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Boody Pussy

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

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

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

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

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

| Andrew Watts |
”Hey Pussy...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

| Pussy Willow |
“Excuse me, but...”

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

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

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

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

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



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The Who Boys?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Climax…


 
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