stood there… waiting an explanation as if she wanted to talk to me or something. I had on a white DZ cutoff and a pair of black and white Adidas track pants. I smirked as I replied to her.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“You’re the sexiest thing I have seen since moving here, and I would do ANYTHING to get to know you a little bit better..."

Her confidence grew a bit with my compliment and she sported a cocky smirk, staring at me as she nodded her head.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“Oh really now? And where have you moved her from…?”

I get a bit more confident as well, she was actually continuing the conversation, I mean… who could blame her? I was by far the best looking guy in this gym.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I’m originally from Wisconsin, but with my work I travel all over. My stay is in Las Vegas for now though, and I shouldn’t be leaving here any time soon."

She nodded her head, still smirking as she crossed her arms across her double D… or bigger, sized chest.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“Travel a lot eh? Hmm, you don’t look like a businessman because of the long hair, I would say model, but judging by a few of the cuts and bruises that you have on your fists and one or two on your face as well, I would put that out of the picture as well. Either you’re a drug dealer, or some kind of MMA fighter...”

She was pretty damn close, except my occupation was MUCH better than that of an MMA fighter. I nodded my head, letting her know she was close, but not close enough.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“MMA fighter eh? Pretty close, I am actually a professional wrestler… I wrestle for Sin City Wrestling, I am sure you have heard of them?"

She nods her head, her smirk turning into more of a casual look now as we continued on our conversation.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“Yeah, of course… I have actually even caught a few shows, you know… before this whole World tour started going on, I watch from time to time on TV too, but I don’t recall seeing you. You must be new or something, I guess? Rook?”

I chuckle at the sound of someone calling me a rook, especially someone who seemed to just be a casual watcher and not an actual superfan of wrestling. I shook my head, a smirk crossing my face as I replied.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Rook,eh? That is kind of funny. I am a bit new to Sin City, but I am definitely no rook. I have been in the professional wrestling business for quite some time now, and I definitely know my way around in between those ropes. Speaking of models though, looking like you do, and a body like that… tell me, you a model?"

She chuckled, shaking her head as she responded.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“Model? Ha, yeah… not so much, not exactly. Anyways, I have to hit the showers...”

She was about to enter the women's locker room when I placed my hand on her upper shoulder, spinning her around to come face to face with me. I playfully push her back into the white drywall behind her, my forearm pushed against the wall above her head as she gives me a dirty look. I smirk and raise my voice just a little bit, not yelling… more so trying to be seductive I guess.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I think maybe you should forget that shower here, who wants to shower in a public place anyways? I have a HUGE shower back at my apartment, and it definitely has room for the two of us… plus, I could use a shower myself..."

I was waiting for a slap, a kick in the nuts, something that would be expected here… but I didn’t get any of those things. In fact, I got treated with silence as she just kind of stared at me. She doesn't say anything. I shake my head and just as I go to turn around she grabs me by my arm, slowly and a bit seductively walking around me and standing in front of me, biting her bottom lip lightly as she looks up at me with that sexy up look.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“So… how far is this apartment of yours…?”

Wow, was this really fucking happening? I tried my hardest not to show how excited I was, I was going to get some... at least it fucking seemed that way. I have been so busy since joing SCW that I literally haven't even had the chance to flirt with a girl, and here I am... first attempt in Vegas, at a local gym that Watts brought me to, and it was working... but, FUCK I was still staying here with Watts and Desiree in his apartment in Las Vegas, and also... he drove the two of us here, what the hell do I do... I turn around and look back at Watts, he had someone spotting him as he pumped iron,, putting up monster bench press numbers as usual. But… all I could think right now was thank god Watts told me he had forgotten his keys in his car because I wasn't missing out on what I was about to hear. I looked down at her, very fit, most likely works out at the gym often, great shaped breasts and nice blonde hair with a few streaks of a lighter and darker blonde mixed in as well, highlights or whatever I guess..

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“5 minutes away, you ready?"

She shrugged a shoulder, grabbing me by my DZ cutoff, near the chest area, pulling me a few steps closer to her as she continued to look up at me and into my eyes... wow was she sexy. I felt something growing in my track pants, trying to make sure it stayed down or at least not visible as she responded in a sexy voice, a bit of a naughty tone to her voice.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“So… what are we waiting for Mr… Wrestler...”

She said with a wink as I nodded my head, I couldn't wait to see those pokey nipples out of the shirt, but obviously that wasn't the only thing I was looking forward to. I almost felt bad for leaving Watts here considering it's his car, and we are here together... but all I had to do was think of the reason I was ditching him, and it no longer bothered me. I placed my hand on her lower back and began to walk towards the back door. I didn't want to go out the front because that would mean passing by Watts and that wouldn't work.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“You’re going to love my shower, it’s fucking amazing… you’ll feel cleaner than you’ve ever felt before, that’s a promise."

She smirked, a naughty smirk as she replied to what I had to say.

â–¼ Gym Girl - Brittany â–¼
“Hmm, and who said I wanted to be clean? I had every intention of being pretty… well, dirty with you.”

She chuckled lightly as we got to the door and I pushed it open, we walked all the way around the building to the front where Watts had parked his car, I didn't even bother making it a point that we could have gone out the front door, or why I avoided it. I just knew that I was about to SIN... but, hey... SINNING is what I do best, isn't it? Poor Watts, he can always walk home or something, it's probably only about a 40 minute walk anyways. I was about to have the time of my life with this one, talk about a steal, I'm a fucking Champion.

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So SCW World Tag Team Championship match, eh? This guy ripped apart the Champions with Watts a few weeks back, not anything special there I mean… it’s just worthless Steve Ramone and garbage Joshua Acquin. Lets not forget that we also have Tiger One and Tiger Two in this match. Who could forget them anyways? They’re so big, noticeable, and… bad! I mean, Watts basically whooped them on his own when he teamed with Kaelin a few weeks back against them, and we all saw what happened when Danger Zone took on the Tiger Crew just two weeks ago as well. I have continued to torture these two teams, along with Watts, and that torture is something that will continue on in our No Holds Bared Elimination Tag Team match… what a workout I just had, I wiped a bit of sweat off of my forehead, running my hand back through my hair. I was dressed in a white tanktop, and a pair of blue Express jeans. I finally made my way through the Sin City Wrestling Headquarters second floor, where the news room was located and approached the elevator. As I was waiting for the elevator, I felt a tap on on my shoulder… oh God..

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Oh boy, what now?"

I smirked, confidently turning around as I came face to face with quite the sexy one. She looked familiar, I knew she was a reporter… she wasn’t Titty McGee, or Rocky Mountains or whatever. This was that other interviewer, Pussy whatever her name is. I nodded my head, cracking a half smile at the sexy MILF looking woman who stood before me. She went off like a broken record as she began to talk, jeez..

â–¼ Pussy Willow â–¼
“Ethan! What are your thoughts on everything going on in the SCW Tag Team division as of late? Watts and yourself have solidified a spot in the division and now have SCW World Tag Team Championship shots! How do you feel about being in a Championship match in just your third match here in SCW? Are you excited? Can you explain to us exactly what it feels like already being one of the most talked about Superstars in the SCW? How are you taking all of this in?!”

Holy shit I thought to myself, what the hell was this woman on? Whatever it was, give me some of it. I wasn’t about to do another interview, but hmm… maybe talking with her, and you know… saying a few things about my upcoming match might just get me a little bit of a chance to… do some more interesting stuff with her, if you catch my drift there. I smirk, looking around, it was pretty quiet around, just me and Ms. Pussy… sounded like a good new nickname for her, Ms. Pussy. I nod my head as I look at her, she was waiting eagerly for me to respond to everything she just saying… and I honestly was lost and forgot every fucking word of it..

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Wait sorry, slower next time… what the hell did you even just say?"

She didn’t really seem mad, didn’t really seem offended, she kind of just smiled, throw her gold locks back behind her shoulders and she looked forward at me again and continued speaking, as if I wasn’t just a complete dick to her… which honestly, I pretty much was, unintentionally to, sort of.

â–¼ Pussy Willow â–¼
“Ethan, you and Watts have showed nothing but pure dominance in the Tag Team division since you joined Sin City Wrestling and now you find yourself in a no disqualifications elimination tag team match for the Sin City Wrestling World Tag Team Championships, how do you feel about that? Give us a few words on your thoughts about everything...”

I chuckle, nodding my head… any thoughts? More like too many thoughts. I had so much shit I could say about these losers that Watts and I were about to face, I could probably write a best selling novel on what we were going to do to them. I guess I’d better try and keep it short, as if that was possible. I ran my hand through my hair, resting it on my upper back and shoulder as I replied to Ms.Pussy’s question, well… questions...

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Well Ms. Pussy, you have one thing that is certainly 100 percent correct in your question there. You mentioned that ever since I signed the dotted line here in SCW, all I have done is dominate the fucking SCW Tag Team Division with my partner Andrew Watts, and that ain't no lie, not at all. Of course, in my debut match I dominated Old Skool, it was honestly sad to watch because... the dude stood no chance, but it didn't stop there. Acquin and Ramone won the SCW World Tag Team Championships, probably the biggest accomplishments they have ever made, and will ever make here in the SCW and probably in their sad pathetic lives as well. And what happened to them when they won them? They ran into Watts and myself backstage, and they took one hell of a beating, one hell of a beating. Acquin was out, Ramone was out, they didn't even see it coming... seems like a lot of people around here don't see things coming, until it's a little bit too late. I guess everyone in SCW just likes to walk around with their guard down, which makes everything Watts and I plan, that much easier."

I pause for a second, taking a short breath and as I pause, I think that Ms. Pussy thought that I may have been done talking or something, or that her question or questions were completely answered, because she started to ask a next one. But, shit I was only taking a breather, I was just getting started… and I had PLENTY more to say about what she had just brought up to me...

â–¼ Pussy Willow â–¼
“I see, hmm… well then what about...”

And before she could finish saying what she had to say, before she even got close really. I cut her off. I took my short breather, exhaling as I continued on, Ms. Pussy stopped talking and just listened in, I mean… what was she going to do, cut in and interrupt me? Of course not...

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"You saw the beat down right? I mean it was gorgeous... Acquin didn't see it coming and bam! I hit him with the Welcome to Las Vegas, he hit the ground like a fucking sack of potatoes and then I look up and see Ramone get nailed in the temple by a fucking huge right hook from Watts. I couldn't help but hit him with a devastating knee to the gut and then Watts knocked his ass out with his own SCW World Tag Team Championship! Talk about a beat down... and to be a dick, I sort of rubbed Acquin's face into the ground with the bottom of my boot, it was pretty sexy if you ask me... and as we all know, it did not stop there, not at all. The following week Watts and I decided to, you know... fuck with the Tag Team Champions a bit more, and we did just that. We made sure that we found their locker room doors, and well.. we had some old school Danger Zone style fun with them, yes we fucking ide. Watts pissed all over Steve Ramone's door, the door handle, under the door and into the locker room, everywhere... and then tagged it with the DZ logo with a spary can bottle. Me? I one upped him by shooting my load in my locker room and making sure I got every single last drop of it covering the door handle of Joshua Acquin's door knob... I bet opening his locker room door that night was a bit of a... sticky situation. Hey, you don't fuck with Danger Zone, not that they really even fucked with us... but, you don't get in our way..."

Ms. Pussy nods her head as she goes to ask something, or say something else...and lets just say it was the same outcome as last time.

â–¼ Pussy Willow â–¼
“That is pretty, well… I have to be honest, that is...”

Before she could say how disgusting it was, or whatever she was going to say, maybe sexy, who knows… maybe she was a freak of some sort. I cut her off once again, and surprisingly she didn’t seem irritated at all, not angry one but, she just stood there and continued to listen to me as I ranted on and on about Danger Zone, and all of the great things we have done lately.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"And, as we all remember... it didn't end there either. Tiger Two and Joshua Acquin had a match that night. I call him Tiger Two because I honestly don't even know the difference between the fuckers, I thought they were the same fucking guy until I realized that they were two different idiots when I saw them side by side once, either way... not like either of them matter, they're just tigers, a couple of pussies to be exact. So I am watching this boring match, listening to the fans boo, listening to the sound of crickets because it was that boring... and I got a brilliant idea, and then I made my way out to the ring... making sure my music played so that my presence was definitely felt, and I made my way to the fucking announce table with Simone and Adams, and man did we have a good fucking time together. Those two are really something, I'll tell ya, I enjoyed my 2 minutes of time with them. And then after a few minutes, the perfect opportunity arose, and I made sure to make the most of it. I took off my headset, walking around the announce table as I slid into the ring. There was a steel chair already inside the ring and it was laying on the canvas. I picked it up, steel chair in hand as I looked at Acquin and then looked at Tiger Two. Ramone and Tiger One were outside arguing, and it was distracting Jasmine St John or whoever the fuck the referee was during that match. Then, I made my pick. Tiger Two turned around, and I played catch with him, I tossed him the chair and bam! Welcomed him to Las Vegas just as he caught the chair! I slid out of the ring, along with the chair as I left Tiger Two completely knocked out in the center of the ring and Acquin picked up the victory, thanks to me of course... this started to build some bad blood between the pussies and the Tag Team Champions, just the way Watts and I like it."

I pause for a second, and of course just as I pause… Ms. Pussy decides to start fucking talking right again, can’t she tell this is my show right now? And even though she is supposed to be the interviewer here, I just want to fucking say my fucking shit, get it done and over with, I mean… come on woman, I am almost fucking done here and you just go on and start talking again.

â–¼ Pussy Willow â–¼
“All of this is very true Ethan, so basically what you are telling everyone is...”

I cut her off again, and this time she seemed a bit… not too happy about it. Oh well, I wasn’t one to ever give a fuck about what other people thought, or felt. It was about me… me… me… and of course, me… and maybe Watts a little… but mainly… me. I shake my head, chuckling a bit... this was kind of funny, but at this point, I kind of just wanted to get it done and over with.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"So... I screwed over Tiger Two and helped out Acquin, that is what it looks like, right? Wrong. I just made sure that the pussies, aka tigers... knew that there is a new team in the Sin City Wrestling, and that Danger Zone doesn't fuck around. Acquin and Ramone, they're alright, they think they have something going for them and it is pretty cute, only problem is, they are about to have a big reality check when they face us in the SCW World Tag Team Championship match. The pussies, ROAR, tigers, whatever you want to call the. They already got their reality check, and that was just a taste of it... they faced Watts and I one on one, and they got their asses handed to them. They were about to be finished off too, it was Highlight time, everything was perfect. But of course the SCW World Tag Team Champions tried to take a page out of the book of Danger Zone and tried to screw Watts and me out of the win, except they totally fucked up and knocked out one of the Tigers, making our win that much more easier... as if we even needed the fucking help. ROAR already fell to Danger Zone once, ROAR has fallen to Andrew Watts twice... and it seems that ROAR and the SCW World Tag Team Champions keep going back and forth, because they are both just so bad that neither can gain an advantage. Watts and myself had front row seats for that Acquin and Tiger Two match last week. We decided to keep thing nice and calm, and let them duke it out, and they did...and it was a shit show, talk about a boring ass match that nobody wanted to see. The fans were just waiting for Watts and myself to get involved and make their night, but we played it cool... we figured, save it for the Tag Title match basically. I just think it is funny, these two teams really think that they have a chance against Danger Zone... when it is clear that each and every week lately, Danger Zone has had the upper hand on both of them, over and over again... not to mention that they have to not only pin ONE member of Danger Zone... but BOTH of us if they want to walk out Champions. In other words? That shit ain't fucking happening. No DQ... a lot of SINNING will be going on... I hope you can forgive me Ms. Pussy, because I think you're VERY attractive... but you'll see a different side of me in this match... you'll see the ULTIMATE SIN…"

Ms. Pussy doesn’t say anything, she just stares at me as I look forward at her sexy body, confidence glowing in my eyes. This was definitely one that I was going to try on, but I could tell by the way she carried herself and just by her attitude and her looks, the way she dressed, she wasn’t going to be an easy one to get in the sack… but after winning the SCW World Tag Team Championships, that would be my next goal… Ms. Pussy Willow, riding on Mr. Alexander, you can count on that. I winked at her, as my right hand shot up to her cheek, pinching it playfully as I walked by her and made my way back towards the elevator that I was trying to get into earlier. She stood there, watching me as I walked with confidence. I couldn’t wait to step into the ring with these guys, I couldn’t wait to show everyone that Danger Zone is fucking legit… and I sure as hell couldn’t wait to have the SCW World Tag Team gold wrapped around my waist. Soon… very… very… soon. Oh, and you can count on it.

 
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I finally get to go back in the ring, it has been a long… long as fuck 9 and a half, nearly 10 months… but it was well worth returning. Not only do I get to beat the living hell out of some nobody in my debut match, but I also get to reform the most dominant Tag Team in Wrestling History, Danger Zone. Everyone is talking about this Old Skool idiot, about his experience here in SCW, about how that will give him the upper hand against me, woohoo, good for him. This week at Climax Control I face him in the opening match, and I get to shut up everyone claiming he is going to come out victorious against me. I smirked, sitting there on the maroon velvet lounge chair, the purple and red spotlights flashing throughout the club… club, if that’s what they even call these places. Confidently, I look around, checking out a few of the cute cocktail servers that were working, walking around with trays of drinks, passing them out to low life old men who had nothing better to do than this. I reached into the right pocket of my True Religion Ricky Straight grey shade jeans, I pulled out my iPhone 6, placing it on my right thigh. I pulled down my white button down Armani Exchange shirt a bit, as I clicked my black and white size 14 Pumas against the floor. I turned my head to see a new girl taking the stage. Lexxxy; typical stripper name, especially when you spell it with not one, or two… but three x’s. I turned my attention back to the more classy side of the place, staring around. It was a gorgeous place, a place I didn’t mind visiting at all, and a place that I was quite happy to have an investment in.

â–¼ Cocktail Server | Bri â–¼
"Mr. Alexander, is there anything I could get for you?"

I gave her a confident smirk, shaking my head.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"I am doing just fine… I would be doing a bit better if maybe you pull up your shorts just a LITTLE bit? I think it would make you more tips too."

â–¼ Cocktail Server | Bri â–¼
"Hmm, I think you might get exactly what you ask for!"

The airheaded blonde turned around with a smile, pulling up her jean shorts as the lower crease between her ass cheeks and upper legs pops out of her shorts. I smirk, leaning back and grabbing my nearby drink, Grey Goose and soda. I lift it to my lips, taking a sip of it, before returning it back to the nearby coaster that sat on my circular table just a few inches from my chair. I looked around, waiting for someone, instead I was approached by someone else. Athina, a stripper… erm, dancer who went by the nickname of The Greek Goddess of Ass… and if you saw her bubble butt, you would know exactly why. She approached me, wearing a pair of super short yoga shorts, and a white bra that looked somewhat fancy, probably from Victoria’s Secret or something. She had a smile that could light up the room on her face, her perfectly white teeth shining at me as I cracked a smile at her.

â–½ Exotic Dancer | Athina â–½
"Ethan! How are you? I haven’t seen you here in a long while! Can I join you for a few?”

The smile doesn’t leave my face, this one wasn’t like the other strippers. She had class, innocence… the only reason she did it was because she desperately needed the money and couldn’t find it anywhere else. It was sad what some people had to go to just to make a living, I sort of had a soft spot for her, her personality just so different than the other bitches who flaunt their fake tits around thinking they are the world’s top porn stars… when in reality, they are nothing. I pat my hand against the cushion next to me, the seat big enough for two… maybe even three people. She smiled as she walked towards the chair, sitting down and throwing her arms around my neck, giving me a huge hug.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"It’s nice to see you too Athina, how are things going around here for you?"

Athina smiled, shrugging a shoulder as she stared me in the eyes, answering my question.

â–½ Exotic Dancer | Athina â–½
"Well it doesn’t get any better ever, that much is for sure. What about you? I heard you started umm… wrestling again? Is that true?”

She questioned as I nodded my head.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"You heard correctly beautiful, I started wrestling again… and I am going to be right back where I left off… finding myself kicking some major ass. I have a small tune up match this Sunday, but before you know it… I will have some gold around my waist as well. I can’t wait to smash some heads."

Athina’s teeth squeezed together, not really one who liked the sound of any kind of violence, funny considering the place she worked in had just that… and quite often.

â–½ Exotic Dancer | Athina â–½
"Yikes! Ethan be careful, I would definitely not want to hear anything about you getting hurt, okay?”

I chuckle, as I shake my head and respond to her.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Athina, you are something else… you have nothing to worry about, especially me. I don’t get hurt, I do the hurting."

â–½ Exotic Dancer | Athina â–½
"Well that sounded like some kind of cheesy sex pick up line...”

Athina smirked, biting her bottom lip as I let out a slight chuckle and responded.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Who said it wasn’t?"

I laugh jokingly, even though she was innocent, she did still have that dirty girl mentality… but honestly what girl didn’t nowadays? If anything, it was bad to not have a dirty mind in the world that we live in… at least that is the way I view things. She smacked her hand against my chest, letting out a light giggle.

â–½ Exotic Dancer | Athina â–½
"Oh shush it. Anyways, I am on in 15 so I better go get dressed… well, undressed.”

Athina’s face didn’t look exactly excited as she stood up, looking down and giving me a half wave.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Hold on a second..."

I stood up reaching into my back pocket as I pulled out a few crisp hundred dollar bills. I reached out, handing them to Athina who was a bit hesitant.

â–½ Exotic Dancer | Athina â–½
"Wha… what is that for? Ethan I gave two private shows last night, my legs hurt, I don’t want to do another...”

I shake my head, placing the money in her hand and closing her hand as I look down at her.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"I don’t want a private show goofball. Let’s just say I might be busy during your show so… umm, we can call that my tip to you."

She smiled, looking a bit happy again as she threw her arms over my shoulders and around my neck.

â–½ Exotic Dancer | Athina â–½
"Thank you Ethan! Come around more often? Please? Not because of the tip, because you’re one of the few normal people who actually comes around this dump.”

I give her a light hug before she pulls away from me, staring me in the eyes for a few seconds.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"I will, I’ll try… just do me a favor Athina… try getting out of this place, the sooner you can, the better for you. You’re a smart girl, you can do better than this, even if the money isn’t as good. You’ll figure it out."

She nodded her head, smiling at me as she turned around, tucking the money I gave her into her C cup bra… she was one of the only girls around here who didn’t have fake enhanced tits, and believe it or not she probably has the nicest of them all. What? Of course I look, who wouldn’t? I watch her as she walked towards the dressing room, like I said… soft spot for that one, mainly because she didn’t belong in this place, not this type of job, it wasn’t her. I shrugged a shoulder as I reached down, grabbing my drink. The ice was melted, the soda water was watered down and the Grey Goose was nearly non existent. I took a sip, tasted like straight water with a bit of carbonation. I placed it back onto the coaster as I stood their, hands on my hips. Where was he? I exhaled, waiting for a few seconds, before being tapped on the shoulder from behind by someone.

â–² Voice â–²
"I heard I could maybe find you here, so I’ve been coming here every night… for 4 months. About time, Ethan..."

I kept my back to him for a few seconds, it wasn’t the person that I was supposed to be meeting. Instead it was someone else, a voice I could never forget, I knew who it was the second he began to speak. Even over this shitty song “Confident” by Justin Bieber that was blasting throughout the club, I still recognized the voice instantly. It was someone I hadn’t seen or talked to in a long… long time, and I really don’t know why he was even trying to get back into my life. 4 months? Couldn’t he have waited another 4 months? Or 4 years or something? I sighed, reaching down and grabbing my drink, downing the whole watered down disgusting beverage in one sip as I let it fall back down to the table, before turning around and coming face to face with… my father. This was going to be one hell of a long night. Someone better bring me another drink, and it better be a double.

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Camera: On
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I guess some shit is better left unsaid right? You know like… 90 percent of the shit that people said nowadays. I had just got done watching some old promos cut by Old Skool, and all I could think was… “what the fuck?” I shook my head, exhaling. I had just left my locker room. I was getting a quick body weight workout in. 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 white Adidas basketball shorts and a pair of white and black sandals. I turned a corner, and guess who it was… one of the few SCW interviewers that I was actually familiar with, and the only reason? Because Watts talks about her and her gigantic tits all the time. Lets just say he wasn’t lying, holy Rocky Mountains… wow!

★ Ms. Rocky Mountains ★
"Ethan! What do you know, I know your teammate Watts very well, now I get to meet you as well!."

I reply in a sarcastic tone to her, placing my hands on my hips as I stare forward at her, she’s lucky she was pretty good looking.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Yeah, what do you know… let me guess The Titty Monster interview?"

★ Ms. Rocky Mountains ★
"Well if you’d like to, I would love to!"

I nod my head, fuck it… why not, I really just wanted some water right now after my workout, but I guess that would have to wait.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Yeah, that’s fine. I kind of have a few things I want to get off of my chest anyways."

Of course with the mention of my chest, The Titty Monster’s eyes begin to wander away from my face. I shake my head as I snap my fingers, motioning for her to look up as she blushes a bit, biting her bottom lip and talking in a slightly embarrassed tone.

★ Ms. Rocky Mountains ★
"Right, the interview. Okay! Well… last week was good, last week you um...!"

I cut her off, her mind was clearly elsewhere… I guess I would just finish her sentence for her, assuming I already knew what she was planning on asking me.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Last week, yes… I see that many people have already been talking about me quite a bit since I made my first appearance in SCW at the latest Climax Control show. Good to know that I am already creating such a buzz in the SCW Universe… hey, who can blame them? I am amazing."

I could feel it, I was glowing with confidence, a smile that screams arrogance on my face, my eyes focused on the cameras before me. I pause for a moment, before I continue on with my talking.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"I mean I barely did anything last week, I had what… maybe three minutes of camera time and already I am one of the most popular wrestlers here in SCW. Shit, I think I am pretty accomplished already here, and I haven’t even begun to try yet. Imagine what is going to happen when I actually start kicking some ass, going to be pretty insane now isn’t it Titty Monster?"

The Titty Monster nodded her head, seemingly going in and out of attention towards me as I spoke. I don’t think it was so much that I was boring her, I think it more so had to do with the fact that I was pretty sure that she had a crush on me… and it probably didn’t help any that I was sweaty, hot, and not wearing a shirt right now. The Titty Monster cleared her throat before speaking.

★ Ms. Rocky Mountains ★
"Of course… well, this week you debut against SCW’s Old Skool! He has been around quite some time and is very experienced here in SCW. How do you feel about this challenge? How do you plan to prepare for such a big match?"

The Titty Monster looks straight at me as she asks me these pointless, stupid questions. I shake my head, a smirk on my face… obviously she hasn’t seen me in action before. That or she is just trying to be modest. I nod my head, hands on my hips as I look forward at The Titty Monster and respond to her question.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Wow, what kind of questions are those honestly? Obviously I am aware that I am facing Old Skool, pretty sure I get notified of that kind of thing before anyone else, before you, before everyone. Honestly, do you think it matters that he is experienced in SCW, or that he has been here longer than me? That has no say in anything in our match, honestly… what does experience really mean? I have wrestled all over the world, just because I haven’t ever wrestled in an SCW ring, it doesn’t mean I am less experienced than this nobody I am going to be going head to head with. I mean… look at someone like LeBron James and someone like Carlos Boozer. Boozer has more experience in the NBA, he is older, right? Does that mean he can take LeBron? Of course not, LeBron would absolutely destroy him anytime, and anywhere."

The Titty Monster continues to look straight at me as I let my opinion known… not really an opinion actually, more so letting my facts known. I slightly chuckle, pausing for a short second, before I continue on answering part B and part C of her question… or whatever..

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"How do I feel about this “challenge” eh? I didn’t realize it was a challenge honestly. As far as I was aware, this is just a fucking tune up match, to get me used to being back in the ring again. This is far from a challenge for me… it’s just me getting back in the ring, showing everyone what I am capable of, and making Old Skool look amazing… how will he look amazing? Because getting his ass whooped all around that ring on Sunday at Climax Control is going to be the fucking highlight of his career, that is how….”

The Titty Monster continues to look at me as I continue talking. My voice growing a bit more confident as I continue on about Old Skool and this so called challenge of a match.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"And I won’t be preparing any different either Big Tits McGee… trust me, I prepare the same for every match, for every task, my workout hasn’t changed in years… and as you can see, it is clearly doing it’s job quite right. I mean, look at this fucking body, is it not? Yeah, that’s right, it is.”

The Titty Monster nods her head. She thinks for a while, trying to think of something to ask me… but it seems she is having a hard time coming up with something. Maybe if she wasn’t so focused on my body and how amazing I look, she would have a bit of an easier time coming up with a question. I cross my arms across my chest, and that didn’t help as she instantly takes interest in my arms, of course. Finally after a few seconds of silence, she blurts out one more question.

★ Ms. Rocky Mountains ★
"Uh… hmm… okay, well I can’t think of much more, so I guess I can just end this with the typical question. Is there anything else you want to say heading into your debut match here in SCW against Old Skool?”

The Titty Monster shrugged her shoulders as she ends the question. I guess I could find something more to say about this nobody, basically. I smirk, letting my hands fall back to my sides, placing them on  my hips as I continue to stare forward. I pause for a second, not really saying anything as I think, making sure what I say works out completely smooth… and it does. I respond to her question, still smirking as I continue to look forward at her.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Well, yeah, I guess I can say a few more things… I can always say a few more things. Unlike Watts, I actually like talking about shit, and talking shit about my opponents. Watts does a great job at it, don’t get me wrong… he just dreads doing it. I on the other hand, piece of fucking cake, so here we go…”

I take a short breath, looking forward at The Titty Monster still. She was waiting patiently as I continued to smirk, my hands still on my hip… sweat still dripping down the sides of my face from my workout a few minutes ago in my locker room. I continue on with what I was talking about.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Lets be honest here... Old Skool hasn't won a match in SCW in... God knows how long. Of course I did some research on him, I would be fucking stupid not to, and well... I wasn't impressed, in fact I was almost insulted... being booked against someone so shitty in my first match here in SCW. But whatever, I guess I just get to send a message here, a nice... easy... dominant message.”

I run my hand back through my hair, a bit wet… a mixture of sweat and water as I pull my hand back through my hair. I let my hand hit my side again, placing it back on my hip as I continue on with what I was saying.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"So... Old Skool calls himself the "SIN-Sational One" funny, interesting... because he steps into the ring with the Sin City Daredevil this week... however of the two of us so called SINNERS... the only one who will be feeling any kind of SIN will be Old Skool, because when I hit him with the Ultimate Sin, there will be no turning back... all he will feel is the vibration as the referee's hand hits the canvas... once... twice... and then a third time.”

I continue to smirk confidently, running both of my hands back through my damp hair once more as they meet at my chest, crossing my arms across it. Ms. Titty Galore was still pretty focused on me, and didn’t seem to be bored one bit… either I still had it when it came to talking, or she was just obsessed with my body… or a mixture of both. Time to finish this thing off though because… I am getting a bit bored myself.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"So at Climax Control, this tiny, wannabe wrestler named Old Skool will realize what it is like to make the biggest mistake of your life. Because when you step into the ring with the Daredevil, you don't step out the same, ever again. They call me the Rebellious One for a reason, and that is because I am a Rebel... I am a part of Danger Zone for a reason... and that is because I fear no danger... I will go to all limits to win, and I WILL win. This undersized so called technical wrestler is going to regret the day he signed his contract here in SCW... and that reason being the fact that he would eventually step into the ring with Ethan Alexander. I hope nobody watching the show this Sunday is too religious because... oh boy do I plan to SIN... and SIN I will...”

I nod my head as I smirk at Ms. Rocky Mountains. I reach out with my right hand, pinching her left cheek playfully as I turn my back to her. I could feel her eyes staring all over my backside, as if she had some kind of laser eye vision that was burning into my back. I couldn’t help but confidently walk away, a cocky smirk on my face as I ran my hand back through my hair once more. Poor Old Skool… he has no idea what is going to happen this Sunday… on the bright side, I do… and I can’t wait to show everyone exactly who Ethan Alexander is… and why the SCW is about to change… forever...
 
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