From Rookies 2 Legends Part II
(MF, rape, violence, plot, drugs, oral, anal, slut)
By : The Star
Thursday, May 15th
SmackDown!
…SmackDown! opened up with clips from our vicious
attacks on Show and Rhyno, Brock Lesnar, Matt Hardy,
Los Guerreros, Shannon Moore, Crash Holly, Piper and
O’Haire, basically highlighting our tenure as of that
night. Although we hadn’t been around that long, we
sure had caused a lot of damage, not to mention what
we did to Rodney Mack, who by the way hasn’t been seen
since. After the pyro and the theme
song had finally
ended, Stephanie McMahon’s music hit and out she
walked, hand on hip, a smile spread across her face as
she hastily made her way down to ringside, wearing a
pair of skimpy black shorts and an orange tank-top,
her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She stepped in
through the bottom rope and taunted towards the crowd,
gauging cheers from her loyal followers before
motioning towards the ring announcer for a microphone.
She walked to the middle of the ring and stood
poised, ready to address the fans about the night’s
show.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Now as you all
may know, about 2 weeks ago I went out on a limb and
signed the 2 most destructive, vile, and heartless men
the federation has ever seen in it’s entire history.
What these 2 have done over as many weeks in the
business is, in a way, disgusting! Never before have
I seen such blatant disregard for the rules, and for
the feelings and conditions of my fellow employees. I
realize that they have established quite a following
due to their lack of care and discipline…but sadly,
a GM can only sit back and watch so much before she
begins to feel threatened herself. Therefore, at this
time I’d like to call out Violent J and The
Chief…better known to you all as High Time!” She
announced, holding out her arm to gesture towards the
entry way, the fans literally jumping out of their
seats as the lights began to slowly flicker into
darkness, being replaced by the same familiar, yet
haunting glow of green as it slowly inched itself
across the entire arena. Tupac Shakur’s “I Came To
Bring The Pain” started up, and as the beat began to
play Nick and I walked slowly through the curtain,
standing at the top of the ramp as fireworks shot off
behind us in 5 directions, forming a giant pot leaf as
we taunted towards the crowd. Seconds later we were
walking down the aisle side by side, occasionally
giving out high-fives to those around the ringside
area before slowly slinking inside the ring. I threw
my hand into the air like Kevin Nash, and the green
light disappeared as more pyro shot out from the
corner posts, eliciting a surprised response from us
both. I walked to the side ropes and waved for a
microphone, snatching it from Josh Matthews in disgust
before standing in front of Stephanie, awaiting what
she had to say.
“Give my comments to the ring crew for all that
effort into our entrance. Seriously, the corner posts
were a nice addition. But anyways, you wanted to see
us?” I asked, holding out my arms at my sides.
Stephanie smiled then winked, I guess thanking us for
what had transpired after the show last week, then
raised the mic to her mouth to speak.
“Actually…yes. I want to discuss your actions over
recent weeks…starting with last Thursday.” She
said, motioning towards the titan-tron. The footage
was displayed again, showing the highlights of our
attack, then ending with us standing there amongst the
fallen bodies.
“K…what about it?” Nick asked, reaching into his
vest pocket for a blunt.
“Dude! Not in the ARENA!” I exclaimed, slapping his
hand. He pushed me, so I pushed him back, Stephanie
stepping between us before anything could come of the
situation.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Settle down and listen to me!
Don’t fight…you’re friends.” She exclaimed, placing
either of her hands on our chests, gently pushing us
back.
“Yes, Ms. McMahon…” I said, looking down at my
feet like I was in trouble, basically mocking her
authority.
“Anyways, in regards to last week, I’m basically
scared for my OWN well being, as well as my talent.
Therefore, I’d like to propose a deal between the 3 of
us that will make working together a whole lot
better…not to mention safer.” She quickly added. I
stepped forward as did Nick, gently backing her into
the nearby corner, staring into her eyes with no
emotion present whatsoever. She looked back into our
faces with pure fear, her knees beginning to tremble
slightly as she started to sit back against the 2nd
turnbuckle pad, cowering in anticipation of what we
were gonna’ do to her.
“Well…go on.” I said, reaching my hand out towards
her, nodding my head to her and motioning to take it.
She grabbed my hand somewhat firmly, and as I pulled
her out of the corner she kicked me swiftly in the
balls, sending me down to my knees instantly. The
crowd immediately erupted into laughter.
“Whoa! Stephanie…chill out! We were just
joking…we weren’t gonna do anything to you. Why
would we wanna hurt you?” Nick asked as she stood
there holding her ground, just waiting for someone
else to try and touch her.
“Yeah…ohhh God…sorry about that…mmmm. Didn’t
mean to…ow, shit…startle you or whatever.” I
said, holding myself firmly while writhing on the
ground in pain. Nick reached his arm out and I
grabbed it, pulling myself to my feet and sitting back
against the turnbuckle, gently cradling my balls as
they were in extreme pain. “Thanks,
though…ahhh…for the kick in the
balls…hmmm…’cause I sure enjoyed that…” I
trailed off, dropping the mic in the process.
“I’m very sorry about that, J, but I’m NOT joking.
Getting back to my proposition, to personally
guarantee that you will not lay a hand on me, I am
officially making you 2 co-Gm’s of SmackDown!, giving
you 25% ownership of the brand. The only rule is that
no matter what…you will not physically hurt me.
And…the only person you will have to answer to is
me. Now are we understood?” She asked, holding out
her hand. Nick immediately shook her hand, but of
course, as you all may have expected, I was a bit
hesitant.
“Does this also include you not kicking my balls? If
so…then I’m in.” I said, having finally caught my
breath long enough to form whole sentences at a time.
She diligently shook her head in agreement, so I shook
her hand, the crowd shocked by the deal that had just
aspired before them.
“Good, because tonight you 2 will start out by
proving yourselves to me against Los Guerreros, as I
announced last week…in a street fight!” She
exclaimed proudly, causing the crowd to cheer
vibrantly.
“Uh…Stephanie, I’m not sure Josh is gonna’ be able
to compete tonight…if ya’ know what I mean.” Nick
implied, nodding his head down towards my crotch.
Stephanie merely smiled, then whipped her head back in
laughter before answering him.
“No Nick…I don’t know what you mean. Either you
BOTH will compete here tonight…or you’ll BOTH be
fired…do I make myself clear?” She asked, her voice
suddenly changing into a serious tone. Nick and I
both nodded in agreement, and she smiled. “Good…now
you’re both excused.” She said, waving us both out of
the ring. We walked slowly to the back, staring at
her face on the titan-tron in bitter resentment. Had
she just played us? For her sake…I hoped not…
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…God damn’t man…I’m starting to swell!” I
exclaimed angrily, still in pain from the toe-pointed
kick in the crotch I had suffered only 30 minutes ago.
I had to limp backstage with Nick’s help, plopping
down on the couch and immediately checking out my
‘packaged goods.’ “That fuckin’ bitch!”
“Dude, put that shit away!” Nick exclaimed, jutting
his hand out towards me and looking away in disgust.
“Dawg, fuck you! I just got kicked so hard in my
nuts that I thought they traveled up my stomach!
Thank God though that they’re ONLY swollen…” I
trailed off, trying gently to comfort my throbbing
genitalia.
“Whatever dawg…I’ll go get you some ice.” Nick
said, turning to open the door. He was cut short when
suddenly the door popped open, and in walked Sable,
wearing a black satin robe that barely went past her
thighs, which were complemented in themselves by a
pair of black high-heels. Her legs were well oiled as
they shined in the light, her hair doing the same as
the flowing strands fell down to her shoulders, her
lips coated by a thin layer of ruby red lipstick. She
stepped in past Nick, waving towards him as he turned
to walk out the door and down the hall.
“Hey J…how are you feeling?” She asked
compassionately, walking over to me and brushing her
hand gently against my cheek. I had tried desperately
to hide ‘myself’ upon her emergence into the room, but
the pain was too great to work at a fast pace, so I
sat there, completely exposed, which would only make
the tension between us greater.
“Well…I’ve felt better, as you can possibly
imagine. How are you?” I asked, feeling myself start
to blush in her presence. I saw, and almost felt her
eyes traveling down my upper body before they stopped
at my swollen crotch. I was slowly starting to get an
erection, which didn’t help my case any when she
lifted her leg up and set it between mine, only inches
away from my ball sack.
“Well…I’ve been better myself…which is why I’m
here. After I saw what Stephanie did to you out
there, I immediately started to worry about,
well…your reputation.” She said, lowering her face
down into mine, staring deep into my eyes. She ran
her hand up her oiled leg before gently grabbing me by
the chin, lifting my head up and back against the
couch.
“Well, thanks for the concern, Sable, but I’ll be
fine.” I reassured her.
“I can only hope so…because I want you to be at
100% for this Sunday.” She said, starting to untie
the knot in her robe.
“Why…what’s this Sunday? I already know about my
match, if that’s what you’re talking about. Those
fuckin’ wetbacks don’t have a chance against us.” I
said, slightly confused. She just looked at me and
smiled, a light giggle escaping her lips.
“Oh J…you should really cut back on the drugs.
Have you forgotten about us already?” She asked,
starting to tenderly rub my thigh. “This Sunday,
Torrie Wilson and I are going to have a Bikini
contest…did you know that?” She asked, sexily.
“I do know, and I’ll be sure to check that out…but
what does that have to do with us?” I asked, still
confused by the flesh that was rapidly being displayed
to me. Suddenly she moved her leg from in-between
mine and placed it at my side, doing so with the other
leg as well until she was sitting on my lap. I gulped
hard as she started running her hand through my hair,
gently kissing me on the cheek before starting to lick
the inside of my ear. I felt my dick harden to a full
erection, then cried out in pain.
“Ahhh shit!” I exclaimed, causing her to immediately
stand back up before me. She opened up her robe and
slowly shimmied it to the ground around her feet,
standing there in a black lacy thong and matching bra,
jutting out her chest and bending her stomach as she
placed her hands on her hips, staring at me in a
content fashion as I eyes her body from curve to
curve, starting to twitch in my seat from the
uncomfortable feeling of my pants against my privates.
“Do you like?” She asked, starting to rub her hands
up her stomach and grabbing her breasts. I shook my
head in eager agreement, my eyes somewhat glazed over
from the sensation I was feeling at that very moment.
She quickly turned around and walked towards the door,
shaking her hips sexily from side to side as I checked
out her ass. I flipped the switch on my glasses,
hearing the slight humming noise as she took a key
from out of her right cup and locked the door,
throwing it at me as she started to slowly crawl back
over, giving me an awesome view of her glorious
cleavage as she did so. She finally stopped between
my legs, licking her way up my right leg before
placing her hands on my knees, her eyes staring up
into mine as I began to feel the temperature rising
tremendously.
“Good…because at the pay-per-view, I’ll be wearing
even less.” She whispered, wrapping her hand firmly
around my now enflamed cock before starting to stroke
it. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, the
sensation in itself was almost too much to bear. The
tension between us was escalating by the minute, and I
began to wonder if I could even handle Sable.
Obviously that didn’t matter to her…she was in heat.
She couldn’t get enough of my cock.
“Ohh Sable…” I exclaimed lightly, throwing my head
back against the wall, trying desperately to draw the
attention away from my throbbing cock. All the pain
had disappeared and was instead replaced by pleasure.
However, before anything could come of the situation
there was a knock at the door, immediately knocking me
out of my ‘trance’ as Sable stood up, closing and
tying up her robe, trying desperately to fix herself
up for whoever was about to come in. I pulled up my
pants and stuffed my uncomfortable cock back inside
the fly, taking the key and unlocking the door.
Stephanie McMahon stood before me, her tits jutting
out as they were obviously uncovered by a bra.
“Oh…hey, Stephanie. What’s…up?” I said
exhaustingly, still out of breath from the incredible
feeling that Sable had given me. I stepped aside to
let her into the room, exposing Sable to her view.
She stood there, arms crossed, with a sneer on her
face towards the younger McMahon child.
“Hi J…Sable,” she said, sneering towards Sable as
she mentioned her. “I just came by to see how you
were doing. I can’t apologize enough for what I
did…do you mind?” She asked Sable, now stepping
into the room.
“Sorry Stephanie…I was just showing Josh here a
possible selection for my bikini this Sunday. I’ll
see you later…and you, too, Big Daddy.” She
implied, winking as she turned and walked out the
door, closing it behind her.
“Yeah, and from what I’m seeing…it looked as though
you were rather enjoying yourself, huh?” She asked,
nodding her head down to my dick. It was once again
standing at full attention, nearly ripping out through
the fabric of my jeans at the mere sight of
Stephanie’s tits.
“Yeah, about that. It’s a temporary side
effect…from your rather harsh treatment of me
earlier.” I rambled out, starting to blush before
her. She rolled her eyes towards, then started
walking to me.
“Uh huh. Seriously J…stay away from Sable. She’s
nothing but bad news…always has been, always will
be.” She said.
“Really? Well she didn’t seem to be bad news a
minute or so ago…” I trailed off, now smiling
towards her. Her eyebrows immediately raised into
suspicion, walking up to and now standing nose to neck
with me.
“No, I’m not kidding. Ever since she’s first been a
part of this company, she’s done any and everything to
get whatever she wants. She’s only out for personal
gain…and you’re nothing more than a prop to her.”
She said, looking me directly in the eyes.
“Yeah, well…if a woman like Sable wants to use me
to get to the top…then you can call me Kleenex from
now on. Quite honestly, I couldn’t care less if she
never talks to me again after Judgment Day…” I
trailed off, realizing what it was I had just revealed
to her.
“Is that so? Well, I just hope you know exactly what
you’re doing…because I want you 2 here for the long
haul. If Sable’s after what I think she is…your
careers could be in major jeopardy.” She explained.
“By the way, how are your balls?” She added quickly.
“Well, they have been better. But that’s besides the
point. I wanna’ know why it is that you care about us
so much all of a sudden? What did we ever do for
you?”
“You gave me one of the best nights of my life…and
I mean that. I’ll never forget it.” She answered,
leaning in to kiss me on the cheek. I was caught off
guard momentarily, which gave her the opportunity to
lean in and kiss me again on the lips. I began to
give in to her kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth
as she did the same, grabbing her by the hips as she
grabbed my shoulders, gently pushing me over towards
the couch. All of a sudden I stopped and pulled away,
sitting there confused as she started grabbing at my
pants.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…hold up. What *are* you doing?
I’m not lookin’ for a relationship here…you need to
settle down before business goes bad…know what I’m
sayin’?” I asked, standing and fixing myself up.
“But why…you act like I’m trying to lure you into
something. All I want is to thank you.” “Yeah,
well…I’m not exactly sure if I can trust you
Stephanie. What’s to stop me from thinking this is
all just part of some plan? How do I know that you’re
not just using this as a distraction in order to get
at…Nick?!” I exclaimed, immediately rushing out
into the hallway and directly into the path of an
oncoming stagehand before I could get any motion
going.
“Violent J?” He asked, out of breath from running.
“Yeah…why?” I asked suspiciously.
“You’re friend…The Chief…is being attacked by the
Guerreros right now. Follow me!” He exclaimed,
turning around to run back down the hall. I tossed my
blunt to the side and immediately chased after him,
Stephanie McMahon in tow. When we arrived he was
lying under a broken table, face down and bleeding.
There was a blunt burning nearby his head along with a
now melting bag of ice, with the words “We Lie, Cheat,
& Steal” written across the wall in dark letters. It
also said “Viva La’ Raza” across the back of his vest
in red letters. I leaned down to get a better look at
the writing, but then quickly realized it wasn’t spray
paint, but rather it was his own blood.
“Son of a fuckin’ bitch! Those fuckin’ burrito
bangers are gonna’ PAY!” I exclaimed through clenched
teeth, pounding my fist against the wall. I then
noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sable was
walking towards me…and thoughts began to quickly
surface inside my head.
“Josh…are you alright? I heard some commotion from
down the hall in my dressing room, and I came by to
make sure it wasn’t anyone hurting you. Oh my God!”
She exclaimed, putting her hands over her mouth in
shock, quickly falling to her knees beside Nick. “Is
he gonna’ be alright?” She exclaimed as paramedics
encircled Nick’s fallen body from around the corner.
“I don’t know about Nick…but I’m pretty fuckin’
sure I know what’s going on around here with you 2.”
I said, pointing at both Stephanie and Sable.
“What do you mean?” Stephanie asked, stepping closer
to me.
“I used to think you were BOTH on my side…I
actually thought I could get along with you 2. I’ve
come to realize, however, that incorporating business
with personal life isn’t the best idea, especially in
pro-wrestling.”
“What are you getting at?” Sable asked, seemingly
angry as she crossed her arms over her chest, tapping
her foot impatiently.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that…I’ve got a
lot of thinking to do. Stephanie told me about you,
Sable, and how you have no disregard for the feelings
of others if it means getting what you want. To be
honest, I wouldn’t put that past you for a
second…not that I would mind or anything, but it’s
for my own well being. And Stephanie…I used to
trust you, too. But after what happened back
there…I just don’t know. As a matter of fact, I’ll
never know if that was intentional or not…due to
your reputation. You seem to get attached to your
clients pretty easily…and that’s not always a good
thing.”
“Where are you going with this?” Asked Stephanie.
“Nevermind that, what’s going on between you 2? Did
she take advantage of you, J?”
“Like it’s any of your concern.” Stephanie remarked,
getting right in Sable’s face.
“Yeah, see…and then there’s this tension between
you that I just don’t understand. You 2 can go ahead
and work this out among yourselves,” I said, grabbing
a blunt from behind my ear and lighting it up. I took
a phat hit and inhaled, blowing my smoke out under the
lights that hung from the ceiling. “Meanwhile, I’ve
got a match that YOU so graciously put me in. The
crazy part about it is…I don’t have a PARTNER!” I
exclaimed, pointing at Stephanie. Sable tried to
nuzzle up against my arm, but I gently pushed her
away.
“I’ll be your…’partner.'” Sable hinted. “Good
luck out there…BD.” And with that she turned and
walked away, blowing me a kiss before turning the
corner and out of my sight.
“Steph, I just hope…for your sake…that everything
goes our way…” I trailed off as I headed towards
the entrance…
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“Ladies & gentleman, the following contest is
scheduled for 1 fall…and is a street fight for the
#1 Contendership to the WWE Tag Team Championship!”
The crowd roared as Eddie & Chavo’s music started,
blaring base throughout the arena as a green Cadillac
low-rider came bouncing through the entrance.
“Introducing 1st…from El Paso, Texas…weighing in
at a combined weight of 400lbs., Eddie and Chavo, Los
Guerreros!” The car stopped at the end of the
entrance ramp, and out they both came, jumping up onto
the apron and into the ring simultaneously. They
climbed opposite turnbuckles and extended their arms
toward the crowd, dropping back down to the canvas and
preparing for yours truly…minus Nick.
“And the opponent…from St. Louis, Missouri,
weighing in at 300lbs., 1 half of High Time…Violent
J!” I stepped slowly through the curtain, wearing my
usual ring attire. I took 1 last drag off my blunt
before flicking it to the concrete, blowing out my
smoke under the black light that glowed from the top
of the entrance as I held my arms out at my sides. I
started walking down the aisle as my music pounded
throughout the arena, jumping up onto the apron and
stepping through the ropes and into the ring. I
raised my arm into the air as my pyro shot off in all
4 corners, slouching down into the turnbuckle and
waiting for the match to begin. The lights slowly
flickered back on and the bell rang shortly after
that, signaling the beginning of the match as I stood
my ground in the middle of the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Stupidly, Chavo decided to run at me…and into a
right hook to the jaw. As he fell to the mat Eddie
ran at me as well, receiving a jumping clothesline for
his troubles. As Chavo was getting to his feet I
grabbed him by the arm and Irish-whipped him off the
right side ropes, picking him up by his legs and
slamming him down with a spine-buster; his head
bouncing off the mat viciously upon impact. I
straddled his chest and proceeded to beat the shit out
of him, losing my focus after receiving a dropkick
straight to the face, complements of Eddie. Once
down, they repeatedly stomped at my chest and ribs,
eventually trapping me against the bottom turnbuckle.
Eddie pushed his foot against my throat, grabbing the
ropes for leverage as Chavo slid to the outside and
pushed my arms back against the pole, trying to choke
me out.
After releasing his hold on my throat, Eddie slapped
me in the face. He grabbed my hair with his left hand
and punched me hard with his right, hitting me once
again in the jaw. I pulled forward as hard as I
could, sending Chavo’s face against the pole as he
released his hold on my arms, giving me just enough
time to give Eddie a low blow. I grabbed his chin and
forced his head up, slamming my hand as hard as I
could against his chest in a knife-edge chop, followed
by a right hand to the face which sent him down to 1
knee. I turned around just in time to see Chavo leap
off the top rope, so I dropped to my back and he
instead hit Eddie, both bodies rolling uncontrollably
to the outside of the ring. I followed in pursuit,
grabbing Chavo by the head and throwing him shoulder
first into the black security barrier.
Eddie tried to attack me from behind but I met him
with an elbow to the mouth, followed by a jab to the
stomach before hip tossing him into the nearby steel
steps. I lined up and ran towards Chavo as he sat
against the barrier, burying my foot deep against his
sternum with a soccer kick. I then pulled him to his
feet by his hair and picked him up onto my shoulders,
throwing him up into my hands quickly before launching
him back first against the steel pole; his body
bouncing to the ground with a sickening thud. I
turned around to find Eddie, but was met with a
downward swinging chair shot to the face, knocking me
down to the lightly padded floor. I felt the itch of
a gash on my forehead, and sure enough the warm
feeling of blood began to slowly ooze down my face,
never mind the fact that Eddie was now pummeling me,
opening up the cut further. He scooped some blood
from my face and wiped it on his chest, shouting out
Spanish gibberish to the crowd.
He tried to capitalize on my situation, but I punched
him in the face, picking myself up to 1 knee as I
blocked another 1 of his blows, and gave him 1 of my
own. He tried once more, but I grabbed him by the
wrist and twirled around into a short armed
clothesline, the force knocking him up and over the
announce table as I laid on top of it. I took off my
Rams jersey and wiped the excess blood from my face
and eyes before tossing it onto Chavo as he struggled
to his feet. I grabbed him in a headlock and tossed
him into the ring, grabbing Eddie’s chair as I
followed him inside. I stood poised with chair in
hand, slamming it down hard across his back as he got
to his hands and knees, tossing the chair down
aimlessly to the mat, signaling to the crowd for ‘The
Violator.’ I picked him up and hooked him in a
pumphandle slam, lifting him up and flipping him
backwards into a DDT directly on the chair, knocking
him out instantly. I immediately hooked back his leg,
went for the cover, and the win.
1…2…
Eddie came crashing down on top of my back with a
high impact frog splash, breaking up the count as I
rolled off of Chavo, clutching my ribs in pain as I
struggled to regain my breath. He quickly grabbed
another chair and tossed it back inside, sliding
through the bottom rope and into a dropkick from me
right to the face. I grabbed the ropes nearest to me
and began to pull myself up, meeting Eddie halfway and
Irish-whipping him into the far corner, connecting
with a hard clothesline to the chest against the
turnbuckle. He stumbled out and I kicked him in the
stomach, clutching his head under my arm and dropping
him down on his forehead in an Evenflow DDT, the crowd
roaring in anticipation of a near victory as I rolled
over onto my back and laid an arm over his chest to
officially make the cover.
1…2…
Chavo’s feet connected hard with my nose, breaking up
yet another pin attempt just in the knick of time. He
gave me repeated chops to the chest as I struggled to
my feet once again, grabbing his foot as he attempted
to kick me. He went for an enziguri, but I ducked,
and as soon as he landed back on his opposite foot I
picked him up into a high belly-to-back suplex, then
slammed him down as hard as I could with my other hand
in a devastating chokeslam. The momentum sent me back
against the turnbuckle, so I waited impatiently for
Eddie to get up so I could floor him with a
clothesline from hell. As he turned to face me I ran
full speed…head first into another chair shot,
sending me stumbling back down to 1 knee. I waited
for his next strike, but was instead meet with a more
unexpected blow to my upper back, courtesy of Chavo,
sending me forward onto my hands and knees. I’m not
exactly sure who hit me, but seconds later I felt
another shot to my lower back, dropping me down to the
mat in unimaginable pain.
They rolled me over on top of a chair, and then
placed the other one on my chest, Chavo holding my
arms out at my sides as Eddie slowly climbed to the
top turnbuckle, signaling for the Frog Splash.
However, just as he was going to execute the move, the
lights went out and the arena stood in complete
darkness. Everyone stood in awe for what seemed like
an eternity before they flickered back on to a bright
green that surrounded only the ring. Standing there
in the middle of the ring was none other than The
Chief, taped ribs and all. He waved the lights back
on then ran at Chavo, dropping him with a hard
clothesline to the neck. He then ran against the
ropes, crotching Eddie Guerrero on the top turnbuckle
before tossing him down in an overhead slam directly
to the canvas.
Chavo stood up and ran into a big boot from Nick,
followed by a clothesline, and then finally a back
body drop. Eddie tried to intervene, but received a
spin wheel kick for his troubles, followed by another
big boot, and then out of nowhere a Stunner, the force
of the move sending him tumbling back and outside the
ring, unconscious on the floor. As I struggled to my
feet once again Nick had thrown Chavo in my direction,
so I decided to let him have it and floored him with a
spear…a little something I picked up from Goldberg.
Nick grabbed Chavo and picked him up forcefully in a
full nelson, using the leverage of his arms to bend
Chavo’s head forward. I picked up a dented chair and
held it above my head, winding back and cracking the
steel over his head with such velocity that it
actually broke upon impact, knocking Chavo out
undoubtedly. We could have gone for the win right
then and there…but I wasn’t quite done with Guerrero
the Sr.
I rolled outside the ring and motioned for Nick to
follow, trapping Eddie against the barrier as he tried
so desperately to get away. I kicked him in the chin,
then slapped him across the face as Nick toe-kicked
him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. I
picked him up by his head and led him over to the
announce table, slamming him face first against it.
Nick walked around to the other side and motioned to
the crowd what was coming next. I lifted Eddie up by
his legs in a spine-buster, throwing him up and into
Nick’s awaiting Stunner, his midsection taking the
full brunt of the attack as it smacked the Spanish
announce table, laying him out cold as it imploded
underneath him. I looked in the ring to see that not
only was Chavo still laid out, but he was now bleeding
pretty heavily. So I, being the opportunist that I
am, decided to roll back inside, hook the right leg
and cover Chavo for the inevitable victory.
1…2…3
DING! DING! DING!
“Here are your winners, and the #1 Contenders for the
WWE Tag Team Championship, High Time!” I slinked
beneath the bottom rope and dropped to the floor,
crawling on my hands and knees towards Tazz & Michael
Cole’s table to help pull myself to a vertical
position. My back was killing me, and I was bleeding
pretty heavily, but for the most part I was OK; just a
little sore.
“Hey man…lemme’ get that water.” I said to Cole as
I wiped the hair from my face. He handed me his water
bottle and I dumped it over my head, bending down to
grab my Rams jersey so I could once again wipe the
built up blood from my face and eyes. I walked over
to where Nick and Eddie still lay, Guerrero
unconscious on his stomach while Nick sat up against
the barrier, clutching his ribs in obvious pain. I
held out my hand and pulled him up to his feet as he
grabbed it, both of us taunting towards the crowd as
they cheered uncontrollably. We would now go on to
Judgment Day in a match for the Tag Team titles…not
only our 1st PPV appearance, but 1 the people will
never forget. However, none of this would come
without *some* controversy…not to mention 1
particular incident that was out of anyone’s hands,
especially mine…
****************************************
…”Oh shit, my ribs…” Exclaimed Nick as we
stepped through the curtain. He clutched his sides
again, and then fell down to 1 knee.
“Jesus Christ, dude…what’d they do to you?” I
asked.
“I was blindsided…a baseball bat…tables…” He
trailed off, falling completely to the floor. A
stagehand happened to walk by, so I quickly gained
it’s attention.
“Get an ambulance, bitch! Can’t ya’ see there’s a
man down here?” I exclaimed, pointing down at the
ground. Minutes later the EMT’s were on the scene,
and Nick was eventually taken away in a stretcher. He
refused medical assistance numerous times, but he
couldn’t even stand up straight, let alone walk.
Before he was actually put inside the ambulance, I
managed to get a word in before he left.
“Dawg…just in case.” I said, pulling out a steel
cigarette holder from the right knee pocket on the
front of my pants. I opened it and pulled out 4
blunts, showing them to him before sliding them back
inside the container and concealing it in 1 of his
vest pockets. “Peace out.”
“What…are you gonna’ do?” He asked, giving me a
high-five.
“Not sure. I’ll probably just go out and shit…I’ll
come see you if you want.”
“I’m good. I’ll be out on Sunday…you can
*guarantee* that, nigga’.”
“Cool, cool. I guess I’ll see ya’ then.”
“Peace.” He said, before the EMT’s came and took him
away. They slammed the doors, and off the ambulance
went, blaring sirens and all. I walked out of the
parking lot area and towards the backstage area,
needing to get my cut fixed up badly. After getting
about 20 stitches, I made my way to the bathroom to
clean up any excess blood, eventually finding my
locker room and my gym bag. I pulled out a bottle of
Vicaden and popped 2 of them, gathering my shit before
starting to make my way to the parking lot area. I
jumped into my Escalade and peeled out, accelerating
at about 60mph before disappearing down a winding road
to the right, off towards the last town we would
arrive in before the PPV…
*******
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…I spent the next 2 days just thinking; thinking
about my life, my career, and everything that had
aspired in the time of my employment; beginning to
feel the pressures of stardom come to quickly. Friday
I basically spent the entire day drinking, which in
all reality didn’t seem to help my cause one bit. All
it did was make me think even harder; deeper. I
started to feel depressed even, so I turned to the
only person who I KNEW could make me feel better: Mary
Jane. We had a long talk deep into the early hours of
the morning, if you will, and come Saturday afternoon
I was starting to feel like my old self again. There
was a house show starting at around 5:30 downtown, and
since I didn’t have anything better to do I decided to
enjoy a day of wrestling before the event on Sunday,
in which I would be competing.
I arrived in downtown Memphis just as the show was
starting. I parked my car in the garage, then
proceeded to make my way into the arena. As I started
walking to the backstage area, I was apprehended by a
security guard.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…where do you think you’re going?”
He asked, grabbing me by the shoulder and pushing me
back.
“Excuse me?” I said in disbelief. “You don’t know
who I am?”
“Get the fuck outta’ here…wrestlers and personnel
only.” He answered, crossing his arms against his
chest.
“But…I *am* a wrestler.” I responded, stepping
aside to try and once again make my way to the locker
rooms. However, he again grabbed me and this time
threw me up against the wall.
“Oh really? And who might you be?” He asked
sarcastically, pressing his forearm firmly against my
collar bone. I grabbed him by the shoulder, then
stepped behind him and locked on a hammerlock. As he
struggled to get free I pushed him face first against
the wall, then when he turned around I threw a right
cross that knocked him down and out, stepping over his
body before turning around to answer.
“Violent J, bitch. And don’t you forget it.” I
said, opening the door and stepping into the hallway
before closing it behind me…
****************************************
…The house show was mediocre, as expected, but
nonetheless I enjoyed myself. Torrie Wilson had
competed in a bikini contest against Dawn Marie and
Nidia, sporting a red thong bikini that blew the other
2 bitches right out of the water. Immediately after
she left the ring my mind couldn’t stop swimming. I
couldn’t even concentrate on the rest of the matches,
so I began to sense that something was seriously wrong
with me. The more I thought the harder my head
started to pound, and soon I ‘blamed’ it on the fact
that I needed some fresh air. I got up and left the
arena, walking towards the garage in order to
‘prescribe’ myself some treatment.
However, as I was heading to my car the weirdest
thing happened. I looked out of the corner of my eye
and saw Torrie Wilson once again, bag hanging off her
shoulder, wearing a very short, very tight, silver
sequin dress. After seeing her in the ring that
attire caught my attention immediately, not to mention
the situation I was beginning to visualize in my head.
I walked over to her very casually, looking to start
a conversation with a newly made friend as I reached
inside my glove box and lit up another blunt.
“Hey Torrie…what’s up?”
“Oh, nothing J…just waiting here for my limo. It’s
late.”
“Yeah, I kinda’ figured that. That was a
great…win, out there…I guess you could say? You
looked hot. Is that what you’re gonna’ be wearing at
Judgment Day?” I asked nonchalantly.
“Thanks, but no. This Sunday, I’ll be wearing even
less.” She said slyly before starting to giggle. I
felt a tingling sensation in my pants, and at that
moment I began to feel ill.
“Well, I doubt you’ll be looking any better than you
already do right now. What’s the occasion?” I asked.
“Oh, nothin’. I’m just going out…lookin’ for a
good time in-between a hectic schedule, you know.
Thanks for the complement, though. What brings *you*
around here? You’re not scheduled to wrestle, are
you?”
“No, no…just looking for something to do since they
took Nick to the hospital. I’m bored…can’t wait
until Sunday.” I said, taking another rip from my
blunt.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I saw him being taken
away in the ambulance. What happened?”
“Well, before our match Thursday night he got
attacked backstage by the Guerreros. From what I’ve
gathered out of the situation, they hit him with a
baseball bat and did something through a table. He
seemed pretty banged up, though. I don’t know what’s
going on.” I answered. “Honestly, I’m feeling a
little down…and doubtful.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” She answered, gently
rubbing my shoulder. Upon contact the sweat started
to form at my forehead and drip towards my brow.
“But Anyways. Hey…I know this sounds kinda’
forward and everything, and I’ll understand if you say
no…but uh, do you maybe wanna’ hang out with me
tonight? You know…for the company?” I asked,
gauging her reaction.
“Sure, why not? I don’t really wanna’ go out alone
anyways. Let’s do it.” She said cheerily, a smile
having spread across her face. I lead her to my
Escalade and opened the passenger door, taking her
hand and guiding her easily inside, shutting the door
as she got situated. As I started to walk around to
the driver’s side door I took a blunt rip so big that
I earled, choking myself so bad that tears began
forming at my eyes. As my vision came back into view
I started seeing something in my mind; like a picture.
I tried to focus on it more, but it was very
blurry…all I could make out was a man and a
woman…the woman struggling to breath while the man
looked on and laughed…was she on her knees? Then
the voices started in.
As I regained my composure, I Thought I heard someone
say ‘rape her.’ I looked around, thinking it was
someone I knew making a joke because I had Torrie in
my car, but there was nobody there. I took out my
keys and opened the door, when I heard it again.
‘Rape her…rape *her*’ It continued, stopping only
when I sat down and started the engine.”
“Rape her?” I said under my breath, clutching my
pulsating temples. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Josh…are you, OK? Do you need me to call an
ambulance?” She asked, pulling out her cell phone.
“No, no…I’m fine. I just have a bit of a headache,
that’s all. So, where to?” I asked, beginning to
back out of my parking space.
“Well, I am kinda’ hungry.”
“Me too. Good call.” I said, reaching out for a
high-five. She slapped my hand and we shared a good
laugh…little did I realize what was to come out of
this seemingly harmless situation as I put the car
into gear and sped off out the parking lot and down
the nearby road…
****************************************
…After enjoying some dinner, we of course, went out
drinking. Who’d a known that Torrie Wilson was a
light-weight? After about 2 strawberry daiquiris she
was plastered. When I say plastered, I mean
hanging-all-over-me-’cause-I-can’t-walk drunk, which
only made my job easier. Not to mention my dick
harder…which in turn caused the visions in my head
to become more and more clear. Maybe that was the 5
Rum & Coke’s I had…or the weed…or possibly the 2
Vicaden I had popped earlier. Maybe all 3…I’m not
sure. Anyways, as Torrie and I neared closer and
closer our hotel, her sliding in the seat next to me
trying to stay alert, I knew what I had to do. The
voices were telling me to rape this Playboy
cover-girl…and I was more than happy to oblige.
I actually had to pick her up and carry her into the
hotel, after gathering my shit and putting on my
special glasses of course, walking through the lobby
and taking the elevator up to the 4th floor. I walked
down the corridor until I reached room 20, swiping my
card key through the handle and opening the door,
gently setting Ms. Wilson down on my bed and closing
the door behind me.
“Hey…where am I? Josh…this isn’t my room.” She
said, sitting up as I sparked up another blunt. I
took a hit and blew it in her face, Torrie sniffing
the air around her before starting to cough from the
thick haze that surrounded her face. “Mmmm…that
smells good.” She exclaimed.
“Damn straight…(inhaling)…tastes good, too.” I
exhaled another hit, and began to feel a warm
sensation come over my whole body. “Wanna hit?” I
asked, holding out the blunt towards her. She was
hesitant at 1st, but she grabbed it and took 2 phat
rips off of it before passing it back.
“Oh shit…(cough)(cough)…” She trailed off, going
on a coughing fit. I handed her my drink, another
R&C, and she guzzled about half of it at a time. At
that point I knew she was mine for the taking. I
stepped back to admire what I was about to partake in,
noticing her blond hair was styled in a bun-type
thing, her eyes were red and squinted, her pink lips
were full and ever so juicy, and her gloriously
tanned, muscular skin went extremely well with the
attire she was, or should I say wasn’t wearing. I
myself had changed from my ring attire into a pair of
blue mesh Adidas shorts, and a matching colored ‘Big
Daddy’ T-shirt. As you probably figured out, the
thought of what was about to concur was keeping me
very hard…something I’m sure that she could’ve
noticed even in the state of mind she was in.
“I think I should be getting back to my room…” She
mentioned again, trailing off after catching glimpse
of my protruding penis, sticking out and forming a
valiant tent in my shorts.
“Yeah…or not.” I answered her.
“What do you mean?” She asked, nervously. I walked
closer towards her and placed my hand gently on her
shoulder, sliding my left index finger up her throat
and under her chin, gently pushing her head up towards
my eyes.
“Well, to be honest…I’m horny. I want you to
please me Torrie…be it willingly or forcefully,
that’s up to you. Either way, I’m finally getting
something I WANT tonight…and it just so happens, to
be you.” I said, smiling sarcastically before
regaining my composure. I took my card key and put it
in my pocket, walking towards the door itself and
locking it with a simple flick of the wrist, locking
Torrie inside…possibly for good.
“But…but why? Please don’t do anything you won’t
regret later.” She begged, tears beginning to form at
the corners of her eyes.
“Aw…come on, please stay Torrie. I’m really
lonely…I just need someone to ‘hang’ with.” I
exclaimed, thrusting my crotch forward. “Hungry? Why
Wait?” Torrie continued to just stare at me in
absolute fear, backing herself up against the wall as
I started to inch forward towards the bed.
“Josh…please…”
“Is this about money, Torrie, because money is no
option. How much to you want: $50, $100, $500,
$1000? Whatever you need…I can give you.”
“But…but I…I’m engaged. I’m engaged to Peter…”
She started, trailing off as those same tears began
rolling down her cheeks. Normally, I would’ve started
feeling REALLY bad at this point, but quite honestly I
didn’t give a fuck how she felt. I had been
double-crossed tonight by someone that I wasn’t sure
of, my partner was injured thanks to some fuckin’
mexicans, and not to mention the condition I myself
was in. The way Stephanie reacted to last week really
made me feel bad, ya know…about the video blackmail
we were gonna’ pull and all. I was beginning to feel
used, and I had no idea what was going to become of my
career. The drugs and the alcohol that were in my
body made me snap, so to speak, and tonight I was
getting what I so rightfully deserved, according to my
over-loaded brain.
“Listen Torrie, I know you’re engaged. WHY it is to
Kidman, or ‘Peter’ as you so graciously pointed out,
I’m not sure, but let me tell you something…he
doesn’t deserve you. You’re absolutely
beautiful…and in 3 years your career has advanced
more than his has, and more than it ever will. You
deserve so much better…and I think that I can give
it to you. Besides, once he realizes that your only
important parts have been ravaged by a man with a dick
NOT resembling a 4 year old boy, he’s not gonna’ want
anything to do with you anymore.” I declared boldly.
“How DARE you!” She exclaimed, stepping towards me
and slapping me hard in the right cheek. I grabbed my
face in shock, then reached forward and grabbed her
wrist, throwing her up against the wall and trapping
her underneath my weight.
“Torrie…you really, REALLY, don’t wanna’ piss me
off right now. I’m trying to be nice…I am using
every ounce of self-restraint that I have to be
nice…but I WILL hit you if I have to. Sure, when
you looked at me the first time, you would’ve never
thought that I would be capable of something like
this, right? Well…normally you’d be right…except
tonight is no ordinary night for you or me. No, no
Torrie, because tonight I am going to get what I
want…no matter if it is by FORCE,” I exclaimed,
tightening my grip around her wrists, causing her to
squirm underneath me and cry out at the same time.
“Or, if it is by…cooperation.” I said, letting her
go, standing back and awaiting her response. I pulled
out $500 and waved it in front of her face, which she
weakly accepted as her head dropped down in total
shame. “Excellent. Good choice. Now, if you’ll make
your way over to the bed, we can get started.”
“OK…” She answered, placing the money down on a
nearby dresser. She walked over to the middle of the
room and stood at the edge of the bed, awaiting my
command.
“OK Torrie…go ahead and take off your clothes.” I
said, gesturing with my hands. She flipped her hair
back behind her ears then reached behind her back,
reaching the zipper with her fingers and slowly
pulling it down. She pulled the straps down off her
arms and dropped the dress in a crumpled heap at her
feet.
“Nice…very nice.” I exclaimed, my eyes focused in
on her breasts. They were big and firm, her nipples
erect and pointing out like erasers. “Are you
cold…or are you starting to get into this?”
“I’m…cold.” She answered, again looking down at
the floor.
“Alright Torrie…go ahead and bend over the bed so I
can check out that ass.” I ordered. Torrie bent over
the bed wearing a white g-string, pushing her ass out
and squeezing her legs together in order to give me a
view of it’s full roundedness. I walked up behind her
and squeezed her right ass cheek hard, feeling it’s
firmness against the palm of my hand. As I kneaded
the flesh in-between my fingers she arched her back,
putting herself more at ease than before. This didn’t
last long, as without warning I grabbed her arms and
folded them behind her back, quickly latching on a
pair of handcuffs to her wrists and now leaving her
defenseless. I then grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her head up, stabbing her softly in the neck
with my still-concealed cock. It was then that I
noticed the gloss on her lips; all sparkly and
glittery n’ shit. It’s almost like she got dressed up
JUST for me.
“Please…don’t hurt me…” She begged. I
immediately started to chuckle, running my hand up the
side of her neck to feel her pulse. Her heart was
beating rapidly, as she was obviously afraid, and I
was getting off on it. I helped her turn back to face
me, resting her back and arms against the edge of the
bed as she rested somewhat comfortably on her knees
before me, my crotch brushing against her nose and
mouth as I gently stroked my hands through her hair..
“Torrie, I’m not gonna’ hurt you…too badly, anyway.
I don’t wanna’ get in trouble for any of this…I’m
just a little under the influence right now and I have
no control over myself. It’s nothing personal…and I
GUARANTEE nothing of the sort will EVER happen again,
after tonight of course. We never have to talk, look,
or even acknowledge each other’s presence on this
Earth ever again after this…just please cooperate
with me.”
“OK…please…just be gentle…” She begged. Her
eyeliner and shit was all messed up from the tears,
but she still looked sexy as hell. I thrust my crotch
hard against her face, signaling to start.
“Well…go ahead.”
“But…I can’t…my hands…”
“Use your teeth, bitch!” I exclaimed impatiently.
Torrie lowered her head forward, using her teeth to
grasp the waistband of my shorts and gently tug down
until they fell at my ankles, doing the same with my
boxers. Her eyes opened wide in shock as my cock
bobbed up and smacked her directly under the nose upon
revelation. “Ya like that? I bet ol’ Billy boy ain’t
gotta’ dick like this.” I exclaimed, waving it in her
face. “Ain’t that right, Torrie?” She didn’t answer,
so I swung my dick like a baseball bat, nailing her
first in the left cheek
“Well…” WHACK! I nailed her right in the left
cheek, swinging my dick like a baseball bat directly
at her face. She didn’t respond, so I swung and hit
her in the right eye this time, then hauled off and
dick smacked her directly across the bridge of the
nose. “ANSWER ME!” I yelled impatiently. Again she
didn’t respond, so I grabbed her by the shoulders and
pulled back about 8 inches, taking careful aim as I
lunged forward and stabbed her directly in the throat
with my dick head. She immediately fell backwards and
began sputtering desperately for air, gagging and
coughing horribly.
“Yes…(cough)(cough)…Yes, you’re dick…is much
bigger…” She trailed off before starting to gag
again.
“Listen, bitch, If you puke on the bed I seriously
will hurt you. You know I have to sleep there…among
other things. Now get up and put this schlong in your
mouth, cunt-whore. NOW!!!!” I shouted impatiently.
Cautiously, she began inching towards my cock, getting
closer by the second. “I SAID NOW!!!” I shouted
again, grabbing her by the hair and shoving her head
towards my dick. Finally she was mouth level with it,
and as she opened her jaw wider and wider she began to
slowly inch her mouth forward on my gigantic rod,
managing to only take in about the 1st 3 inches or so.
This was definitely not working for me, as you may
imagine…especially after what I had received at the
hands of the boss’s daughter. I decided it was time
for me to take further control of this already horrid
ordeal.
“Get ready for this shit, bitch!!!” I said, as I
grabbed her by the base of the head and plunged deep
into her esophagus, making it impossible for her to
breathe and increasing my pleasure ten fold. I began
rapidly pummeling her mouth with my meat, and the
resounding noise, a proverbial flesh-whapping if you
will, sounded across the room as my ball sack bounced
of her chin wildly while I choke fucked the shit out
of her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” I said
between moans. Gargling, choking, and quite-honestly
if you ask me, near death, Torrie Wilson was a sight
to see. Her mascara was completely washed down her
face and spit was coming out of the sides of her
mouth. Her face was just beginning to turn purple
before I finally pulled out, leaving her gasping and
sputtering for dear life.
“Listen, slave! I am going to cum soon and I want
you to swallow it all. If you don’t, I will SMACK YOU
IN THE MOUTH!!!! Now get on it and start sucking
again!!!!” I shouted forcefully. She just lay on the
ground, gagging and choking like I had hurt her or
something. “Did you not hear me bitch???? I said
start giving me pleasure, orally, or I will end
you!!!” I shouted, this time louder.
“But…but I don’t swallow nut…I can’t stand the
taste.” She managed to choke out in between repeated
gasps for air.
“I’m sorry? What did you just say to me? I think I
heard you talk. I said suck, not talk. Are you
really that stupid, cunt? I choose to believe that
you aren’t, and I don’t give a shit what you like the
taste of!! If I tell to drink my piss, you do it!!
You do whatever I say!!! Is that clear?” I asked
her. She did not respond. SMACK!!! I let her have
it with the old backhand to the mouth and I damn near
knocked the bitch stupid. She lay dazed on the ground
for a minute, her eyes still open as she was trying to
regain her sense of self-awareness. She didn’t have
time, as I was quick to once again grab her by the
hair, pull her back up to her knees and place my dick
on her scalp, dangling my balls against her nose and
now semi-bloody lips, as she was now beginning to
bleed slightly out of the corner of her mouth.
“Please…stop…”
“Torrie…why are you making things so DIFFICULT!” I
shouted, slamming my fist down hard on the end table.
“Just do what I tell you…and you get to leave with
the most important thing intact…your life. It sure
as hell won’t be your dignity or self-respect, I can
tell you that much. Now suck my balls!” I exclaimed,
somewhat perturbed. She stuck out her tongue and
flicked my right nut, then swirled over to the other,
using her lips to begin sucking on them. She was
still hesitant, but beginning to truly understand the
severity of the situation she was in. I grabbed my
dick and pushed it all the way up against my stomach,
squatting my legs slightly so I could tea-bag my balls
in and out of her red, glistening lips. I would stop
every so often and hold them there, grabbing her by
the back of the head and pushing forward until I had
reached a satisfied point.
“OK…now it’s time for you to suck me off until I
cum down your throat. The sooner you get this done,
the sooner you can leave. I’m not a bad guy
Torrie…I’m just a little twisted.” I said gently,
whapping my dick lightly at her closed lips. She
opened her mouth and popped the crown inside, slowly
dragging her lips over it before thrusting her mouth
down slightly further, dragging her lips back again
over 2 inches of my shaft before again thrusting her
head slightly forward. After several valiant tries,
she still only managed to get about half of my dick
down her throat at a time, and that was a chore in
itself. As her head bobbing started to speed up,
cheeks puffed out and lips tightly puckered, a loud
and rather embarrassing slurping sound came from deep
in her throat that sent shivers up and down my spine.
Almost like a reaction, my hand once again found the
back of her head and instinctively pushed forward,
holding her there as the throbbing sensation in my
cock shaft grew more and more as the seconds flew by.
A smile slowly crept across my face as I began to
realize that I enjoyed watching and hearing her
struggle for air while trying so desperately to please
me at the same time, the feel and sight of her hot
mouth and sexy lips moving over my slick cock shaft
was absolutely incredible; a sight that I imagine few
men have ever seen.
I felt the tip of my dick touch the back of her
throat, the vibrations from the contractions of her
throat muscles brushing against the veins of my shaft.
She swallowed hard to keep from gagging but only
managed to enhance my pleasure even more, the feeling
of her teeth accidentally scratching at my flesh
finally pushing me over the edge as I roared out in
pleasure, the friction of her mouth on my girth
becoming too much for me to handle.
“Oh shittt…I’m gonna’ cum bitch, and you better
swallow the shit…Ohh fuck!” I exclaimed, pulling
out of her mouth and beginning to jack off in front of
her face. I grabbed the bun in her hair and pulled
down, forcing her head back and her mouth open. As I
pumped my hand furiously around my dick I instructed
her to slowly flick and swirl her tongue into and
around my piss-hole, using her hand to squeeze and
palm my balls at the same time. I was in bliss now as
my balls tightened and I felt my orgasm rising, the
blood pumping in my ears and completely flooding my
vision as I lost myself in pleasure, throwing my head
back lightly as I simply exploded. I replaced my cock
back in-between her open lips as rope, after rope,
after thick rope of my unborn children flooded into
her mouth and down her throat, forcing me to clasp
onto the sides of her head for support as all the
muscle in my body tightened up at once. Once I had
completely emptied myself I pulled out, wiping the
excess jizz onto her forehead and cheeks before
forcing her to suck on the head some more. My body
was tingling with goose bumps, hair standing on end as
Torrie eventually milked me clean.
“Ohhhh…FUCK!” I exclaimed, smiling brightly as I
took my dick in hand. Surprisingly, it was still very
erect; almost to the point of causing me pain.
Obviously, my brain was telling my body that I wasn’t
quite done with Torrie. “That…that was, very good.
Very good indeed…for someone on an amateur level
such as yourself. Maybe it’s the look in your eyes
that does it for me…maybe the tightness of your
throat, I don’t know exactly. All I know, is that now
we move on to stage 2.”
“But I thought you said…”
“I don’t give a fuck what I said before, BITCH! All
I know is that you better stand up right NOW before I
lose…my…TEMPER!” I exclaimed, grabbing her by the
arm and hauling her to her feet. She trembled in fear
as I slowly circled her, my eyes traveling up and down
every inch of her gloriously nude body. “That’s it.
Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm…you sure are beautiful, ya know
that? God…I can’t believe this is happening, to
me.” I said, stopping and standing behind her. I
rubbed my hands up her arms and rested them on her
shoulders, feeling the goose bumps as she continued to
shake beneath me. I hunched over and grabbed onto her
breasts, all the fight and resistance having been
beaten out of her both mentally and physically, and
began to squeeze the warm, firm flesh between my
fingers, as I had done with her ass cheeks previously.
I noticed her nipples were hard as they poked into my
palms, so I tweaked and rubbed them in-between my
fingers as well, trying to once again gain her trust.
“Do you like this, Torrie? Does it feel good…does
it make your pussy all wet and moist?” I asked,
whispering lightly into her ear. She said nothing as
I licked her earlobe, then kissed her cheek and
continued down her neck, sucking somewhat firmly on
the tasty flesh of her throat as I continued to
massage her sensitive, yet oh so large tits. I could
hear her breathing grow heavier through her nose, but
she kept her mouth closed and said nothing. My dick
was pressed up against her hands, and the touch was
keeping me harder than ever, so I decided to take this
another step further. I kept kissing across her neck
as I stepped around in front of her, sliding my hands
down her sides until they rested at her hips, curling
under the waistband of her very skimpy panties. I
broke the kiss suddenly and startled her, locking my
eyes with hers and staring into them deep; showing no
emotion.
“Am I making you feel good, Torrie? Do you
feel…safe?” I asked. “I’m sorry about
before…really. I…I don’t know what happened.
I’ve never acted like that before…honestly. I
promise I’ll be more gentle…you can trust me.” I
said, running my fingers gently through her hair. She
weakly shook her head yes, then basically gave herself
to me. I guided her around to a doggy-style position
at the foot of the bed, again grabbing the waist band
of her g-string and tugging them down gently until
they fell to the floor. She lay with her head to the
right side, completely flat out on her stomach, her
arms still bound behind her by the steel cuffs and
with her back arched. Her ass was jutted out and
sticking straight in the air, her sexy legs spread
apart and rubbing against mine as I took my position
behind her. I took my dick in hand and slapped it
between both ass cheeks, signaling to her what was
coming next.
“Please…you’re too big. Don’t hurt me…” She
said under her breath. I took my finger and slightly
grazed it across her enflamed lips, feeling that she
was very wet. “Apparently Torrie likes it rough,
something I’m sure Kidman doesn’t know…yet. I’m
pretty sure he’ll experience it soon, though, after I
get done with her…”, I said to myself, lining up
behind the Playboy bunny and poking my dick head at
the entrance to her cunt. I spread her ass cheeks to
expose the open hole, then guided my hard on slightly
inside. The feeling was so compact, but the pressure
felt unbelievable as I slowly slid another couple
inches inside her, gently building up a pace before
immediately bottoming out as deep as possible, resting
my balls comfortably against her cheeks.
“Ohhhhhhh,” She screamed out loudly, burying her
face into the mattress in obvious pain. “Oh my
God…too big…” she continued before trailing off,
plummeting her head back down to the mattress. I
reached forward and grabbed onto her shoulders,
pulling out so just my head was stuck before rearing
back and slamming forward again, another cry escaping
her unexpected lips. She was so tight, I almost
couldn’t believe it. How could Kidman not have turned
this thing out by now? I couldn’t have cared less as
I started to speed up my massive thrusts, basically
throwing myself into her quivering cunt as my grip
tightened around her shoulders. I pushed her forward
while continuing to fuck her, the friction from my
cock slamming down into her velvet lining becoming
greater with each gyration of my hips.
“Yeah…oh shit…so tight…Hmmm, ya’ like that dick
bitch!?” I exclaimed, grabbing her by the hair and
lifting her head off the mattress, turning it to the
right so she could look back at me. Her mouth was
opened in a mixture of shock, and pleasure from what I
sensed. “Answer ME!” I exclaimed before pulling out
of her with a loud, slick pop.
“Y…yes, I love it.” She answered meekly.
“Ahhhhhhhh,” She screamed out unexpectedly as I dove
back in, grabbing her this time by the neck as I again
started to pound her vagina. “Oh God…oh God…oh
God,” She muffled out between tears. “Please
stop…you’re gonna’ tear me apart…please…” While
continuing to ‘rock the boat’ to the sounds of
displeasure, I slapped her in the back of the head
then grabbed onto the cuffs and pulled back on her
arms, arching her back and pushing her down even more
on my tool as her head immediately flew back up. It
was then that I heard a slight ripping noise.
“Shiiiitttttttt!” She exclaimed in terror.
“Oh God…wait…a minute.” I said, slowing down to
a complete stop. “Shit…what the fuck happened?” I
asked, grabbing a hand-full of ass. I spread them as
far as they would go, then found her now widened,
slightly bloody hole. In only about 5 minutes I had
managed to rip her up like saran wrap, her hole no
longer vice like as I took my dick in hand and
continued to stab at her loosened womb.
“What…what do you mean?” She asked shockingly, her
face contorting in pain as she again looked back at
me.
“You’re cunt…it’s not satisfying me anymore. I, I
think I ripped it.”
“Y…you did. You’re too big…please let me go and
I promise I won’t say a word.”
“Did I say you could TALK?!” I roared out, slapping
her across the left side of the face. As soon as her
head hit the mattress I grabbed her neck and pushed
down, trying to suffocate her. “Where the fuck did
that come from, anyways? You know, or at least you
should by know, that you’re not leaving tonight until
I SAY SO! She wriggled and thrashed around as I
rubbed her face around, slowly depleting her air
supply. Only when I saw fit did I pull her up for
air. “Mother FUCKER! If you’re shit’s loose, how am
I supposed to nut? You’re not LEAVING until I nut!”
I yelled out, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her
up completely onto the bed. Her body heaved back and
forth as she filled her lungs with air, staring into
my eyes, once again in fear for her life.
“I’m sorry…don’t kill me…I’m so sorry. How…can
I make it…up to you?” She managed between gasps.
“Torrie…do you honestly think *I* would kill *you*?
My career, not to mention the rest of my life is at
stake here. But…if you’re offering…go ahead and
rotate that ass back around towards me. I’ve got a
little something in mind.” I said, slapping my hand
down on her right ass cheek.
“What…what are you going to do?” She asked
nervously. I opened the dresser drawer and pulled out
a tube of lubricant, squeezing a tiny bit onto my
finger.
“I think you’re smart enough to figure that one out.”
I answered, spreading her ass cheeks once again and
sliding my finger slightly up her puckered asshole.
“Oh God…Ow…please, anything but this…oooh.”
“Sorry bitch, but what I say goes. And I say that in
order for you to escape this situation with your life,
you will take my dick up your ass until I cum. Is
that understood?” I asked, grasping her by the chin
and raising her head up towards my face. She said
nothing, but shook her head ‘yes’ immediately. I
snaked my fingers around her throat and held her in
place as I took my dick and began to poke at her
puckered anus, nearly fitting just the head inside
before she started to wince and moan in pain.
“Oh God…you’re tearing me open…No…” She tried
to beg, but I would have none of it. More tears
rolled down Torrie’s face, forming somewhat of a
puddle under where her head lay. I knew that she
wanted so desperately to say or do something that
would save her at the last minute, “But that wasn’t
possible” I told myself. She opened her mouth to say
something, then merely grunted in agony as I fully
penetrated her pink anus. Her ass was picture perfect
and rock hard, clamping down on my dick so tightly
that I just had to let out a moan. With each thrust
she tried desperately to push her ass back in order to
speed things up, but I grabbed her around the throat
with my hands and forced her down, holding her there
as she continued to squeal underneath me.
“Nah, bitch, I’ll nut when I’m damn good and ready!”
I exclaimed, shoving myself in as deep as humanly
possible, causing her to yell out involuntarily.
“OOooohhhh, stop, I’m sorrrrryyyyy, ungh,” Torrie
moaned. I could feel the glands in her throat as my
grip became tighter, pushing up even deeper until I
felt what I believed to be her colon. “Uuuunnnggghhh”
She screamed out helplessly, the life she once had
beginning to slowly flash before her eyes. Meanwhile
I showed her no mercy whatsoever, pounding away while
watching her slowly suffocate to death underneath me.
I stopped very suddenly but left my dick inside,
slowly rocking back and forth.
“Stop…please…” She said in a raspy voice; this
her last desperate attempt to keep her life before
death came swooping over. But I couldn’t hear her; I
didn’t want to hear her. My vision was starting to
turn red, and I could feel my impending explosion
boiling in my ball sack. I continued to thrust harder
and faster, feeling the blood slowly start to trickle
from out of her ass. Then, without an ounce of
warning, I lost it and started to blow my load into
the limp body of Torrie Wilson. I continued to hump
her as I came and came and came, falling to the floor
as all the energy was seemingly being sucked from out
of me.
I lay there for a significant period of time, waiting
for my eyes to roll back into place from the back of
my head. I immediately reached for a blunt, sparked
it, and took a hit, savoring its familiar taste before
exhaling up into the ceiling. I stood up from the
floor and cleaned myself up in the bathroom, putting
on my clothes after taking a long awaited piss. Upon
walking back into the room I noticed her body was
still in the same position; ass jutted out in the air
and on her knees, head lying stiff on the mattress to
the right side, arms still handcuffed behind her back.
I walked over to her and placed my fingers against
her collar bone and throat area, quickly noticing that
she still had a pulse, thank God. She would be fine
in a couple of hours. I tried so hard not to kill
her, but I thought I had done the deed for sure.
Anyway, it didn’t really matter; I had just committed
rape…and I felt DAMN good about it.
I pulled out my infamous dresser drawer of blunts,
setting it down before quickly gathering up all the
rest of my shit. I took the key to her handcuffs and
unlocked them, putting them inside my drawer. I took
her body and laid it back first on the bed, pulling
the blanket up over her still nude form. I then
folded her clothes across the back of a chair, and
called her cell phone to leave a message for her when
she got up.
“Hey Torrie…it’s me. Thanks for the great evening;
you’re a really fun person. If you tell ANYBODY…I
WILL kill you.” Click. I then picked up my drawer
and walked out of the room as though nothing had ever
happened, tossing the money I had promised her on the
nearby end table…
*************************************************************************************
Sunday, May 18th
Judgment Day
…I had no idea what time it was, but I had been
sleeping for quite some time. After wiping the crust
from my eyes, I glanced over at the digital clock on
the night stand to the right of me, quickly noticing
that it was just half past noon…and that I had no
idea where I was. After stretching out my arms while
yawning, I somewhat rolled out from underneath the
comforter and sat on the edge of my bed.
“Where the fuck am I?” I asked myself, opening the
dresser drawer of the night stand and grabbing a
blunt, quickly lighting it before inhaling my first
hit of smoke, savoring it’s piney taste before
swishing it around in my mouth and exhaling it into
smoke rings. I stood up from the bed and walked into
the bathroom ready to take a piss, but before I could
even take 2 steps my cell phone rang from out of
nowhere, making my pounding headache even worse.
“Hello?” I said in an angry voice, just waiting for
the other person to talk before I went off on them.
“Who the fuck is this?”
“Josh, this is Bischoff. What is your problem?” His
annoying high-pitched voice only intensified my
migraine.
“I had a little too much fun last night…let’s just
leave it at that.” I replied slowly. “Where the fuck
am I?” I once again asked, this time out loud.
“You, my friend, are in the corporate suite.
Complements of yours truly, just to let you know.”
“And, how did this all commence?” I asked, my head
pounding with utter confusion.
“Nevermind that, J, you need to get moving because
you have an appointment with Stephanie at 1:30 today.”
He announced.
“And *when* did I make this alleged ‘appointment’?” I
asked, more confused and now perturbed.
“You didn’t, I did. You have to meet her at the GE
Center in Downtown, Nashville, to let her know that
there has been a change in tonight’s program.” He
said, snickering lightly.
“What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout, Bischoff?” I
asked.
“Well, let’s just say a little birdie told me that
Team Angle is unable to compete tonight…perhaps
permanently. Now get the fuck down there and use your
newly acquired positions to declare yourselves the new
champions, via forfeit.” He answered, angrily.
“Wait a minute. How is that?” I was majorly
confused now, and my state of mind from the excessive
drinking the night before wasn’t helping my brain
process regular thought.
“Well, I kinda’.. sort of.. sent The Dudley Boyz
to…give them a pre-match ‘warm up’.” He replied.
“Why? You don’t trust us or something?” I asked,
somewhat offended. “You don’t think we can win the
belts on our own…do you?”
“No, no…it’s not that at ALL. I just wanted to, up
your hand so to speak. As your residing GM, I do
everything in my power to accommodate YOU. Besides,
this gives you the perfect opportunity to get more
tape of Stephanie. Nothing special; perhaps a quick
hummer or something, I don’t know. Just make it look
spontaneous. I want it to be better than your first
tape…if that’s even possible.” He instructed.
“OK, ‘director’.” I replied sarcastically.
“All I’m saying is that if this wrestling thing
doesn’t work out, you could always be a pornstar.
Where do you hide it all?” He asked.
“I seriously hope you didn’t just make a reference to
my penis size.” I said, disturbingly. “Anyways, I’ll
be there on time…just gotta’ get ready n’ shit.”
“Good. Report back immediately after the meeting.
I’ll see you guys later.” He said before hanging up.
“Man, my dick sure is being overworked as of late.
It kinda makes me miss the good ol’ days. Nah, what
am I saying? I fuck the wrestling bitches now…how
awesome is that?” I exclaimed into the mirror,
stepping into the bathroom to get ready for my
spur-of-the-moment appointment…
****************************************
…I arrived at the Gaylord Entertainment Center
around 1:20, of course completely blowed out of my
mind. I nearly tripped inside the revolving glass
door before tumbling to the floor in front of the main
lobby. As I made my way towards the locker room area
I took my spy glasses from their holder and flipped
the switch, putting them on before placing my other
pair into the case, and then back into my pocket. I
passed through the halls quickly and aimlessly, taking
my time until I finally reached the office door of the
west wing. I looked and it said ‘Stephanie McMahon:
General Manager’. I then looked down at my watch;
1:29 PM.
“Just in time.” I said, impatiently knocking on the
door.
“Ah, yes…I’ve been expecting you, J. Come in, come
in.” She gestured, closing the door behind me as I
walked into her office. “Go ahead and take a seat
there in front of my desk.” I walked over to her desk
and sat in the only chair there, waiting for her to
sit down as well so business could start. “I’m glad
you’re on time…how was you evening?” She asked,
trying to spark up a conversation.
“Well…it was different. And yours…” I asked.
“Very hectic…could’ve used some of your performance
enhancer, if ya’ know what I mean.” She said, staring
at the blunt that was burning in my hand.
“Oh…I thought you were talking about something
*else*.” I responded.
“That would’ve been nice, too. Anyways, I just found
out about this meeting this morning. What’s so urgent
that you needed to see me several hours in advance?”
She asked, slamming her hands down on her desk. I did
a double take after that last comment she made, so I
didn’t answer her right away.
“Well, Stephanie…it has come to my attention that
Team Angle is unable to compete tonight in our match.
It seems that they have been the victims of a ‘setup’,
if you will.” I began to explain.
“Yes, that has come to my attention as well. Team
Angle won’t be able to compete again for a long
time…if ever again. I can only hope that you and
your partner had nothing to do with this?” She asked.
“Oh no, I just found out about it this morning. Nick
called me to say that they had been brought into the
same hospital that he is currently occupying.
“OK…and your point is?”
“Well, as 1 representative of the 25% Co-GM’s of
SmackDown!, I am using my powers to make my first
official decision: Although Team Angle may not be
able to compete, the Tag Team Championship WILL be
defended here tonight…by High Time! We are the new
champions via forfeit.” I exclaimed, standing up from
my seat.
“And what makes you think that you’re even capable of
making a decision like this?” She asked, folding her
hands underneath her chin.
“Because…we won your match last week against the
Guerreros, and it was for the #1 Contendership. It’s
not our faults if the opponents get injured before a
match. The people come to these events looking to see
a damn good show, and God Damn’t, tonight WILL
deliver. These people are expecting a Tag Team title
match tonight, and with God as my witness there will
BE a match for those very titles!” I exclaimed,
slamming my fist down on the table in front of
Stephanie. She said nothing but continued to stare
into my eyes, eventually hopping to her feet and
walking around towards me.
“Wow…I like the way you negotiate. You’ll get your
title match tonight…but the opponents will be of my
choosing.” She said, grabbing me by the chin and
tilting my head back. She grabbed the blunt from my
hand and took a couple of hits, exhaling her smoke
directly into my face as I tried to inhale it with my
nose. “Now get those pants off, so we can make this
deal ‘official’.” She said lightly, reaching for my
fly.
“I take it this is for last Thursday, when you nearly
made it impossible for me to ever have children again,
right?” I asked, awaiting her response.
“No, not really…I just can’t get enough dick
nowadays. What can I say…you’ve unleashed the beast
within me. Now speaking of which…” She said,
unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper with
her teeth.
“I’m a little sore…be gentle.” I instructed,
lowering my pants and boxers before sitting back in my
chair. Stephanie immediately dropped to her knees
in-between my legs and went to work, lowering her head
to my balls. She took 1 into her mouth and sucked on
it gently, knowing she had to be sensitive due to my
condition. She plopped it out and repeated with the
other one, gently licking around them in circles
before placing her tongue between them and licking
straight up my shaft. She started slapping my cock
against her tongue, licking around the head tightly
with her tongue as she continued to stroke it around
in a circular motion.
“You like that, baby? Mmmm, ’cause I know I do,”
She sighed, plopping the head into her mouth and
sucking on it firmly, dragging her lips across it in a
loud smack as she pulled it out, taking more and more
of my cock deep into her throat with every head thrust
forward. She deep throated me and opened her lips,
continuing to thrash her tongue against my sack as she
pushed her mouth forward into my pubic hair. I threw
my head back in ecstasy, grabbing the back of her head
and guiding her up and down on my cock with increasing
force, almost literally bouncing her skull like a
basketball. She grabbed my balls with her right hand
and stroked them furiously as she fucked my dick with
her mouth, taking her other hand and slipping it
underneath my ass, pushing me up to my feet and
burying my tool as deep down her throat as possible.
Once I was standing, she spread my butt cheeks with
her hands and slipped her right index finger into the
tightness off my asshole, making me jolt forward in
both pleasure and unexpectedness.
“Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit! I’m gonna’ cum…so
much!” I yelled out as she continued to deep throat
my fiery man stick. She kept my dick wedged down her
throat as she continued humping her face against my
crotch, grabbing me by the ass cheeks and pulling me
in even deeper until I completely lost it and started
cumming down her throat. She stroked my balls with
her hand as I emptied myself into her orifice, finally
pulling back as a string of spit and cum connected her
chin to my dick. “Ohhh…Ohhh Jesus Christ!
Hmmm…God Damn Steph, you’re the best GM a guy could
ever ask for…” I exclaimed as she licked up the
excess jizz from my dick head and her chin. She stood
up and situated herself as though nothing had
happened.
“The deal is done. I wish you the best of luck in
your match tonight…now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got
some preparation left to do before the show. Thanks
for the ‘refreshments’, though.” She said, pinching
my ass before opening the door for me. I thanked her
for the great blowjob, then shut the door behind me
and headed towards the bathroom, replacing my spy
glasses with my real glasses before stepping up to the
urinal and taking a gigantic piss…
****************************************
…The time had slowly arrived. It was now about
7:20; Judgment Day had already started up with the FBI
& John Cena defeating Spanky, Rhyno, and Chris Benoit.
The 2nd match of the night was between La Resistance
and Scott Steiner/Test. Needless to say Stacy Keibler
was the only participant I was watching out there,
which really says something about how much respect I
have for those 4 guys. Anyways, time was slowly
winding down to our match, and Nick was nowhere to be
seen. I paced impatiently in the locker room, blunt
in hand, just waiting for something to happen that
would totally ruin my career. Then, just as I was
opening the door to head down to the entrance I ran
into, you guessed it, ‘The Chief’ himself…Nick
Smith.
“Dawg, where the fuck have you been? Our match is up
NEXT!” I exclaimed, tossing him a blunt. “Light up
man…I have a feeling this is gonna’ be a long night
for the both of us.” I said, also tossing him a
lighter.
“Sorry man, I had to get ready n’ shit…I just
didn’t have an idea of the time.” He said, taking a
hit. That didn’t sound like anything he would ever
say, so I began to feel a little suspicious.
“Besides, I didn’t even get out of there until around
4:00. I had to catch up on my drinking, ya know?”
“Yeah man…I know. I’m just sorry that you had to
miss out on last night.” I said, smiling. “And this
morning, for that matter.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He asked,
suspicious in his own right.
“Gentlemen, you’re on in 10.” A stagehand said after
opening our door, disappearing just as quickly as he
had appeared. Nick and I both walked out the doorway
and into the hallway, walking down the corridor to the
entrance, talking the entire length.
“Last night, Nick, I have no idea what happened to
me. I snapped dawg, plain and simple. I had weed in
my system, Vicaden, and like 7 Rum & Cokes…I was
gone. Anyways, I started to hear voices…and I
eventually raped Torrie Wilson. The only recollection
of the night is in the confines of my spy glasses. I
think there might be something wrong with me.” I
confessed, his mouth open in shock the entire time.
“Holy shit dawg…you did this without ME?” He
asked, I guess not surprised in the least.
“Hell yeah…and it was great. I beat her, I
humiliated her…I even tore her cunt and ass holes.
Billy Kidman is gonna’ be just a tad upset once he
finds out what happened…but there won’t be shit he
can do about it. But the great thing is…she won’t
tell anybody. I paid her off, and I of course
threatened to finish the job next time. Oh yeah, I
forgot, I almost killed her, too.”
“Holy shit, dawg!” Nick said uneasily. “What did
you do this morning that can even compare to that?”
“Oh, I got more tape on Stephanie. She gave me head,
no big deal.” I answered quickly.
“Well that’s great. By the way…just who ARE we
fighting tonight?” Nick asked impatiently, changing
the subject out of nowhere.
“So you got the call from Bitchoff, too?”
“Yeah, he said something about a meeting with you and
Stephanie this morning?”
“Oh yeah. Eric sent the Dudleyz to beat Team Angle
nearly to death. Because of this, I used my power,
our *powers*, to officially recognize us as the new
tag champions. Therefore, due to the fact that Team
Angle is unable to wrestle us, Stephanie has also
recognized us as champions, and tonight we will be
defending the titles instead.” I announced, slapping
him a high-five.
“So, Eric didn’t think we could win on our own?” He
asked, offended.
“No, no, he said that he did it to help us out,
seeing as he has to ‘accommodate’ us, or some shit
like that. I gotta admit, I’m a little high.” I
said.
“You’re high? I haven’t gotten high in like 2 days,
man. I’m fuckin ripped and I been drinkin all day!!”
He exclaimed.
“Wait a minute. I left you a copious amount of pot,
I think it was like 4 blunts or something around
there, and you haven’t gotten high in two days? That
just doesn’t make any sense, man. None at all.”
“Well, considering I have the nickname ‘The Chief’
for a reason, and I was highly depressed because I
couldn’t leave the hospital, I just went ahead and
smoked all 4 back to back. I got so high I nearly
puked.” He replied.
“Damn man, your crazy. Not to mention stupid, but
anyways Eric basically made it a little easier for us
to become champs, being as Team Angle had no chance
against us in the first place. So it doesn’t really
matter, because no matter what…tonight, at Judgment
Day…High Time will leave as WWE Tag Team Champions,”
I said, doing my best Triple H impression, adding
little ‘uhhs’ after every word.
“That was a nice Triple H…oh, hey Triple H.” Nick
said as I wheeled around to find Hunter standing
behind me, glaring angrily with his beady little eyes.
“Are you making fun of the Game?” He asked taking a
step towards me.
“Actually, that wasn’t my best effort, let me do a
better one. I am the Gameuhhh…I am overpaiduhhh…I
have a really small dickuhhh, and my wife is a
slutuhhh…as a matter of fact me and Nick fucked her
in the assuhhh…” I didn’t have time to finish as
Hunter threw a right cross that just about broke my
jaw, knocking me down hard to the concrete. Nick was
on him in a second, throwing hard rights and lefts to
his head and chest. As Hunter started to go down,
Randy Orton came out of nowhere and bull-rushed Nick,
sending him down almost right next to me. As I slowly
got to my feet, Triple H low blowed me and I dropped
down to my knees, then Orton stepped up in front of me
wielding a steel chair. With one mighty swing, he
laid me out with a crushing shot to my forehead,
cutting my head open horribly. All I could see was
blood.
Nick wasn’t faring to well either, as Randy Orton
beat him senseless with the same chair that was
smeared with my blood. But they weren’t done yet.
“HHH, pick up Chief and hold him against the wall.”
Randy said as he brought the chair up to swing again.
HHH did as he was told and Nick was pretty much out on
his feet. Out of nowhere, Nick began to mount an
offense, swiftly kicking HHH in the balls. Randy
attempted to hit him with the chair, but Nick kicked
him in the stomach and clotheslined the shit out of
him, knocking him against the wall behind him. He
crumpled to the ground and lay there motionless, then
Nick came over to me and knelt down.
“Dude, are you alright?” He asked skeptically. All
I could gargle out through the blood was a meek “Watch
out” as I saw HHH coming up on Nick from behind, but
it was too late. With one thrust, HHH hit Nick in the
back of the head, knocking him out instantly. As I
lay there, nearly unconscious and still bleeding
profusely, Triple H stepped over me holding his deadly
weapon.
“Don’t try to play The Game. It’s one you can’t
win.” He said and turned around to leave…
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…We both lie there for several minutes, unconscious
and left for dead, blood flowing steadily down my face
as it covered Nick’s neck. I managed to stand up by
using the wall for leverage, taking off my Ram’s
jersey so I could wipe the blood flow from my eyes and
face. Nick struggled to a sitting position, breathing
heavily and clutching his ribs, making it appear as
though he had re-aggravated his rib injury. I grabbed
his hand and helped pull him up, leaning him back
against the wall so he could maintain his balance. I
took my jersey and dabbed at the back of his head,
making sure to put enough pressure on it so the blood
would stop flowing. Just then Test, Scott Steiner, &
Stacy Keibler all stepped through the curtain, coming
upon the carnage for the 1st time as their match was
just now coming to an end.
“Oh my God!” Stacy exclaimed, rushing over to where
we sat. “What happened to you guys?”
“Ah…no big deal. HHH and Randy Orton just sneak
attacked us…it’s all good.” Nick said nonchalantly.
“But anyways, how are YOU doing?” He asked, taking
her hand into his and kissing it lightly. Just then
Test stepped forward and intervened, grabbing Stacy
hastily by the arm and pulling her to his side,
erasing the smile completely off her beautiful face.
“Um…excuse me? What the fuck are you doing,
‘Chief’?” He asked aggressively, pushing him back
hard into the wall. Nick said nothing and immediately
threw a punch, catching Test directly in the jaw and
knocking him down to his knees.
“You want some too, bitch?” Nick asked Scott,
stepping towards him defensively. Steiner said
nothing and immediately grabbed Stacy Keibler and took
off down the hall, looking at Nick the entire way
until she turned around the left side corner. Test
got to his feet and tried to attack us from behind,
but Nick caught him off guard with another shot to the
forehead, knocking him out cold. “God Damn!” He
exclaimed, shaking his wrist in slight pain. “I think
I broke my fuckin’ hand, man.” He exclaimed again
cursing lightly.
“Come on man…were on, like, now.” I said, pointing
towards the entrance. Our music had already started
playing as we both stepped through the black
curtain…
…” Ladies & Gentlemen, the following contest is
scheduled to be a ladder match! Introducing
first…from St. Louis, Missouri…weighing in at a
total combined weight of 560lbs., Violent J & The
Chief…High Time!” Our music had already been
playing for sometime now, but we finally emerged from
the back, torn up from our previous assault. The
blood was still pouring heavily out of my head, and I
was beginning to feel woozy. Nick, on the other hand,
was barely able to walk. He was favoring his ribs
heavily, and he was stumbling around like he was
drunk.
“Dude, Nick, I think you have a concussion man!!”
And it was true. He was still bleeding heavily from
HHH’s shot with the sledgehammer and his skin was
deathly white. He looked like he was about to pass
out. He began to fall into me, and I carried him the
rest of the way to the ring hanging on my shoulder. I
didn’t see how this was going to be possible. The
match was pretty much going to be handicapped, and I
didn’t even know who the opponents were. Just as I
pushed Nick into the ring, Stephanie McMahon’s music
blared from the PA and The Billion Dollar Princess
herself entered through the curtains with mic in hand.
“Everybody listen up! Tonight, you were expecting to
see a ladder match between High Time and Team Angle
for the WWE Tag Team Championship. However, due to
situations that are beyond my control, Charlie Haas
and Shelton Benjamin won’t be able to compete tonight.
Therefore, I have officially stripped them of the
titles…and will award them to the winners of the
following match. Now, seeing as there are no
opponents for High Time tonight, I took it upon myself
to pick a very interesting and very deserving duo.
Ladies and Gentleman, the opponents for High Time
are… The Undertaker and Nathan Jones!!!” The crowd
jumped to their feet as The Undertaker’s music hit,
and I nearly shit my pants.
Nathan Jones came out of the curtain first and rushed
the ring, sliding in gracefully. I turned to make
sure Nick was up and ready to fight, but Jones
blindsided me with a powerful diving clothesline that
sent me crashing down to the mat. As he picked me up,
I could see ‘Taker climbing in the ring and take aim
on Nick, signaling the official beginning of the
match.
DING! DING! DING!
He walked over to him and picked him up, throwing him
into the corner by his shoulder. He began pummeling
him in the chest and face area with rights and left,
hitting him with amazing fury. Nick began to fall to
the ground, but ‘Taker grabbed him and hoisted him up
onto his shoulders, getting him into the tombstone
position. Somehow Nick managed to wriggle out of his
grasp and land behind him, punching him in the back of
the head with such force that both men fell with the
impact. Meanwhile, Nathan Jones and I were slugging
it out in the opposite corner, each punch he threw at
me I did my best to come back with something even
harder. He eventually tired of this and grabbed me
hard by the throat, rearing back while holding the top
rope and throwing me outside the ring, making me do a
stomach first back-flip onto the apron and to the
outside of the ring.
He of course came after me and capitalized on my
condition by throwing me shoulder first into the steel
steps, knocking them loose from their foundation as
the sound echoed loudly throughout. Nick had managed
to stand on his own accord and was attempting to mount
an offense against a reeling Undertaker before Jones
jumped at Nick and smashed him hard against the
corner, going after his injured ribs. I rolled inside
with a newly acquired chair from ring announcer
Lillian Garcia, and was just about to use it before
Undertaker threw out his right leg in my direction,
knocking the chair back into my own face and dropping
me down to the mat. I didn’t even give the pain time
to kick in before staggering back to my feet and
directly into a clothesline from Jones, leaving me
down just long enough for The Undertaker to bounce
against the ropes and drop a leg onto my chest from
about 4 feet in the air, knocking the wind right out
of me. I did regain my senses quick enough to see
that Jones was dropping down on me in a splash, so I
rolled out of the way and gave ‘Taker a low blow as he
bent down to pick me up. I threw a right hand that
hit him in the left eye, then threw my elbow back at
Jones instinctively and hit him directly in the chin,
twirling around and slamming my arm across his chest
as hard as I could into a powerful clothesline that
nearly knocked him off his feet.
I picked Nathan Jones up and draped him across my
shoulders, using all of my strength to throw him up
and over onto his back in a version of John Cena’s
F-U. Upon standing up I walked directly into ‘Taker’s
awaiting hand as it clamped down onto my throat,
seemingly squeezing the life right out of me. I
closed my eyes and awaited the end result…but it
never came as Nick had somehow managed to grab the
steel chair, winding back with all the strength he had
left and cracking it against his lower back and
kidneys. I fell to the mat as ‘Taker went down to his
knees, writhing in pain before falling victim to
another equally as painful shot, this one to the
shoulder blades knocking him down onto his stomach.
Nick spiked the chair down to the mat and yelled out
towards the crowd before quickly falling down to his
own knees, clutching his ribs with his left arm while
trying to hold his right hand steady. I went over to
check on him as Nathan Jones crawled up to his hands
and knees, cutting him off with a baseball slide to
the face before he could attempt anything further.
I hoisted Nick to his feet and propped him up in the
corner, gently slapping him around and trying to
revive him. I picked up Nathan Jones and whipped him
into the ropes, rushing forward and slamming my arm
once again across his chest in another clothesline,
using the force of the move to grab him by the neck
and throw him over the top rope to the outside floor.
I slinked to the outside and immediately went after
the ladder, running at Jones head on and smashing the
ladder against his chest and abdomen, knocking him
back against the steps and once again to the floor.
As I stepped towards the ring apron and attempted to
slide the ladder into the ring, Undertaker ran and
slid into the side of the ladder, smashing into my
face and busting my nose. Blood started to pour out
as I fell to the floor, clutching my face in agony.
Good god I had never felt a pain identical to this in
my entire life, and that was saying something.
‘Taker slid to the outside to capitalize on his
offense, and Nathan Jones started to get up as well.
I slowly made my way to my feet, using the announce
table to hold my balance. As soon as I got up, Jones
hit me with a left, then a right, and I fell back
against the table, sending a throbbing pain throughout
my whole upper body. As Jones attempted to pick me
up, I threw up my left hand in his face, knocking him
backwards into the Undertaker. I began sending
punches in both their directions, doing what I could
to keep them off of me, and so far, I was succeeding.
I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and
looked to my right. Nick was up on the turnbuckle,
waiting for the perfect moment to leap.
As Nick took that leap off of the top rope, I moved
out of the way. He hit them both with an amazing
Front flip senton bomb, knocking them painfully to the
floor. This was complete mayhem, and Nick was most
likely unconscious from the impact. I slowly slid into
the ring, hoping to be able to climb the ladder to
grab the belts. Unfortunately, Nathan Jones had other
plans. Somehow he had made his way to his feet,
sliding into the ring with the ladder. I made my way
to my feet, bending over to get the chair from
previously. As I turned around with the chair, Jones
swung the ladder at me, smacking it into my ribs,
sending me reeling to the canvas. He made his way
over to me and began stomping the holy crap out of me,
stopping momentarily to catch his breath, then
continuing with the onslaught of my rib and torso
area. Finally, he stopped kicking me and picked me
up. He irish whipped me of the ropes, and I ducked
his clothesline, coming back off the ropes with
intense speed and lifting my leg of the ground and
shoving into his jaw, connecting with an almost
perfect big boot, knocking him down with a deafening
thud, shaking the entire ring to it’s very core. I
fell to the mat, clutching my stomach and stomping my
feet against the mat in intense pain. My ribs were
fucking killing me, and I felt blood in my mouth,
insinuating possible internal injuries.
Once again, Nick amazed not only me, but the entire
crowd, which came to their feet in a final culmination
of what High Time had been waiting for. As he slid in
the ring, I could feel the heat of adrenaline once
again surge through my veins, and I knew what was
coming. I threw my hands into the air, signaling for
our finishing move. Nick picked up Jones, and sent
him reeling into the ropes. On his trip back, Nick
picked him up by the legs and dropped into my awaiting
DDT, utilizing a deadly variation of our variation of
the Dudley Death Drop. His body flopped around for a
bit, then stopped, which scared me a bit.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to think on this
subject, as Undertaker slid into the ring, pre-empting
our near victory. Immediately, Nick began stomping
him, kicking him repeatedly in the head, cutting him
over his left eye. ‘Taker’s blood began to spill onto
the apron, and this only excited me more. I picked
him up and lifted him onto my shoulders, slamming him
down into a Death Valley Driver, laying him out
instantaneously. Nick picked up the ladder, and set
it up. He ascended the ladder, and I went up the
other side, not wanting to miss out on the history.
When we got to the top, I saw Nick glance down at The
Undertaker laying, unconscious, below, almost 18 feet
below.
“Nick, don’t, man. I mean it.” I said. I already
knew what was coming, and I really wanted to talk him
out of it, but I knew how stubborn he was.
“Dude, look at him. He’s just laying there, and this
is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I can’t pass
this up.” He said as he looked into my eyes, and I
knew he had to.
“C’mon man, we can end this right now and go get
high,” I said in a final defense, but I knew it was
useless.
“This is the stuff that real highs are made of…”
He signaled to the crowd, and leapt of the top of the
ladder, swinging his body in mid air, landing in a
booming frog splash, which shook the ring once again,
almost making me lose my balance. Amazingly, I stayed
up there, and looked out to the thousands of fans.
“B-V-J…B-V-J…B-V-J..” The crowd came
to their feet once again, chanting my name. I
couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment, and I
paused for a second to bask in the fan appreciation,
throwing my arms out to the side. As I reached up to
grab the belts, I felt the tears rush to my eyes, but
held them back while I pulled the belts down,
signifying the end of our struggle to the top, our
achievement of our life-long dreams. Our music
sounded over the PA and I fell backwards of the
ladder, to tired to hold myself up, blacking out from
the impact.
DING…DING…DING!!!!
“Ladies and Gentleman, the winners of this match, and
NEW WWE Tag Team Champions, HIGH TIME!!!!” Screamed
Lilian Garcia, and the last thing I heard was the
deafening roar of the crowd as darkness surrounded
me…
END OF PART II
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and a bunch of plot-twisting controversy!!!!
-The Star