Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 14:11:51 GMT -6
Standing in the middle of a padded room allows one to wonder where it all went south so to speak. Being dressed in a white jumpsuit and waiting for some person to try and kick my ass is not my idea of riveting fun. Of course people have wanted to kick my ass since high school and few have gotten that job done.
The warden had come in earlier or at least what I thought his job to be. I am sure he was a head shrinker or some shit but he looked to be the man in charge and told me if I was good and fought who he told me to fight I would be able to be out of here in time for my match at Ignite 200 for the World Title.
The door swung open and the only thing that could be thought of to say was a naughty word as Alisa would say. This shit was going to hurt and there was no way around it. There was to be blood on these pretty white uniforms and not all of it would be his.
“Nurse I told you I would be leaving and you tossed me into here? Mister Styles said that I was to be released.”
“Mister Styles has bigger plans in mind for you Mister Riot. Win this fight and you may go to Chicago.”
His back was to me the whole time. Sure I could have fucked him up from behind but that is not really my style. I would rather smack the fuck out of him face to face.
“Who am I supposed to fight for this honor of refereeing a match I don’t even want to be at?”
“Me you fucking retard!”
Rob comes rushing at me like a bull and I knew right away this was going to be as long a night as I had in Texas. That night we were both left in a bloody heap in the middle of the ring. Not even medical attention could be had as the fight raged on. Getting either of us to quit this fight was going to prove difficult but I had information he needed to hear.
Now getting the ear buds in his ears without him giving it away was going to prove to be the harder task. But I am Hunter Fucking Valentyne I am used to impossible tasks. Fuck I made Matt Slater look like he knew what the fuck he was doing in a wrestling ring. I made Dave McDave look credible. Hell I even turned Roger Wright into me for Christ Sakes. I can stick ear buds into this idiot’s ear.
“You fucking asshole you put me in here! I am going to kill you! ARRRRGH!”
Of course this was the battle cry of most Brits when they are angry and I have heard it before. Some sort of guttural scream before they lunge at me to try and take my life away. Now can he not completely destroy the smartphone I procured? Time will tell.
“You fucking idiot you cannot ram my head into the wall of a padded room. It will not hurt you fool!”
Okay perhaps antagonizing him was not the move to make when I needed to subdue him but it was too much fun. Sometimes it is hard to help myself from pissing people off. Of course this only managed to piss him off further. He was punching away at my face like mad as my only resort was to catch him in a rear choke and try to control his rage.
Riot was fighting mad to be caught like this so my arm maneuvered to his ear as the ear bud was slipped into it. The file was played for him to hear…
Warden: You have no idea the contacts I have in the underground fighting world. We can make a ton of money off of this and seeing as you hold both contracts you can stand to benefit greatly. You are not in a position to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Jesse: Define greatly.
Warden: Six figures. High six figures.
Jesse: I feel we can do business. Tell me more.
Warden: We have all of the rooms hooked up to the internet. We simply let others into the room and he have the fights. They are simulcast on the internet with live betting on each fight. Considering the match these two had in Texas I think many people will pay good money to see them fight again. Of course none of your people will be in the way to get harmed and no lawsuits.
Jesse: Send me the documentation and my lawyer will go over it. I had to get a new one that is a little cheaper so it might take some time. As you know I ran into a few contractual snafus over the last closure of the NEW.
Warden: I understand the situation well Mister Styles.
Rob looks up at me with a little less anger as the ear buds are placed back into my pocket without them seeing or at least I fucking hope so. As we are making our way to our feet someone must have come up from behind with some sort of object because the next thing I know my eyes closed and it went snowy real quick. I never saw it but the same must have happened to Rob.
Have you ever had the tickling on your face when you can’t use your hands and it drives you fucking insane? You try everything to itch it but you cannot do it for whatever reason. This is exactly what I was feeling right now as the blood was flowing down the side of my face and the blood from the back of my head was also free flowing.
Of course the reason I was unable to get that blood from trickling down my face was the fact they put my ass in a straight jacket. I really had nothing on but my blood soaked white pants. They even took my socks off which drives me insane. For someone trying to cure my so called insanity they are doing everything in their power to turn me to that.
Ever since I was little I hated being barefoot. Not sure how that shit came about but I always had to have socks on. I even fuck with my socks on. Something about the sensation of the air on my feet drives me nuts. So now here I was with blood flowing down my face and my socks were off. This shit could not possibly get any worse.
“Oh shit that did not go well now did it, mate?”
Okay so I was fucking wrong. Have you ever noticed when a situation sucks balls and you say it cannot get worse it somehow does? Yes behind me somewhere was the man who I have twice tried to beat the ever living hell out of and got a lot of what I wanted. Of course, he got a lot of what he wanted to as we have done a wonderful job of beating the crap out of each other.
“Well that went well. I found out we are being played against each other and now we are stuck here to talk to each other. Someone wants to make money off of us and we both know who that someone is. Do you still think I am his pet?”
“Shut up Hunter. We have to get out of here somehow. Now if that does not happen we will fight and fight and fight until one of us is dead. We are screwed unless we get ourselves out of here.”
The Brit had a point but I damned sure am not going to admit to that. Never conceding to points kind of killed several relationships and marriages as well as relationships with my kids. Why break a perfect record now?
“It isn’t that bad now is it Rob? You get your chance to get your hands on me which is all you have wanted for the last month. Of course you are now finding out I am not as mediocre as you thought I was. Have you figured out yet that I am pretty good inside that fucking ring?”
Now it was Rob’s turn to concede on a point which I was certain he never would. I mean he is British after all and that leads to an air of superiority over the rest of the human race. No chance in hell he would ever admit he was wrong.
“Perhaps I misjudged you a tad. You do have skills in that ring and you are not the second rate hack I thought you to be. But I still deserve to be in that title match.”
“Jesus Christ you are as delusional as Big Tits Valora over there. You have had a grand total of one match in the NEW and you did not win it. So please explain to me how you deserve a fucking thing other than to referee my match and raise my fucking hand in victory. Oh yeah and you are going to put that strap around my waist too, bitch!”
“Well I just came off of a successful match with you…”
“That i carried you to.”
“We both did our part. And seeing as I am the best technical wrestler on Earth I feel like I am worthy of that match.”
“And you are full of shit about being the best technical wrestler in the world. You are not getting a World Title shot after one match. Sorry Rob this is not WECW. You actually have to earn your stripes here before you get a fucking thing. Oh and as for Valora you might want to be careful who you attach yourself to”
“Oh hell! Here we go about the evil of Valora Salinas.”
“Look Valora is New Edge Wrestling’s flavor of the month that lost it’s taste. She goes with the tide and where pop culture tells her is cool. I mean for fuck sakes she joined the Cru because other thought it to be the in thing. She joined Unstable for the same reason. She does not stand for anything other than a bad racial stereotype. That stupid bint does not do anything but become part of a dying fad. Valora Salinas is the NEW’s own Rubic’s Cube. Once the hottest thing and now a relic in a museum somewhere.”
“Why don’t you like her.”
“Same reason I don’t like you Rob. You come into the house that I built and don’t have the courtesy to wipe your feet. This place was nothing before I got here and now it is thriving to the point someone like you would lower yourself to appear here. You have shown nothing but disrespect to the house I built along with Ryan Pugh, Johnny Stylez, Roger Wright, XXX and Jesse Styles among others. You disrespected my house same as she does. The fact that second class loser is being put in the hall of fame makes me sick. It kind of makes me not want to be in it if she is.”
“How did I disrespect the NEW.”
“You think you are better than the rest of us. You look down your nose as if we are not worthy of the great Rob Riot. Get this straight you over hyped piece of shit. You have to prove it to me not the other way around. I could care less what you have done in other places. If you haven’t done it here then you haven’t done it.”
The blood continues to pour down. The warm trickle keeps coming and it makes me wonder if that shit is going to clot soon. Fuck I been bleeding for the last five minutes. I hope I don’t bleed to death in this shit hole. Not exactly the way I want to go out.
“Look Hunter I know you have issues with Valora. But she is really not all that bad.”
“Valora seems to think Blair is the only person to have interference in a match. As I recall Elizabeth Deveroux injected herself into a Texas Death match between her and I and cost me a win. Did I cry foul? Nope. I moved on. So for her to say she has done all of this on her own is complete and utter horseshit. Now granted I had the referee in my pocket but so what? I am supposed to cheat and lie to win. Kind of in the job description at the antagonist here. But to rail on Blair for getting the aid of Iser when Iser only wanted a piece of Roger Wright is kind of a load of hypocritical horseshit. Valora could not beat me on her own on her best day. Why do you think she has avoided a one on one match with me for years? That match happened in 2012. Why do you think she bragged about it for months? Why do you think she never wanted to step foot in the ring with me again?”
“As I recall wasn't Roger Wright the referee in question?”
“True enough and as Roger came to he and I laid an epic beating on those two cunts. Thats what happens when you take food from my plate.”
Thoughts of Miss Salinas were starting to piss me off. The Queen of the Mexican Stereotypes has never been one of my favorite people anyways.
“What About Blair? She said she played you for a chump?”
“What did you expect her to say? She can revise history all she wants to. The fact is I am the first one to have her walk by my side rather than use her for her looks and connections. Roger used her and we all know that. Johnny used her. She was used more than Natasha. But then she has to put up with people like Valora and Father Nathan questioning her victory. When either fucking one of them had done what she has done in this business then they can talk. For Father Nathan to talk shit about how she won the belt and diminish and accomplishment HE HAS NEVER FUCKING ACCOMPLISHED! Try winning the fucking thing before running your cock sucking mouth.”
“Hunter, are you a little pissed off?”
“Rob I was born pissed off. But people like Valora Salinas, Father Nathan and you really get under my fucking skin. People think that the only way to them themselves seem important is to rip down the accomplishments of others. The fact of the matter is Blair did something I never did and tried to do several times and that is defeat the biggest of the big game players in the history of this company in Roger Wright for the strap. I may hate his guts but I can respect what he brings to the big event. Blair did it. I did not do it. Valora Salinas did not do it even though in her mind i am sure she thinks she did. Father Nathan damned sure did not do it. Blair did it. Now what does she do this week? She gets her bony ass shoulder pinned to the mat by me like happens each time she faces me. She could not beat me if I let her.”
“But..”
“Shut up Rob I am on a roll. I guess she forgot but I played her when I threw our tag title match with Tat N Fat. I tossed her pretty ass under the bus for a shot at the World Title at the Six Year NEW Anniversary show. Perhaps she forgot all about that.”
“Hunter, why are you telling me all of this?”
“I am pointing out that each person in this match is not worthy of trust including me. You are the official and you said you would do what is best for the NEW long term. I just want you to know your options. Yeah I know you hate my ass but there are greater evils to concern yourself with. Be aware of Valora as she will do anything it takes to get the job done and fail as she usually does. She will sell you out with the prick of a pen on a check. Blair will use anything at her disposal to get to you. Father Nathan will do the same. I am not the only evil you will stand in front of. You have the evil you know. The evil that looks too good to be evil and the idiot of evil. Yeah we all know Father Nathan is the final one.”
“Hunter I have one small question for you. How in the hell did you get a smart phone in here?”
“I have my ways. Did you see that receptionist that was here when we were brought in separately?”
“Yeah she had to be four hundred pounds.”
“I agreed to have sex with her.”
“That is gross bro. Not even for a smartphone in here would I do that.”
“Oh but you will. You see she asked what room was mine and i said 412.”
“412? But that’s my room number?”
“I know. Kinda cool isn't it? Come on Rob take one for the team.”
“Fuck you and your damned team! I will tell her I am not Hunter Valentyne and lead her right to you.”
“Tell her I am Hunter Valentyne all you wish. She thinks I am Rob Riot. God I can be a prick huh?”
“NOOOOOO!!!!! I am not going back there tonight.”
“Yeah you are.”
The fat ass receptionist comes and drags Rob away by the hair and he is in a straight jacket so we all know where this shit is going. Rob is kicking and screaming as he knows what is going to happen. He is cursing my name as I chuckle at his misfortune.
“HUNTER I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!”
“Hope she doesn't have a cock Rob! Wait no I hope she does!”
Natasha comes walking into the room as my laughter is going on. She does not seem thrilled with me as she looks down at me with a frown on that face of hers. Of course she is about to get bitched at but does not really know it yet.
“Having fun, Mister Valentyne?”
“A fucking blast. I am bleeding from my head and am in a straight jacket. Shit this is awesome. Bitch what the fuck do you think?”
“You see men have used me for years to get what they want. They never ask for a damned thing they just take and take and take. Well now it is time for me to take from you and use you. You have no choice in the matter if you want to be released in time for your big world title match. I can stop that from happening.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes really. Now be a good boy and do not make a sound. I would not have to have the guards come in and beat you bloody.”
Before I even knew what was happening my blood stained white pants were pulled off of me and she was all over me. It was good that my hands were not free and I could do nothing about it. For all intensive purposes I could tell Alisa it was rape. Actually it pretty much was if my dick were not getting hard in Natasha’s mouth.
Before long I was balls deep in her wondering how things had gotten this fucked up. I was getting sexed up by a devnet looking woman and could care less. All I was thinking about was making Valora and Father Nathan pay for their sins. And Blair was going to pay the very most of them all. I might be getting raped right now but they would get it even worse when I got my hands on them in Chicago at Ignite 200. This was a celebration and one that I would not let the world of the NEW ever forget.
The warden had come in earlier or at least what I thought his job to be. I am sure he was a head shrinker or some shit but he looked to be the man in charge and told me if I was good and fought who he told me to fight I would be able to be out of here in time for my match at Ignite 200 for the World Title.
The door swung open and the only thing that could be thought of to say was a naughty word as Alisa would say. This shit was going to hurt and there was no way around it. There was to be blood on these pretty white uniforms and not all of it would be his.
“Nurse I told you I would be leaving and you tossed me into here? Mister Styles said that I was to be released.”
“Mister Styles has bigger plans in mind for you Mister Riot. Win this fight and you may go to Chicago.”
His back was to me the whole time. Sure I could have fucked him up from behind but that is not really my style. I would rather smack the fuck out of him face to face.
“Who am I supposed to fight for this honor of refereeing a match I don’t even want to be at?”
“Me you fucking retard!”
Rob comes rushing at me like a bull and I knew right away this was going to be as long a night as I had in Texas. That night we were both left in a bloody heap in the middle of the ring. Not even medical attention could be had as the fight raged on. Getting either of us to quit this fight was going to prove difficult but I had information he needed to hear.
Now getting the ear buds in his ears without him giving it away was going to prove to be the harder task. But I am Hunter Fucking Valentyne I am used to impossible tasks. Fuck I made Matt Slater look like he knew what the fuck he was doing in a wrestling ring. I made Dave McDave look credible. Hell I even turned Roger Wright into me for Christ Sakes. I can stick ear buds into this idiot’s ear.
“You fucking asshole you put me in here! I am going to kill you! ARRRRGH!”
Of course this was the battle cry of most Brits when they are angry and I have heard it before. Some sort of guttural scream before they lunge at me to try and take my life away. Now can he not completely destroy the smartphone I procured? Time will tell.
“You fucking idiot you cannot ram my head into the wall of a padded room. It will not hurt you fool!”
Okay perhaps antagonizing him was not the move to make when I needed to subdue him but it was too much fun. Sometimes it is hard to help myself from pissing people off. Of course this only managed to piss him off further. He was punching away at my face like mad as my only resort was to catch him in a rear choke and try to control his rage.
Riot was fighting mad to be caught like this so my arm maneuvered to his ear as the ear bud was slipped into it. The file was played for him to hear…
Warden: You have no idea the contacts I have in the underground fighting world. We can make a ton of money off of this and seeing as you hold both contracts you can stand to benefit greatly. You are not in a position to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Jesse: Define greatly.
Warden: Six figures. High six figures.
Jesse: I feel we can do business. Tell me more.
Warden: We have all of the rooms hooked up to the internet. We simply let others into the room and he have the fights. They are simulcast on the internet with live betting on each fight. Considering the match these two had in Texas I think many people will pay good money to see them fight again. Of course none of your people will be in the way to get harmed and no lawsuits.
Jesse: Send me the documentation and my lawyer will go over it. I had to get a new one that is a little cheaper so it might take some time. As you know I ran into a few contractual snafus over the last closure of the NEW.
Warden: I understand the situation well Mister Styles.
Rob looks up at me with a little less anger as the ear buds are placed back into my pocket without them seeing or at least I fucking hope so. As we are making our way to our feet someone must have come up from behind with some sort of object because the next thing I know my eyes closed and it went snowy real quick. I never saw it but the same must have happened to Rob.
Have you ever had the tickling on your face when you can’t use your hands and it drives you fucking insane? You try everything to itch it but you cannot do it for whatever reason. This is exactly what I was feeling right now as the blood was flowing down the side of my face and the blood from the back of my head was also free flowing.
Of course the reason I was unable to get that blood from trickling down my face was the fact they put my ass in a straight jacket. I really had nothing on but my blood soaked white pants. They even took my socks off which drives me insane. For someone trying to cure my so called insanity they are doing everything in their power to turn me to that.
Ever since I was little I hated being barefoot. Not sure how that shit came about but I always had to have socks on. I even fuck with my socks on. Something about the sensation of the air on my feet drives me nuts. So now here I was with blood flowing down my face and my socks were off. This shit could not possibly get any worse.
“Oh shit that did not go well now did it, mate?”
Okay so I was fucking wrong. Have you ever noticed when a situation sucks balls and you say it cannot get worse it somehow does? Yes behind me somewhere was the man who I have twice tried to beat the ever living hell out of and got a lot of what I wanted. Of course, he got a lot of what he wanted to as we have done a wonderful job of beating the crap out of each other.
“Well that went well. I found out we are being played against each other and now we are stuck here to talk to each other. Someone wants to make money off of us and we both know who that someone is. Do you still think I am his pet?”
“Shut up Hunter. We have to get out of here somehow. Now if that does not happen we will fight and fight and fight until one of us is dead. We are screwed unless we get ourselves out of here.”
The Brit had a point but I damned sure am not going to admit to that. Never conceding to points kind of killed several relationships and marriages as well as relationships with my kids. Why break a perfect record now?
“It isn’t that bad now is it Rob? You get your chance to get your hands on me which is all you have wanted for the last month. Of course you are now finding out I am not as mediocre as you thought I was. Have you figured out yet that I am pretty good inside that fucking ring?”
Now it was Rob’s turn to concede on a point which I was certain he never would. I mean he is British after all and that leads to an air of superiority over the rest of the human race. No chance in hell he would ever admit he was wrong.
“Perhaps I misjudged you a tad. You do have skills in that ring and you are not the second rate hack I thought you to be. But I still deserve to be in that title match.”
“Jesus Christ you are as delusional as Big Tits Valora over there. You have had a grand total of one match in the NEW and you did not win it. So please explain to me how you deserve a fucking thing other than to referee my match and raise my fucking hand in victory. Oh yeah and you are going to put that strap around my waist too, bitch!”
“Well I just came off of a successful match with you…”
“That i carried you to.”
“We both did our part. And seeing as I am the best technical wrestler on Earth I feel like I am worthy of that match.”
“And you are full of shit about being the best technical wrestler in the world. You are not getting a World Title shot after one match. Sorry Rob this is not WECW. You actually have to earn your stripes here before you get a fucking thing. Oh and as for Valora you might want to be careful who you attach yourself to”
“Oh hell! Here we go about the evil of Valora Salinas.”
“Look Valora is New Edge Wrestling’s flavor of the month that lost it’s taste. She goes with the tide and where pop culture tells her is cool. I mean for fuck sakes she joined the Cru because other thought it to be the in thing. She joined Unstable for the same reason. She does not stand for anything other than a bad racial stereotype. That stupid bint does not do anything but become part of a dying fad. Valora Salinas is the NEW’s own Rubic’s Cube. Once the hottest thing and now a relic in a museum somewhere.”
“Why don’t you like her.”
“Same reason I don’t like you Rob. You come into the house that I built and don’t have the courtesy to wipe your feet. This place was nothing before I got here and now it is thriving to the point someone like you would lower yourself to appear here. You have shown nothing but disrespect to the house I built along with Ryan Pugh, Johnny Stylez, Roger Wright, XXX and Jesse Styles among others. You disrespected my house same as she does. The fact that second class loser is being put in the hall of fame makes me sick. It kind of makes me not want to be in it if she is.”
“How did I disrespect the NEW.”
“You think you are better than the rest of us. You look down your nose as if we are not worthy of the great Rob Riot. Get this straight you over hyped piece of shit. You have to prove it to me not the other way around. I could care less what you have done in other places. If you haven’t done it here then you haven’t done it.”
The blood continues to pour down. The warm trickle keeps coming and it makes me wonder if that shit is going to clot soon. Fuck I been bleeding for the last five minutes. I hope I don’t bleed to death in this shit hole. Not exactly the way I want to go out.
“Look Hunter I know you have issues with Valora. But she is really not all that bad.”
“Valora seems to think Blair is the only person to have interference in a match. As I recall Elizabeth Deveroux injected herself into a Texas Death match between her and I and cost me a win. Did I cry foul? Nope. I moved on. So for her to say she has done all of this on her own is complete and utter horseshit. Now granted I had the referee in my pocket but so what? I am supposed to cheat and lie to win. Kind of in the job description at the antagonist here. But to rail on Blair for getting the aid of Iser when Iser only wanted a piece of Roger Wright is kind of a load of hypocritical horseshit. Valora could not beat me on her own on her best day. Why do you think she has avoided a one on one match with me for years? That match happened in 2012. Why do you think she bragged about it for months? Why do you think she never wanted to step foot in the ring with me again?”
“As I recall wasn't Roger Wright the referee in question?”
“True enough and as Roger came to he and I laid an epic beating on those two cunts. Thats what happens when you take food from my plate.”
Thoughts of Miss Salinas were starting to piss me off. The Queen of the Mexican Stereotypes has never been one of my favorite people anyways.
“What About Blair? She said she played you for a chump?”
“What did you expect her to say? She can revise history all she wants to. The fact is I am the first one to have her walk by my side rather than use her for her looks and connections. Roger used her and we all know that. Johnny used her. She was used more than Natasha. But then she has to put up with people like Valora and Father Nathan questioning her victory. When either fucking one of them had done what she has done in this business then they can talk. For Father Nathan to talk shit about how she won the belt and diminish and accomplishment HE HAS NEVER FUCKING ACCOMPLISHED! Try winning the fucking thing before running your cock sucking mouth.”
“Hunter, are you a little pissed off?”
“Rob I was born pissed off. But people like Valora Salinas, Father Nathan and you really get under my fucking skin. People think that the only way to them themselves seem important is to rip down the accomplishments of others. The fact of the matter is Blair did something I never did and tried to do several times and that is defeat the biggest of the big game players in the history of this company in Roger Wright for the strap. I may hate his guts but I can respect what he brings to the big event. Blair did it. I did not do it. Valora Salinas did not do it even though in her mind i am sure she thinks she did. Father Nathan damned sure did not do it. Blair did it. Now what does she do this week? She gets her bony ass shoulder pinned to the mat by me like happens each time she faces me. She could not beat me if I let her.”
“But..”
“Shut up Rob I am on a roll. I guess she forgot but I played her when I threw our tag title match with Tat N Fat. I tossed her pretty ass under the bus for a shot at the World Title at the Six Year NEW Anniversary show. Perhaps she forgot all about that.”
“Hunter, why are you telling me all of this?”
“I am pointing out that each person in this match is not worthy of trust including me. You are the official and you said you would do what is best for the NEW long term. I just want you to know your options. Yeah I know you hate my ass but there are greater evils to concern yourself with. Be aware of Valora as she will do anything it takes to get the job done and fail as she usually does. She will sell you out with the prick of a pen on a check. Blair will use anything at her disposal to get to you. Father Nathan will do the same. I am not the only evil you will stand in front of. You have the evil you know. The evil that looks too good to be evil and the idiot of evil. Yeah we all know Father Nathan is the final one.”
“Hunter I have one small question for you. How in the hell did you get a smart phone in here?”
“I have my ways. Did you see that receptionist that was here when we were brought in separately?”
“Yeah she had to be four hundred pounds.”
“I agreed to have sex with her.”
“That is gross bro. Not even for a smartphone in here would I do that.”
“Oh but you will. You see she asked what room was mine and i said 412.”
“412? But that’s my room number?”
“I know. Kinda cool isn't it? Come on Rob take one for the team.”
“Fuck you and your damned team! I will tell her I am not Hunter Valentyne and lead her right to you.”
“Tell her I am Hunter Valentyne all you wish. She thinks I am Rob Riot. God I can be a prick huh?”
“NOOOOOO!!!!! I am not going back there tonight.”
“Yeah you are.”
The fat ass receptionist comes and drags Rob away by the hair and he is in a straight jacket so we all know where this shit is going. Rob is kicking and screaming as he knows what is going to happen. He is cursing my name as I chuckle at his misfortune.
“HUNTER I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!”
“Hope she doesn't have a cock Rob! Wait no I hope she does!”
Natasha comes walking into the room as my laughter is going on. She does not seem thrilled with me as she looks down at me with a frown on that face of hers. Of course she is about to get bitched at but does not really know it yet.
“Having fun, Mister Valentyne?”
“A fucking blast. I am bleeding from my head and am in a straight jacket. Shit this is awesome. Bitch what the fuck do you think?”
“You see men have used me for years to get what they want. They never ask for a damned thing they just take and take and take. Well now it is time for me to take from you and use you. You have no choice in the matter if you want to be released in time for your big world title match. I can stop that from happening.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes really. Now be a good boy and do not make a sound. I would not have to have the guards come in and beat you bloody.”
Before I even knew what was happening my blood stained white pants were pulled off of me and she was all over me. It was good that my hands were not free and I could do nothing about it. For all intensive purposes I could tell Alisa it was rape. Actually it pretty much was if my dick were not getting hard in Natasha’s mouth.
Before long I was balls deep in her wondering how things had gotten this fucked up. I was getting sexed up by a devnet looking woman and could care less. All I was thinking about was making Valora and Father Nathan pay for their sins. And Blair was going to pay the very most of them all. I might be getting raped right now but they would get it even worse when I got my hands on them in Chicago at Ignite 200. This was a celebration and one that I would not let the world of the NEW ever forget.