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That Extra Something

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

”I need to just… do nothing today.”

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

”Wow, fuck I’m tired.”

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

”Mmm, there she is…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She shook her head, letting out a slight chuckle.

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

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





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Shoot - Check

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Climax.



   
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