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<Center>| Private | November 19, 2014 |
| Journal Entry |

”We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?. That is a quote I have always loved. Mainly because I am brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented, and of course fabulous. Even though that last word sounds a tad bit feminine, I still believe in it. Every time I hear that quote it makes me nod my head, and thank God for blessing me with such wonderful assets. Especially when I take a look around me at the world and see the horrors of some other people. It is truly sad how ugly, boring, fat, out of shape, and pathetic some of these people can really be. It almost makes me feel bad for them, but then I realize… I don’t give a fuck about them. Who are they to me? Exactly, nobody. But who am I to them? Psht, everybody… I am something, and they hate it, but as much as they hate it they also love it. They look up to me, they idolize me, and shit… some of them even wish that they were me. Who could blame them though? I don’t, fucking if I wasn’t me I would sure as hell want to be me. That is a fact, so I write it down.”

”It’s been a while since I have wrote anything in here, but the time seems right. I guess being away from the ring also means being away from the journal, but being back in the ring… or at least close to being back in the ring, must mean being back in the journal as well. Ahh, I missed this… being able to write about what was on my minds, writing about stuff I couldn’t say out loud, but could say to you. I guess writing in here is my way of escaping and man… I missed this. I missed all of it, writing in here, getting ready to get back into the ring, training, throwing people around, winning matches, winning championships. Now maybe I am getting a bit ahead of myself here but, then again maybe I am not. I’ve made it a point in my career that I am a big time player, and never has anyone thought otherwise… including myself.”

“I guess some people don’t see the point in writing in journals. I was always one of those people, honestly I thought it was stupid, and pointless. But now I have a completely different view on it. I think it is an amazing idea, something that anyone and everyone can and should do. I get lost in my writing sometimes and it really makes me realize who I am deep down inside… it helps me find me, find myself, and not give a fuck about what anyone else thinks. That is one thing I have always been good at, not giving a fuck… it’s a hard trait to take on it really is. But once you have it down and cleared, it is a fucking lethal trait.”

“Sometimes I go back and read my journal entries and I think to myself, what the fuck is this? I mean, it all makes sense to me, but if someone else were to go through it and read it, they’d honestly be completely lost. I guess that’s why they call them personal journals, because they are for your eyes and your eyes only. In this case, that means my eyes. I don’t think anyone would really get any of my writings anyways, nobody really gets me anyways… at least not anyone I know, with the exception of one person… but that person is no longer in my life, so it’s not like she… or it matters.”

“This Sunday I step back into the ring, it’s been a few short months… but I don’t believe I have lost a touch. I have been hitting the gym every day, sometimes twice a day and I am honestly in as good a shape as I have ever been in my life. I can’t wait to get in there and fucking do what I do best. Lose myself, but not in my writing this time… losing myself in the ring is a whole different story. When I step in there, I forget about everything else, and all I can think about is that moment… and where that moment will take me. It’s the best feeling in the world, and unless you have experienced it yourself, it is unexplainable. It’s why I do this, it’s why I love this, it’s who I am… I become one with the ring, the ring is me.”


Scene One | Off Camera
| Bienvenidos a Miami |


I exhaled, it felt amazing to be back in Florida. The weather in Cleveland just wasn’t doing it for me, I prefer the Miami sun over the Cleveland snow right now. My flight landed a few hours ago and I after heading to relax a bit at my beach condo in Miami, I decided to head out and check out what was new since the last time I flew down here. I loved the nightlife in this city, it never got old. But there was one thing that I loved more than that, and that is my bike. My 2011 Harley Davidson VRSCDX Night Rod Special, something I would greatly consider as the love of my life, something that would never see the crappy roads of Cleveland. When I was on this thing, everything else phased out, I could forget every problem or thought going on in my life, and just drive with a free and clear mind. Nothing felt better, and I mean nothing. I twisted the clutch, stepping down into first gear and I took off from the street light just as it turned green. Clutching again as I stepped up into second gear and continued to ride, hitting the throttle as the gorgeous breeze kept  me nice and cool while I rode. The moon was gorgeous, the sky full of stars, the strip full of neon lights, people, loud music, chattering, and the usual craziness of the city.I hit another red light as I came to a stop, my feet hitting the ground as I balanced myself on the bike while waiting for the light to hit green again. I looked to my right,

E11EVEN MIAMI - OPEN 24/7

This club looked new, it surely wasn’t here a few months ago when I took a ride down this street, but it looked impressive and it sure as hell looked busy. The light turned green and I figured to take a look, why not right? I turned right as I drove past the nightclub, interesting name, interesting look. I pulled into a nearby parking garage and found a quick spot. A car pulled out of one of the first rows and I quickly claimed it’s spot before anyone else could. I let my feet hit the ground once more as I turned off my bike, the engine slowly calming out. I ran my hand through my hair, exhaling as I pushed myself up off of my bike, hitting my kickstand and taking off my black leather gloves and pushing them into the back right pocket of my faded blue boot cut Diesel jeans. I sigh as I begin to walk towards the exit of the parking garage, making my way out onto the sidewalk as I continue towards the club. I walk past a few people, the sidewalk pretty crowded with all sorts of people, all ages, all races. I finally approach the club, noticing a long line, I’m not exactly one to wait in line. I walk past the line and just as I am about to head in for the door, I am cut off by one of the door security crew. He stood a few inches from me, blocking my way with his bulky, roided out frame.

| Door Security |
"Woah, what do you think you’re....?"

I shook my head and before he could finish his sentence I place a roll of cash into his right hand, closing it tight and cocking my head at him... He looks down, unrolling the money and then looking back up at me, I give him a smirk.

| Andrew Watts |
"We good?"

The roided out doorman nodded his head, his balloon like arms falling to his side… I swear if I had a needle with my I could give them one poke and they would explode into confetti or something.

| Door Security |
"Oh yeah brotha, we good… come on in."

I nod my head as he places the money into his back pocket and lets me walk right by him. I’d rather spend some extra money to get a speed pass rather than wait in line for half of the night. I enter the club and instantly the music begins pounding, “Blame” by Calvin Harris featuring John Newman Motion blasting throughout every speaker in the club, 30 minutes of this and anyone would have a migraine headache. I looked around and the club was packed; the dance floor was insane, the VIP sections crowded with big players, the bartenders running around like animals trying to serve people. This place must be a pretty big hit down here, that or I just picked the night to check it out.

| Andrew Watts |
"What the fuck am I even doing here?"

I thought to myself as I walk through the club a bit more. I came out for a ride on the bike and I end up alone in a club, go figure. Although I actually am not the type to go out on my own, at least not to a place like this. I shrugged my shoulders, unbuttoning one of the buttons of my white fitted French Connection UK dress shirt, the center of my chest popping out a bit more than the average guys. So I am a show off, at least I acknowledge it… can you blame me? I made my way towards a bar in the corner of the room that I notice is pretty empty. As I leaned up against the armrest, my forearms pressing against it.  I scoped down the bar out; not too many people seated or ordering at this spot, two bartenders, and a wide variety of bottles spread across the back bar.

| Bartender |
"Hey, what can I get you?"

A cute, busty blonde approached me as she leaned over the bar, showing off her double D tits and sharing a fake smile with me. I took a quick look at the pornstar looking hottie as I poked my tongue against the inside of my cheek, thinking for a second before replying.

| Andrew Watts |
"I’ll have a Corona, and two shots of Jack."

She nodded her head, not saying anything as she turned around, pushing open a cooler, pulling out a bottle of Corona and popping the cap off with a silver bottle opener that she popped out of her back pocket. She placed a lime into the top of the bottle, half of it still sticking out as she placed it down on the bar in front of me, and then turned her back to me while she poured the two shots. I pressed the lime into my beer, as it hit the bottom and then began to float back up, along with some foam. I took a quick sip of the beer; refreshingly cold, perfect for the weather in Miami.  I placed it back down on the bar, and the bartender turned around and placed two plastic shot cups in front of me, about halfway full of Jack Daniel’s whiskey. She looked up at me with a half fake smile, showing off her gorgeous white teeth.

| Bartender |
"Twenty Six."

I nodded my head, Miami was definitely more expensive than Cleveland… that’s one thing that was nice about the hometown, the prices. I reached into my back pocket, pulling out two crisp twenty dollar bills and handing it to the bartender.

| Andrew Watts |
”Keep the change."

She nodded her head and gave me a real smile this time as she turned around and I grabbed the two shots in one hand and my beer with the other. I looked around, seeing if anything caught my eye… and by that I obviously mean a female. Nothing too exciting yet, at least nothing that has excited me yet. I take another sip of my beer, standing there for a few seconds as I continue to scope out the club. Nothing interesting seems to be going on here, a few seconds pass and I feel someone tap me on the back of my shoulder. I turn around and standing about a foot away from me is the bartender, uh oh… what did I do this time? I smirk as I stare at her. She is a cute one; a pair of white jean shorts, and a black tanktop that definitely shows off her cleavage quite well… it’s obvious she takes pride in her tits.

| Bartender |
"Hey thanks for the nice tip, I appreciate it."

I cock an eyebrow as she speaks and when she finishes, I follow it up with a nod.

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

I stare down at her as she looks up at my, leaning in closer, and talking over the loud music.

| Bartender |
"So you saving that other shot for someone or are you going to give it to me?"

”The shot isn’t the only thing I want to give to you,” I think to myself with a smirk. She places a hand on her hip, smirking as I hand her one of the plastic cups. She clicked it against the cup in my hand and we both emptied the cups into our mouths, downing the whiskey. She smiled, grabbing my cup from me and placing it into hers, tossing the cups onto a nearby high top table. She looked forward at me as I took a sip from my beer.

| Bartender |
"My shift actually just ended, and I’ve been watching you since you walked up to my bar, you don’t really look that interested in this place… want to give me a ride home?"

I smirked, either this was way too easy, or she really just wanted a ride home, or both. I shrugged a shoulder, taking a sip of my beer and then placing the half empty bottle down on the same table that she had just placed the empty cups on.

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah, I’m not exactly into this place to be honest. Your place sounds a bit nicer..."

She arched an eyebrow, shaking her head.

| Bartender |
"I said you could give me a ride home, I never invited you in."

She rolled her eyes and then let out a light chuckle as she dug her fist into my gut.

| Bartender |
"Come on, let’s get out of here."

She cocked her head to the right as she began to walk in that same direction. I followed her, staring down at her ass, it was round and definitely knew how to fit into those jean shorts. Her legs were pretty tan, not too dark, but a nice tone. I checked her out for a bit more, as we made our way out of the club, the pounding of the music finally coming to an end as the club doors slammed shut behind us. She brought me out some side exit, much quicker than the one I came in through, not crowded at all. We walked out onto the sidewalk as she turned around and looked up at me.

| Bartender |
"So um, where is your car?"

I smirk, pausing for a second before answering her question.

| Andrew Watts |
”I never said I had a car..."

She looked up at me with a questioned look on her face as I chuckled lightly before continuing.

| Andrew Watts |
”Hopefully you like riding? Like on a Harley."

She crossed her arms across her impressive sized chest as she continued to look up at me, a half smile on her face as she replied with a smart assy attitude.

| Bartender |
"Depends, you a good driver?"

I shake my head as I look up towards the sky and speak sarcastically.

| Andrew Watts |
”Horrible driver..."

I look back down at her, raising my eyebrows as my tone returns back to normal.

| Andrew Watts |
”Yes, I’m a great driver. You’ll be perfectly safe, and you’ll love the ride."

”Both rides,” I think to myself, giving her a confident smirk.

| Bartender |
"Hmm, prove it then… let’s go."

I nod my head and I begin to walk, putting my arm against her lower back as I guide her along with me for a few seconds. I return my hand to my side as we continue to walk towards the nearby parking garage, she brings up the whole name conversation… and here I was hoping she would just continue on without any questions. But of course she had to start getting personal, typical woman.

| Bartender |
"So what’s your name?"

I smirk, placing my hands in my pockets as I continue walking alongside her.

| Andrew Watts |
”Andrew… Andrew Watts."

She nods her head, looking towards me as she walks.

| Bartender |
"You say that like you’re some kind of big shot or something… Mr. James Bond over here."

I chuckle at her comment, me a big shot? Eh, maybe…

| Andrew Watts |
”Well if you call a professional wrestler a big shot, then I guess yeah… I am."

She nods her head, biting her bottom lip before continuing.

| Bartender |
"Professional wrestler eh? Well I guess that explains that super body of yours..."

| Andrew Watts |
”I like the gym, not every professional wrestler is this fit."

| Bartender |
"Don’t get too big of an ego there, I’ve seen better."

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah but, this is all natural… most guys have shot something into their veins in order to get a body remotely close to this. Afraid to put in a little bit of hard work in at the gym."

We approach my bike as I make a stop, she looks at the bike and then turns back to look at me, she runs her hand across my chest as I smirk, flexing while she takes a step closer into me.

| Bartender |
"All natural eh? I guess that might be a liiiiittle bit impressive."

She speaks seductively as she drags her word. I smirk, nodding my head, I look down at her face, and then a bit further down from her face as well, time for me to make my smart comment of the night.

| Andrew Watts |
”So what about you? All natural?"

I smirk confidently as I look back up at her face, obviously talking about her huge boobs. She shakes her head, giving me the “jaw drop” look as she playfully smacks her hand against my shoulder and replies high pitch.

| Bartender |
"Yes! Pervert! Very natural thank you very much."

I laugh as I nod my head, if those are natural… I have to see them. I keep that thought to myself, almost losing myself in my thought for a second before snapping back to reality. She leans in towards me a bit more as I run my hands around her lower waist, placing them on the edge of her lower back. I am starting to like where this one is going.

| Andrew Watts |
”Natural huh? Now THAT is impressive."

| Bartender |
"You’re an asshole Mr. Andrew."

But before she can finish her little insult, she found her lips meeting mine. And after just a few seconds of our tongues tying the knot, I find my hands reaching lower, grabbing a handful of her ass, as I pulled her in closer to me and our kiss became even more aggressive, it was hot if you asked me. Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds, biting at each other’s lips for a while before she pushed herself off of me, smiling as she ran her fingers across her lips. She laughed slightly and then looked back up at me.

| Bartender |
"You never asked my name..."

She turned her back to me as she ran her fingers across my bike, I walked up behind her, placing my arms around her waist, locking my hands just above her waistline as I placed my chin a bit above her shoulder.

| Andrew Watts |
”I know… so, what’s your name?"

She didn’t respond right away, placing her right hand on mine, and looking back at me.

| Christina |
"Christina… with a C-H."

I smirk, isn’t that how most people spell it anyway?

| Andrew Watts |
”Well nice to meet you, Christina... with a C-H."

I smirked as I pushed my lips against hers again, her back pushing against my chest and her ass pushed back against me. I slowly inserted my hand into her shirt and made my way up onto her bra, grabbing and squeezing a feel… she was right, they were definitely all natural. She pulled her lips off of mine, placing her hand over her shirt and grabbing my hand which was still under her shirt, yelling out...

| Christina |
"HEY! We are in a parking garage… public place, and I barely know you."

| Andrew Watts |
”Afraid of a little publicity? Come on, it’s fun. You’ve never done it in public?"

| Christina |
"My self respect is a little bit too high to let you fuck me in a parking garage..."

She pauses for a second, pulling my hand out of her shirt as she turns around and faces me, she smirks confidently, throwing her arm up and around my neck as she looks up into my eyes.

| Christina |
"If you want it in public at least make it more romantic… like, I don’t mind having to wash some sand off of me afterwards..."

I arch an eyebrow as I run my hand up and down her back a couple of times.

| Andrew Watts |
”I have a condo right on the beach, if that’s really what you want."

| Christina |
"Don’t ask questions, I’m in the mood… you don’t want to ruin that, just take me there and well…”

She pauses for a second, looking up at me with a clever smile.

| Christina |
"Wrestle me.”

She winks at me, running her hand down my chest, to my stomach and grabbing me by the front of my jeans, leaning back into my bike and pulling me towards her. I smirk as I push her back lightly towards my bike, she lets go of me and I throw my leg up over my bike, to the other side. She hops on behind me, throwing her arms around my waist, pulling herself close to me as I rev the throttle a few times. She runs her hands up and down my thighs as I let the bike engine warm up for a second… well, I guess this was a success. For me at least, I just hope she’s as good as she looks. All I could think is how much I love my life sometimes, I smirk as I take off, and the rest of the night... it’s history, sexy history.


Scene Two | Off Camera
| Sin City Shit Show |


What to do what to do? I wander around in the backstage area, not really sure what to get myself into. I haven’t really met anyone around here and I am not too familiar with the facilities just yet. I sigh, my hands at my side as I look around at a few random backstage workers and helpers. I grab a cup of nearby coffee from a table with beverages, a woman standing behind the table, pouring cups and handing them out. I nod at her as I take a sip of it, not warm enough. I spit the coffee back into the cup as  I place it back on the table with the other cups of coffee, getting an awkward stare, followed by a slight gasp from the woman standing behind the coffee table.

| Andrew Watts |
"What the hell is your problem?"

She doesn’t respond, I shake my head as I begin to walk away from the table. I walk by a few more random people, nobody really catching my interest. I walk around the corner as I notice someone just a few feet away from be, bending over and looking into some papers or something. I check her out for a few seconds, the body looks great, at least from behind. Possibly a bit too tall for my liking, but wow did that ass make up for it. I take a few steps closer as I smirk, leaning against a nearby wall before I clear my throat and begin to speak.

| Andrew Watts |
"Need some help there, sweetheart?"

I smirk as she stands up, her back still facing me. The soft breath, reminiscent of a giggle, lets me know that she’s smiling, even though I can’t see it.  Her blonde hair falls down her back in tight curls as she adjusts her cream colored top, trying to hide the very visible tramp stamp, even though it is clear she isn’t ashamed.  She brushes a few strands of hair behind her ear, and her fascination with tacky jewelry becomes apparent to me.  After a few seconds, she turns around, and her doe like eyes are rather piercing.  She’s a bit heavy on the make up, but that smile seems to make up for it, until…

| Holly Wood |
"Well I could think of one… or two… or three… things you could help me with, sexy."

Her voice… her voice instantly pierces into my brain. Wait a second… what the… I rub my thumb and pointer finger into my eyes as I take a step back. I take a better look at her… at it… at… wow, all I can think about is how confused I am right now. I stare from head to toe, and I sort of start to realize something, I take a deep breath, my eyes opening wide as I stare back at this thing standing a few feet from me.

| Andrew Watts |
"Whoa, shit… sorry! Um, you… I… are you a…? What the… dude, wait.. "

I can’t exactly find the right words as I continue to slur through random words, literally finding myself at a loss for words as I continue to stare forward nearly in disbelief. She… or he… just stares back at me, and the silence makes it about ten times as awkward.  There is a hint of anger in her fiery eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest.  Boy, this dude really is convincing, even if that Adam’s Apple is about as obvious as they come.

| Holly Wood |
"First off, it is Holly Wood, and second… off!  Mz. Wood,  but only if you nasty!  So, unless you want to get nasty… which I wouldn’t mind… then Holly will be fine.  No he/she/what comments, kay?"

I arch an eyebrow, what the fuck is going on here? I eye her… or him up and down one more time, still trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I shake my head as I reply to her.

| Andrew Watts |
"So hold up, what exactly are you?"

I ask with a questioned look on my face, running my hand against the side of my head, wondering what this person does here in SCW. I take another deep breath as I stare forward at Holly Wood. She looks up at me again, removing her arms from her chest, and putting them on her hips.

| Holly Wood |
"What… am I?  I am fabulous.  I am drop dead gorgeous.  I am Holly Wood.  I’m lots of things.  Oh, and I’m an SCW referee and backstage interviewer."

I nod my head, still lost in all of this… I get the fact that she is heavily involved with SCW, but I still feel a bit lost.

| Andrew Watts |
"I see, kind of...but wait, no I don’t. I still don’t get it! What exactly is all of this?"

| Holly Wood |
"What is all of huh? I’m confused..."

He/She is confused? Damn right he/she is… I let out a slight chuckle, placing my hands on my hips as I nod my head and reply.

| Andrew Watts |
"You...confused? Yes, that you definitely are..."

I say with a smirk, hopefully not offending her, at least not too much… oh, like I even care. I laugh to myself as I lean against a nearby wall. If looks could kill, I would be in some deep shit right now, but it would have been worth it.

| Holly Wood |
"And apparently you are as well, what with that pup tent you got going on there, Mr. Watts..."

What? I look down, I don’t have a pup tent what is she smoking? I shake my head, I think to myself how disgusting this is, how horrible this is, how… right down my alley this could be… I thrived on moments like this, getting a chance to make pranks, jokes, or anything possible to make the situation even worse. So I decide to go ahead and make it even more awkward than it has to be.

| Andrew Watts |
"Hey, I mean… when you see a nice ass you can’t help but..."

I smirk confidently, as I slowly walk around her, staring at her, and making my way behind her, I look down, placing my thumb against my chin as I chuckle a bit. What the fuck was I doing? This was gross but… I had to have fun with it somehow.

| Andrew Watts |
"Who knows, I might just have to bend you over one of these tables one day… sometimes you just get in the mood, and nothing can stop you."

I nearly throw up in my mouth as I say those words, but I play it cool. I chuckle lightly again as I cross my arms over my chest, my confident smirk nearly tattooed on my face.  What surprises me next is when she leans down a little, pushing her backside against my crotch for just the slightest of seconds. All I can think is WHAT THE FUCK?!

| Holly Wood |
"Hey, it’s okay. It don’t make you gay.  Do you know how many straight men have gotten off to the mere image of all this?  If public displays are your thing..."

I stare down at the ass that is literally pushed up against my crotch, I take a step backwards, what the hell is going on. I’ve been in some awkward situations, and this one was way up there at the top of the list. I cover my eyes for a second, and then run my hand back through my hair as I take another step backwards. This one was starting to go a bit too far, I had my fun… but for some weird reason she… or he… or whatever, liked it.

| Andrew Watts |
"Umm, yeah.. you can stop bending over now though. I’m not gay, and what you have in mind may not make me gay either. But this pup tent, or whatever you called it… well it’s staying in it’s tent, and it’s not coming out until there is a nice, pink, wet vagina just inches away from it. Got it girl? Or… boy… or… whatever the hell you are… "

There is an exasperated sigh from Holly as she slowly leans back up to a full standing position.  She turns around and looks at me with disappointment, making my smirk come back to my face.  She looks down at my toned chest, and runs her dark red nails down my stomach, stopping just shy of my belt buckle before pulling away, thankfully.

| Holly Wood |
"I always liked a challenge.  Look, it’s okay if you’re not ready, but until you are… I heard Delia’s throwing her pink cookie at any man who is dating her enemy. Maybe you could hook up with any girl in the locker room, and the French tart would be on you like white on rice."

I nod my head, taking a step back and adjusting my belt buckle, making sure it is tight and secure.

| Andrew Watts |
"I don’t really have a problem with finding the pink… cookie, or whatever you called it. But thanks for the advice. Anyways... umm, it was nice meeting you? I think? I have to go now… I’ll hopefully not see you around..."

| Holly Wood |
"Alright, sexy.  Remember, when you're ready, I’ll be waiting.  Tah tah for now..."

I shake my head, what the hell was that? But there is still one thing that was running through my head… why does this thing have the ass of a female porn star? I begin to walk by her, stopping as I just pass her. I look back at her ass one more time, and… fuck, my hand slaps right against it, squeezing a cheek. I mean, hey I had to see for myself.I quickly retrieve my hand as I continue walking, it definitely felt like a female, but that voice… the voice told me otherwise. I turn the corner, reaching my locker room as I push the door open and flick the light switch on. I shut the door behind me, locking it to be safe.

| Andrew Watts |
"Well that was eventful…"

I say to myself as I grab a pair of shorts off of the leather couch to my right. I need a workout, or a run, or something after that. I pop off my shoes, followed by my belt, as I exhale. I toss the shorts over my shoulder as I unbutton my jeans and let them hit the floor. What the…? I look down at my boxers and it’s as if I was looking at the Eiffel Tower.  Maybe I didn’t need to workout, maybe I needed to find a pink cookie like she was talking about. Next stop? Ladies locker room, either I get my problem down there fixed… or I get scratched, smacked, and kicked out. Either way it’s a win-win, I mean… I do like it rough.


Scene Three | On Camera
| HydroFake |


I smirked, I was feeling crowded with excitement, what could I say? The thought of this match just made me happy. It made my adrenaline run, it made the blood in my veins pump faster than normal(not that I could feel the difference), and it sure as hell put a nice, big, confident smile on my face. Why? Because I hadn't been in a damn match in months, and this was going to be big, for me at least. I couldn't wait to shine in my debut here in Sin City Wrestling, to show everyone what I am made of, what they have been missing out on, and just how bad of an ass kicking someone like me could give a little punk rookie like Hydro. I smirked, this did feel pretty damn good, I missed the fuck out of this. People always had a hard time figuring out if I was the bad guy or the good guy... I think it was mainly because I have always been quite the dick to everyone, but even with that attitude, for some reason the fans loved me, for the most part at least. I guess you could call me the bad guy if you want, but me? I saw myself more as a highlight, a main event, no good guy/bad guy bullshit, I see myself as THEE GUY.

Fuck Yeah…

I walked down the halls of the Sin City Wrestling backstage area, this place really had it going on, they must have put some serious cash into it because I felt like I was in Hollywood somewhere… and no, not the drag queen of SCW Holly Wood, the actual city. I looked to my left, camera crew, I looked to my right, reporters, interviewers, and other backstage personal. They surrounded me, following me, walking beside me as if we were best friends or something. What in the hell did they want? Did they want me on air? That’s about the only thing I could think of, ugh… a promo? Fuck it, I guess it is about time I give the fans of SCW something, right? Why not, I nodded my head, tilting my Armani Exchange sunglasses down as they fall onto my nose and cover my eyes. I snapped my fingers at one of the camera men walking beside me, looking straight ahead as I walked.

| Andrew Watts |
"Fuck it yo, hit the cameras… we are going liiiiive mother fuckers!"

I smirked to myself as I heard the cameraman yell out ”action”, which was followed by a click on his camera and the sound of tape rolling, recording. I guess it was time for me to say something, or just look good on camera. I have always been pretty damn good at doing both of those things, I guess it wouldn’t be so hard of a task, not for me at least. I continued to walk for a few seconds, not saying anything… even though the cameras were going. The crew gave me a few strange looks, but I just returned their looks with cocky smirks and continued to ignore them. I decide when I speak, not some idiot clicking a button on a camera who doesn’t even make six figures. I rolled the sleeves of my faded grey Louis Vuitton shirt up to about my elbows, revealing my Diesel watch on my left hand and a scar on my right forearm. I cleared my throat, taking a few more steps and then finally starting to speak, my attention still in the direction I walk, and not on the cameras.

| Andrew Watts |
"Well I am sure by now all of you SCW and wrestling fans have heard the news. That’s right, Andrew Watts… the Outlaw is officially a part of the SCW roster. Sin City Wrestling; it's a catchy name now isn't it? It definitely caught my eye, I actually... didn't even think twice about signing the contract when I was approached with it. Now I know I don’t need an introduction, you all know exactly who I am… with the exception of fans who may have just recently started watching. I however honestly don’t give two shits if you know who I am or not, because honestly, none of you matter to me. I could care less if you love me, hate me, cheer my name, or wear my merchandise. I am here for one thing and one thing only, and that is success. Something I have thrived on for my whole career, something that never gets old, and something that I will continue to have as I step into that ring week in and week out. The numbers don’t lie, neither do the accomplishments, the championships… it all shows just how successful I have been throughout the years, and that success will only continue to grow more and more."

I look down at my watch as I feel my iPhone 6 vibrate in my right pocket, I ignore it as I continue to walk, my hands at my sides, confident smirk still smacked on my face and my focus still straight ahead.

| Andrew Watts |
"So SCW already went ahead and booked the Outlaw in a match, funny… they booked me against someone who is nowhere near the same talent level as me in the ring. Then again, who is? Hydro… Hydro… Hydro, what the fuck kind of name is that thought? Like are you some sort of water? Do you hydroplane a lot when you drive? Or are you just some big ass pot head who loves the joint so much that they decided to name themselves after it. If any of those are your answer, then you have some serious issues my friend. Although right now your name is the least of your worries, considering you are about to step into the ring with the greatest challenge you will ever face in your life. This Sunday buddy, November 23... Laughlin, Nevada, right here in state of sin, I get to commit many sins as I beat your face bloody in the middle of that ring, make you rethink your career in wrestling, and make you realize that you will never be able to compete at the same level as someone as great as Andrew Watts.”

I look down at the ground for a quick second and then turn my focus back to the direction I walk in. I turn a corner and the camera crew follows me, still to my side and I still pay no attention to them, my sunglasses covering my eyes and my cocky smirk still sported.

| Andrew Watts |
"I did a little research when I found out I would be facing you buddy. Hydro you claim many things; talking yourself up, your amazing run in Combat Entertainment, your career highlights, accomplishments, and so on. Well Hydro, what the hell did you exactly accomplish? No… no, I get it, I’ve seen the list on your so called resume. Combat Entertainment’s first and only Fusion Champion, Combat Entertainment’s World Champion, Combat Entertainment’s Rookie of the Year, and Combat Entertainment’s Most Improved Wrestler. I get it Hydro, I love it actually… I love the success you had in Combat Entertainment, it’s almost unrealistic how successful such a young wrestler like yourself was in the promotion. But then again, maybe it seems unrealistic to me because… well, it is.”

I finally stop walking, turning my attention to the camera and tilting my sunglasses up onto the top of my head, revealing my dark brown eyes as I stare deep into the lens. I nod my head as my tone changes a bit, a tad more aggressive, my smirk turning to a straight face as I continue speaking.

| Andrew Watts |
"What do I mean by saying it is unrealistic? What am I talking about? Well, let’s not forget, I had a small… and I mean VERY small run in Combat Entertainment myself. I think it lasted a whole two weeks, and then I moved on to bigger and better projects. There is a reason I did some research on you Hydro, I went back and did some research to confirm something, and well...let’s just say it was very confirmed. You see Combat Entertainment hosted a Fusion Title tournament, and yes Hydro was a part of it. In the first round Hydro faced SCW's very own Equinox, and Hydro defeated Equinox with some kind of move called the HydroPlane. So Hydro advances in the tournament, advances to the next round where he faced Trishelle Jordan, defeating Trishelle with the same move that he defeated Equinox with. Good for you Hydro, this one put you in the Fusion Championship tournament final!”

I pause for a second, clearing my throat, and then continuing.

| Andrew Watts |
"Now I know you are all wondering why I am recapping Hydro’s history, well that is because I want to make sure everything is clear and accurate. Tournament finale, Hydro going one on one with Alexander Raven in a ladder match to determine the first ever Combat Entertainment Fusion Champion! This is where Hydro makes his mark everyone, this is where Hydro becomes the first and only Fusion Champion of Combat Entertainment, this is where… wait a second. You see guys, this is actually where Combat Entertainment shut it’s doors do to complications that are unknown to the public but as far as the next event went, the one where Hydro was set to face this Raven guy for the Fusion Title… well, that event never happened. Therefore Hydro’s talk about being the first and only Combat Entertainment Fusion Champion? BUUUULLL… SHIT!”

My straight stare turns into a cocky grin as I continue to look straight into the lens of the camera. This dude literally has his wrestling profile posted all over the web, and it is a pack of lies. It looks like someone really wanted to look successful, must be how he got the damn job here in SCW. With his lies. I nod my head with a slight chuckle, taking a short breather before starting up and speaking yet again.

| Andrew Watts |
"It’s kind of sad actually, Combat had a good future, it had great talent, and it had all of the right things… why it didn’t make it is beyond me, but I do know one thing and that is that Combat had a short run. Three events to be exact. And in those three events, the Combat Entertainment World Championship was never crowned to anyone, therefore you can take Hydro’s claim as Combat Entertainment World Champion and wipe that off of his resume as well, along with the first and only Fusion Champion. As far as the Most Improved Wrestler and Rookie of the Year awards that Hydro claims to have won in Combat, maybe they are true… maybe they aren’t, I don’t know. I don’t really care either, but I do know is that it must take some serious improving, and some serious rookie talent to win those awards… especially in a place that literally didn’t even last a month. Hydro, from the looks of things, or at least from your looks of things, you were Mr. Combat Entertainment. But buddy, that’s about as impressive as Liz Smalls’ wrestling skills… and in case you don’t catch what I am saying there, please watch a match of hers, I dare you… and if you can sit through the whole horror of it and watch the entire match, then you have some balls, I give you credit.”

Or you are just a retarded fuck, I think to myself, but choose not to state out loud. I shrug a shoulder, pausing for a few seconds, placing the tips of my thumbs against the pockets of my Diesel jeans as I tilt my head slightly to the right, and continue speaking.

| Andrew Watts |
"You might want to go ahead and rewrite your resume now Hydro, take all of that fake shit off and show your real accomplishments... which is nothing. I think it’s pretty clear that the biggest accomplishment of your wrestling career is the fact that you are actually going to get a chance to step into the ring with one of the great wrestlers of all time, Andrew Watts. Go ahead and mark that down under accomplishments and career highlights buddy. This match is going to be the most important match of your career, a life event that you will never forget, and something that you will get to tell your kids and grandkids about when you get home from your day job at McDonalds, flipping burgers, and pulling nuggets out of the fryers. You look at this match as an opportunity, a chance to prove yourself as something, a chance to make a name for yourself. It is the biggest moment of your career. I wish I could say the same, but let’s be honest buddy… to me, this match is just another easy win that gets added to my gorgeous record.”

I turn around again, and begin to walk, the cameras following me, a confident smirk on my face, my hands falling to my sides again as I continue walking, my focus in that direction. I pause for a few seconds before once again continuing.

| Andrew Watts |
"Paper Champion you are in for one hell of a night, I truly hope that Sin City Wrestling gave you a good medical plan, because you are going to be in need of it after I am finished with your bitch ass. There won’t be enough fake resumes in the world to save you from the beating you are going to receive. You see, accomplishments don’t intimidate me… especially fake accomplishments. Your whole career is basically a bunch of bullshit that you’ve made up to make yourself sound more successful than what you truly are, which is pretty damn sad. I’ve held Championships, I know the struggle to get to them, how hard it is to win the big match, how hard it is to hold on to the gold once it is yours. It’s something I have done many times, and will continue to do so. I get it Hydro, you want to do the same, you want to say you’ve held Championships and make yourself sound like some great wrestler… but you see, that is where we are different. My list of accomplishments has actually happened, I know what it feels like to be at the top, I know what it feels like to hold the gold, and I damn well know what it feels like to have Championships on my resume, Championships slapped over my shoulder, around my waist. You though Hydro, you don’t know shit about what that feels like. And if you continue to be a little bitch and make things up your whole life, you will never be successful in this business. I suggest you grow a sack, fill it with a couple of balls, and go out there and actually do something successful. Because actions speak much louder than words buddy, and all I’ve seen from you is words, a lot of fucking words… and no action. What does that tell you Hydro?”

I pause, stopping again as I turn to face the camera. This was getting a bit boring, I’ve already talked about this match much more than I should have, it’s not like he is some amazing opponent who deserves all of this talk, he’s a nobody who is looking to become a somebody,which he won’t be doing against me. I roll my sleeves back down as I look straight back into the lens, my smirk once again turning to a straight face. I clear my throat right before I start talking once again.

| Andrew Watts |
"Hydro you and me have many differences, and honestly… no similarities. Lets go down the list real quick; I’m great, you’re horrible… I’m good looking, you’re clearly unattractive. I have a perfectly normal name, yours sounds more like a fucking Pokemon card. I’ve actually won many Championships in my career, you just pretend you have and write it on resumes. But the main difference that we have is going to show in our match this Sunday… and that is that I am a winner, and you? You’re the exact opposite. Now maybe you won a few times in Combat Entertainment, maybe that boosted your confidence, gave you an ego that you shouldn’t have. But this isn’t Combat Entertainment buddy, and I am not some random opponent in a Fusion title tournament. This is the wrestling of Sin City, and I am fucking ANDREW WATTS. THE OUTLAW! You stand 0 chance at defeating me and we both know that, everyone in this company knows that, your fat ass mom knows that! And now, all I have to do… is come out there and prove that… oh, and I will. Hydro, get ready… because it’s your time to be…

HIGHLIGHTED”

I smirk as I shove my hand into the camera lens, covering the lens and pushing it backwards, I nod at the cameraman, and he turns the camera off. There was nothing more to be said here, everything I could have possibly had in mind, was stated. Now I needed to get laid, the whole ladies locker room thing didn’t exactly work in my favor. Maybe I could find that unicorn girl somewhere, she seemed pretty interested in meeting me on Twitter the other day. Maybe she can greet me and show me her nice vertical lips. I turn my back to the cameras as I begin to walk away, not really sure what my destination is, but definitely sure of two things… I am getting some pussy, and I am beating the living fuck out of Hydro. Oh baby, I can’t wait for either one of those things...

Climax





   
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