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Tired of Her Shit

Are you ever at that point where you feel like nothing can go wrong? Like you are at the top of the world, everything is going absolutely perfect for you, and it just keeps getting better, and better? Doesn’t it feel amazing? Lets look at what it was like a couple of months ago...

...10 match win streak in SCW…
...Blast from the Past tournament winner…
...Undefeated and never pinned in any SCW match…
...Number One Contender for the SCW World Championship…
...Amazing girlfriend who gets you, and actually makes you happy…
...Sex… sex that is just as good as being the Number One Contender…
...Wouldn’t you say that this sounds like everything is just fucking perfect? I would…

But then of course, April and May came along… how does the phrase go? Something about April Showers? Something about… when it rains, it pours? Yeah, I know… two different phrases, but I like to mix them together for the time being. Now, fast forward a bit, that’s right, there you go. Okay, so… are you ever at that point where you feel like nothing can go right? Like you are at the bottom of everything, everything is going absolutely horrible for you, and it just keeps getting worse, and worse? Doesn’t it feel suffocating? I mean, come on now… lets look at what exactly has fucking happened in April and May…

...First loss, not pinned, okay…
...Second loss, pinned in SCW Championship match…
...Back to back losses, every streak that was going, ended…
...That amazing girlfriend? Slowly starting to change, frustrating…
...Oh and the good sex? Starting to feel like dry humping a damn pillow…
...What the fuck just happened? How the fuck does life turn upside down that quick…

I laid there on my back, in bed, completely unclothed. Desiree had her legs split over my hips, her shins and knees against the bed, and my legs. She continued to ride me, my hands on her ass, my mind... not really here... not feeling it, once again, as usual. Desiree's body exploded, she screamed out, her body shaking and convulsing. Her orgasm was so intense that tears began to drip from her eyes, mixing with her black mascara as they dripped down the side of her face. She pushed off of me, I slipped out of her as she laid next to me in bed, curling up into a ball like figure, her one hand between her legs, her other covering her breasts.

| Andrew Watts |
”Uh… I wasn’t finished...”

| Desiree Parker |
”Oh, you weren’t? Well.. I finished...”

| Andrew Watts |
”Oh okay, well… good for you, happy I could help. Do you want to like...”

| Desiree Parker |
”No thanks, just go jerk off or something.”

| Andrew Watts |
”Yeah, whatever.”

| Desiree Parker |
”Maybe next time, I’m tired.”

Yeah, and I am annoyed and sick of this fucking shit… I can’t remember the last time she actually got me off. This was great sex, literally mind blowing… and for a month and a half now it has become… well, garbage. Desiree climbs on me, finds her spot, rubs on it until she cums… hops off, and that is it. Doesn’t wait for me to get off, doesn't finish me off with her hand or mouth after… just herself, completely selfish act. Bullshit, literally… bullshit. I rolled my eyes, exhaling as I reached down, grabbing my blue striped Calvin Klein boxers, and pulling them up over my legs, covering myself with them as I laid back on the pillow… and she started again…

| Desiree Parker |
”I don’t know… maybe we need to just, go back to being friends again...”

| Andrew Watts |
”What the fuck? This again? You really bring this topic up at least once a week, and it seems we get nowhere. Why the hell do we need to be friends?”

| Desiree Parker |
”It is just so much easier, you know? No feelings, no pressure, nothing is expected of either of us… it’s just, better.”

| Andrew Watts |
”We have been together for months now, and we have had our thing going on for almost a year, on and off. We have literally gone through a bunch of shit together, and you want to just quit because, well… because… exactly, for no reason?”

| Desiree Parker |
”It is just easier...”

| Andrew Watts |
”Not when you tell me you want to be my friend, cause a huge fucking fight between us… make everything awkward for a few days, and then next thing I know… you are climbing on my dick. I wasn’t aware that is how fucking friends work.”

My tone was starting to get a bit angry, we literally have had this talk about 3 times in the last month and a half, and it was getting fucking old… and annoying.

| Desiree Parker |
”Right, blame me… always blame me...”

| Andrew Watts |
”I am fucking blaming you, if you want to be JUST MY FRIEND, then get the fuck away. Stop texting me, stop living with me, and stop fucking me… do friends do that? Do they Desiree?”

| Desiree Parker |
”We need to talk about this, relax… you can’t alway be so fucking angry about everything, it’s something that needs to be figured out. So… lets do it.”

I laughed sarcastically, getting up out of the bed and grabbing a nearby pair of blue Diesel jeans. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I threw them on over my boxers. This was fucking ridiculous, and I was fucking sick of it. Make up your fucking mind already, because I am sick of these fucking games. I grabbed a nearby black tank top as I threw it over my head and pulled it down to cover my upper body.

| Andrew Watts |
”I have other shit to worry about, I can’t worry about you and your fucking stupid emotions right now. You need to just get your shit straight, and figure out what the fuck you want, Desiree.”

| Desiree Parker |
”I want to talk about this...”

| Andrew Watts |
”I have nothing to talk about, you just figure out what you want… and I’ll cooperate, I am sick of the immature High School shit. Grow up...”

Her tone instantly changed as she shouted out at me in anger.

| Desiree Parker |
”Oh and you’re mature right? Go fuck yourself, asshole!”

I shook my head in frustration as I grabbed the keys to my car that were sitting on the dresser. It felt great to be back in Vegas, but at the same time… I couldn’t fucking wait to get back on that plane to go back to the next Climax Control, and hopefully this would fucking be alone this time. I needed the alone time, I needed to fucking think. And I just need to get away from everyone, especially this crazy, indecisive, English bitch. I exhaled, making my way for the door as I could hear her smash her fist against something in the distance. Oh well, break your knuckles dumbass, I’m over this.



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Let’s Shoot

You can’t always get what you want, everything can’t always go right… or maybe you can, and… maybe it can. I finally did it… how did they not see it coming? It was obvious, it was something that should have been done months ago. For some of us, everything seemed to be perfect, for the other? Everything was perfect. By the other, the perfect one, I refer to myself. Why you ask? Because my master plan finally fell into place quite perfectly, exactly how I had it planned out. As for the others, like I said, everything SEEMED perfect. Raab and Kaelin thought things were going to just keep going on as “WE” planned; they thought they would have me at their side to boost them up, help motivate and promote them, save the day when they were in trouble, all of the good stuff that a good leader would do. However what they never realized is… once a leader, always a leader… and the two of them started to get too cocky, they started to think that they could maybe step up, one up me and start making decisions… and thats when I knew it was time for things… them… to come to an end, so I ended it. I hope you two enjoyed living in my shadow… because that is the closest that either of you ever will get to being anywhere near as good as me. I smirked, as I stopped daydreaming, the random thoughts leaving my head as I snapped out of it. Ugh, I guess it was that time eh? The time I had the most… when the cameras were on and people expected me to talk… fuck it, I exhaled.

| Andrew Watts |
”Change… change was needed, big time. It was time for a fucking change, it was time for something new… and it was time to get rid of all of the pathetic pieces of shits that were surrounding me, bringing me down. These so called REJECTS? They needed to be dealt with. Alex Kaelin and Lord Raab… two solid competitors, guys who really worked it good, guys who really did good with that Roulette or Violence Championship, whichever name you want to call it. I really think they have done a great job being Champion, both of them… and their matches, great matches, really putting on a show, really making that Championship stand out for what it is. That’s right, exactly what it is… the BOTTOM FEEDER Championship of the SCW. Everyone knows it, everyone knows exactly what that Championship is, it’s where all of the shit wrestlers in SCW are thrown to make them feel like they actually fucking mean something… and that is exactly where Kaelin and Raab have been thrown, over and over. I couldn’t be affiliated with two losers like them. It was time to align myself with something better, and rid myself of these nobodies. Therefore… the REJECTS, the faction that I created, the faction that Raab and Kaelin were so honored and proud to be in… that faction was single handedly torn apart, by the man who created it… by the only REJECT left… by the only man in SCW who can call himself the REJECT... by Andrew Watts… by me.”

I wiped a bit of sweat off of my forehead, running my hand back through my hair. I was shirtless and only wearing a pair of black Nike basketball shorts and a pair of white Puma tennis shoes. I noticed that lately I was always shirtless, it was starting to become a habit… and a good one too because I have been hitting the gym with all of my frustration and I have honestly noticed the results. I shook my head, taking another deep breath and continuing on..

| Andrew Watts |
”Alex Kaelin has been nowhere to be found since I beat his ass right out of the REJECTS… but the other idiot, he actually showed his face last Sunday at Climax Control, and go figure… there was a lot to say. He went on and on and on about how he couldn’t wait to face me and get his hands on me… he went on and on about how he would not defend his Championship against anyone until it was defended against me. I mean, I find that cute that he wants me to be the next Roulette Champion… or Violence Champion or whatever he renamed it to… but, yeah no thanks. I think it is really nice that he basically offered to hand the belt over to me, but… there is only one problem. I don’t want that scum Championship. Why would I degrade myself, move down the ladder and go for a Championship that would make me look like some kind of newcomer? Why the hell would I want to be called the bottom feeder Champion? The, hey… you aren’t that good, but we want to throw a belt on you to make you feel somewhat special Champion. Let’s face it Raab… being the SCW Roulette Champion is like being the coolest guy in jail, yeah… no matter how cool everyone thinks you are, you’re still in jail, you’re still a loser, and your life still sucks dick. See the comparison there Raab? Yeah, I know right? A lot like you!”

I smirk, hey… I was being as honest as I could, I was even trying to be a little bit nice… I sound somewhat nice, don’t I? Yeah, probably not… oh well, fuck it. I nodded my head in confidence as I continued on about this masked loser.

| Andrew Watts |
”So as you already know, Raab… and as everyone else knows also, you and me are booked in an anything goes NON TITLE match this Sunday at Climax Control! I am sure you are confused, because you basically begged, asking for me to be the one to take the Championship from you… but, I don’t fucking want it. I made a call to the SCW offices, I made sure that our match was non-title… and they laughed when they heard the idea and let me quote them... “you, Andrew Watts as the Roulette Champion? That is just silly, why would one of our TOP superstars be competing for the lowest possible Championship in SCW?” It’s pretty sad when even your bosses know that you are garbage, isn’t it Raab? So in case you were wondering why it’s non-title, that is why. I made sure of it… and well, apparently the guys who sign our paychecks agreed 100 percent, especially judging by their laughter. They also mentioned that they couldn’t wait to see me squash you in the anything goes match, make an example of the difference between top tier, and the low tier… and trust me, I promise, that I will do.”

I pause for a second, taking a short breath as I rub my teeth against my bottom lip, running my hand back through my hair once again. I sigh, I honestly just couldn't wait to get my hands on this idiot, shut him up, and move on to my more important plans. I exhale again and I continue.

| Andrew Watts |
”You see this is why I found it funny that you claimed that I was jealous that you held the Violence Championship, Raab. Because in fact, I am not jealous... I am more so greatful that I am not the poor piece of garbage who has to be known as the man who holds that belt. I didn't drop you because you were carrying the REJECTS Raab, but I did get a major laugh out of you saying that, and thinking that. I dropped you because you weren't worthy of my time, you never were. The REJECTS were ready to go, and I made sure they went out with a bang, and... they did! Raab you kept talking about me stabbing you in the back, you kept talking about Danger Zone and Ethan Alexander being the biggest mistake. Why? Are you jealous that Ethan will be teaming up with me, and you will no longer have me there to mentor you, train you, carry you through the SCW like I did when you were in the REJECTS? It might have been the biggest mistake I have made for your career, but... who gives a fuck about your career really? I don't, and that is why I did this... because it is the better move for me... maybe you should do some research on Danger Zone, Raab. Maybe you should watch how easier Ethan destroyed Old Skool in his debut match last week, maybe you should watch how easily Ethan and I took down the newly crowned SCW Tag Team Champions last Sunday, as if they were nothing... oh, that's right though... they are nothing... something that all of you Champions here in SCW seem to have in common I guess. Roulette Champion, a nobody... Tag Team Champions, two nobodies... go figure, you three should be the stable known as the Nobodies, it would make a lot more sense honestly..”

I pause for a second, I was actually getting quite into this, hmm… interesting, I usually hate these fucking things. Oh well, I shrugged a shoulder, placing my hands on my hips, taking a short breath and continuing..

| Andrew Watts |
”I found it quite funny when Lord Raab, who... basically NOBODY in this world had ever heard of, prior to his little run here in the SCW, called Ethan Alexander an irrelevant punk. Pretty funny considering I am pretty sure Ethan has accomplished more in one night than Raab has in his whole career, but... why get into details and embarrass Raab even more? Raab always used to come to me asking me ways to better himself in the ring, and why he lost so much at first. Without me there to give him tips, pointers, and training... Raab is going to go right back to what he was before he became a REJECT... yes, that's right, a big, ugly, masked LOSER... speaking of the mask, have you seen the dude without it? Thank God he wears it, it's like he just came out of a horror film, ugly ass mother fucker.”

I chuckle slightly, taking a deep breath, my hands still at my sides. I smirk at the cameras, staring forward confidently as I continue.

| Andrew Watts |
“So then Raab starts doing something really fucking weird. Like I was honestly staring at this idiot last Sunday, and wondering to myself “what the fuck are you doing, dumbass?” Like, did anyone else notice it? It’s like he was trying to hurt himself before our match. It’s bad enough that he sucks in the ring, but he is trying to handicap it even more by injuring himself prior to stepping into the ring with me. You all know what I am talking about right? So this dude is talking about me in the promo or whatever that he was cutting, and well... it wasn't the only thing that he was cutting. Maybe we should get Raab some help, a psychiatrist maybe, because... self harm ain't no joke buddy, it's a serious problem. Raab was sitting there, scraping his hands with barbed wire, cutting himself, scratching himself and shit... and then he claimed that it was what he was going to do with me. Thanks Raab, but uh... I would rather not you can play with your barbed wire and do whatever turns you on with it, but I'll take a rain check on this one, maybe some other time. You did mention one thing that might be accurate though, Raab. You said you are going to beat everyone who faces you for the Violence Championship, that is possible. I mean, our match is non-title, so that gives you a loss against me, but on the bright side, you keep your Championship. I guess it's a lose-lose situation. You are going to get embarrassed by me, and you are going to continue to be embarrassed by being known as the bottom feeding Roulette, or Violence Champion... I guess you really just can't win there can you? I almost feel bad for you, but... I don't.”

I shrug a shoulder, poor Raab… I don’t know what it feels like to suck, to have to look up to everyone else in the business… but from the sounds of it, it doesn’t really sound all that great. I exhale once more as I continue on...

| Andrew Watts |
“So Raab ended all of this with “I’m coming for you, no more hiding from this German monster.” One, that sounded super inappropriate, like something you’d hear in some kind of creepy European porno… and two, not sure if you haven’t been around lately but, I have been out and visible everywhere, I am pretty sure I haven’t  hid one bit. I have made it pretty known where I am at all times, I was backstage for the whole show last week, and… I didn’t see you make one attempt to come find me now, did you? Of course you didn’t, because just like the rest… you are all talk… no talent, all talk, it’s sad… stupid, ridiculous honestly. It’s funny too because some people out there really think that this German freak is an actual solid competitor, which really makes me laugh because… it’s obvious that he is not. I can’t wait to prove that this Sunday at Climax Control, and even better? I get to prove it in the ring… in his type of match. Anything goes, just how Raab likes it. He claims to be so violent, he claims to be so hardcore… Raab, are you forgetting who you are about to face?”

I smirk, lifting my head up a bit higher, my hands still on my hips as I stare forward at the cameras with a confident look on my face… my eyes glowing, I could feel them building with fire as I continued to talk about… Raab.

| Andrew Watts |
“I have been around for nearly 10 years now, and I have been in match types that you could only dream of being in, Raab. I have seen hardcore, violence, all of that shit… at it’s finest, at its most brutal. I mean, just a few months ago there was the street fight against that piece of garbage Clnt Outlaw. Did you see what happened to him? Hardcore and no rules was his style, he claimed he would destroy me in it… but what happened to him Raab? He busted me open, he beat me up a bit… but I slashed him open, I made him drip blood… and then, I blinded him with alcohol and hit a Highlight on his blind, bloody ass… and then I covered him for the victory. I have done much worse to other opponents, much more brutal, trust me Raab I can get as brutal as they come… and you don’t want to see that side of me… but Raab, you will… ohhhh you definitely will. And I can’t wait to fucking show it to you.”

I take a few steps closer to the camera, my arms falling at my sides as I look forward into the camera… confident, but calm. I smirk, winking at the camera as I finish this off.

| Andrew Watts |
“So Raab, come on out here... talk your talk, or have someone talk for you, whatever it is that you do. You have no idea what you are walking in to, you think you have a chance... but in all honesty? You don't, I know that, and I think that deep down inside, you know that too... or maybe that brick in your head where most people have a brain actually has you thinking that you have a chance. It's okay though Raab, because come Sunday... you will realize it, and speaking of Sunday, it's coming fast, REALLY FAST. In fact, Raab... the clock is ticking, tick tock, tick tock... and when that clock stops ticking, it's time, Raab... time for you to become just... another... Highlight”

With that said I continue to stare confidently towards the cameras, a smirk on my face. I think Raab knows what is about to happen to him, but the question is… how will he prevent it? That’s right, he won’t… he stands no chance. I nod my head as I place my hands back on my hips. Yeah, I can’t wait to show him why I am the only REJECT left… I can’t wait to show him exactly why his ass was kicked out of the REJECTS… the REJECTS are no more, and soon… Raab will be no more... it’s done.

Climax


 
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