Ah Love… Fuck love.
I haven’t always been like this, I haven’t always wanted to treat every fine looking woman I meet with such disregard. Believe me I haven’t always wanted to just find them, fuck them and forget them. There was a time that I had hard feelings for a woman, and no I’m not just talking about “My Johnson” being inside one. I’m talking about the prospect that I was once in, ah… for the lack of a better word in “Love.”
Love she’s like the older primp and proper sister of the dirty little slut of a sibling called Lust. Love she is a devil of a thing she pulls you in takes hold of your very core and poisons you. She causes all types of side effects, like opening up car doors, pulling out chairs in restaurants, calling each other pathetic little nicknames like Baby, Honey and Sweetie. Love she demands that you take her dinner first before even attempting to spread her thighs to get to the wonderland. Love well she can turn even the toughest of lads into a pitiful whimpering child. With just the click of her fingers, Love can have a good man hung up by his ball sack the sad thing is he still begs for more. That’s the curse of a good Pussy.
I get this “Oh Derek you’re just bitter you’re not in love” bullshit all the time, please love sets unrealistic boundaries. It comes lined with promises that a full blooded man can’t possibly keep. You can’t tell me that every guy that is in “love” doesn’t let his mind wonder to think of some lass he would rather be dipping his third leg into? You can’t honestly sit there and tell me with a straight face that your girlfriend is just enough for you and that you don’t on the odd occasion pretend that you’re mounting some form of super woman you build in your mind? You can’t tell me that your wife is all you dream of? I’ve known several married men who still bang on about that one ex-girlfriend that in spite of everything they went through still sends a jolt of electricity to his genitals.
Let’s face it men for centuries have been the hunters and gatherers we’re a curious bunch that has a thirst of wanting more than what we currently possess. We’re just like big kids eager to stick our hands in each and every jar not stopping until we have sampled one of them all. It’s just basic nature.
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The Flow - Flash backs seem to haunt me at the most inconvenient times!
Opening up in a dark dense gentlemen’s club in Fremont street Las Vegas, Derek Thorne could be seen sitting upon a throne. To match the clubs theme the chair was a rusty, dusty red colour that was surrounded by chipped and worn gold paint. To say that this chair had been through a lot in its life time would be an understatement. Derek just stared out in front of him, seemingly unfazed by the naughty vampire nurse that was grinding up and down the cold metal pole between her thighs. He had been here before, in fact to many times that he had lost count since traveling to America. Derek had an obsession with women who worked for tips, not because they were an easy lay but because they brought back playful eccentric memories, he so desperately craved. Every inch of pain he had felt and that he had wanted to block away he would allow to come flooding back, each time he sat his backside into that chair it was ecstasy. It wasn’t just a chair to him it was a vice that would allow him to travel back in time. You see he never came here for the slutty pumpkin that was working her ass off to entertain him. He came here to release a certain stimulation that hadn’t been matched in several years. Her name was Lovisa.
Lovisa sweet Lovisa. I remember the first time I laid eyes on my one and only, to say she took my breath away was an understatement. Those icy blue eyes could melt even the driest of glaciers, her long platinum blonde hair that seemed to shine like sun even in the darkest Sweden nights. Her pink plump lips those were always naturally willing to unleash her sweet accent. I know to you this may sound stupid because most Swedes sound the same but there was something about her voice that would makes the hairs on a teenage boys neck stand up in attendance, she was enticing. Every little bit about her screamed trouble, but she was trouble that I wanted to get my hands on. I can remember the first three words she ever whispered to me, while wrapped up in her polar bear fur coat.
Lovisa - “Are you lost?”
If I was lost God please don’t ever let me be found. The typical teenage boy in me was ripping the gentleman I should be to shreds. I wanted to charm her, I needed to charm her I had to know her name, and I just had to know her in general. This was the first and only time Love had ever slapped me upside the face.
Lovisa - “Aww cat got your tongue? That’s cute…”
The way she tossed her curls out of her face like she was a teenage school girl, flirting with a college boy was enough to get my adrenaline pumping. Lovisa played it sweet and innocent but we all know it’s the shy girls that turn into little freaks when they shed their clothing. The way she was battering her eyes lashes like she had done this before was enough to create a mission impossible in my mind, I had to have her, I need her like I needed my next breathe, and so I was going to take her. She would play hard to get at first they always did, she was bored rich girl after all who had a craving to dip into the underwood. Lovisa needed a bad boy like I needed a good girl, but she wasn’t going to give up the goods without a little “fight.” Little did she know just how fast it would happen for her and I, little did she know that just a month later her cat would have my tongue it was just in a more feminine way and less animal, if you catch my drift.
A practiced smirk was on Derek’s face as he continued to stare off into the distance. His eyes were still locked in the direction of the girl. His mind was just elsewhere. Beside his legs sat two skimpily dressed nurses who were running their hands up and down his legs, massaging him so he was completely comfortable. To be honest he knew that they were fawning over him but he was so accustomed to the same treatment it was almost boring to him now. Fixing his grey suit jacket Derek, lifted his glass of bourbon up to his lips, the liquid burned a path down his oesophagus and hit the pit of his belly like a raging fire. Well at least he knew he was still alive, at least he knew that he could still feel. In his free left hand he picked up the bottle and poured himself another drink. Stopping precisely halfway without even watching, clunking the bottle to the table. Derek continued to stare at the pole dancing with vacant eyes.
"Sweet Lovisa"
Derek held the glass to his lips, resting it there while he was lost deep in thought.
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Of the Thorne – I guess this is where I should be match focused.
Lately Derek has been asked three things over and over again. Tonight he plans to put a stop to this repetitive behaviour. We open back up in a dark room the very same dark room that Derek first dropped a promotional in. There was barely any lighting, only a glow that illuminated his face. Looking towards the camera with a coy smirk on his face Derek, wasn’t here to waste time.
“All week I have heard your questions, I have been subjected to listening to your fake premonitions of what my game plan is… what is my deal, what is my purpose? All in due time will you find out… all in due time you will see the Curse that has been plaguing Sin City Wrestling bleed out, you will see the fall of ranks come catapulting to the ground, shattering into tiny fragmented pieces.”
A gruff laugh left his dry lips as Derek continued.
“First things first, when I speak of The Cause, I’m speaking of something that none of you could comprehend none of you could understand, none of you could figure out… I do not meant to be harsh I just need you to all understand that there is something in Sin City Wrestling, eating away at the bottom dwellers, pushing the kings from their thrones and leaving no one… no one free from its destruction. No, this is not my Cause, this is not my doing but I know… oh I know… and it’s just a matter of time before the leader of such mind games shows his face and when he does…”
Licking his lips Derek just continued to stare down the lens, tapping his temple with his right index finger – as if to ask the SCW fans to think about where he was going with that.
“But onto this Sunday, onto this week’s Climax Control you will see Jessie teaming up with myself against Despayre and Karina. There is not much I can say towards Karina… all that I can demand is that she knows her position and doesn’t try and play hero… and maybe just maybe… when here invisible friend inhabits her body she should call me, I like girls that are a little crazy.”
Crouching down Derek brings his hands up in front of his face resting his chin on his balled fists.
“Despayre… the one member of that team I’m legally allowed to put me hands on, what an interesting little boy you are. In light of this random Mixed Tag Team Tournament, the likeliness of our paths crossing would have been limited… but now from the pure magic of sports and entertainment we find ourselves in this mess. It’s a mess because I have watched you and Gabriel storm through and dominate the tag team division like influenza bringing the whole of Asia to its knees. Now you have to try and coexist with a new partner, one that you’re not some comfortable with… a woman. Hopefully the wheels of your tag team mind are put to a screeching halt in light of having such a distraction in your corner, no not because of her looks… but because the way a woman works, so flighty so impulsive so unpredictable… you’re used to working with the same man week in and week out… your used to the known… who knows maybe I can use this as your down fall.”
Derek just chuckled as his eyes stayed on the camera, in fact I don’t think he has even blinked yet. Blink. Nope there we go =) <-- what the hell is that?
“Come this Sunday I will do whatever it takes to if not beat you… but to prove to the Sin City Wrestling fans that one day, one day soon I’ll be ready to “play” in the big leagues… Jessie girl I know you have this match locked in your sights and that you want this victory so you can roll onto the Roulette Championship on a high… I will endeavour to do my part in supporting this motion. Come Sunday let’s just give the fans a true fight between cats and dogs…”The scene just faded to black, leaving Derek to go off and well I don’t know find a night wife or something.
