Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 13:54:50 GMT -6
The sweat is dripping from my brow as the tension is thick in the air. her naked body is mine as her hands are tied behind her back and she has a ball gag in her mouth. Good lord silence from that woman is perfect. She might be hot as shit but God she ruins it when she speaks. The groans can be heard emitting from her ball gagged mouth as my member intrudes her vagina with a great amount of force.
She can only take it like a champ...well a former champ anyways. Her red hair and tanned body were made for this type of shit. A body like that needs to be fucked like this. She was groaning for more as i kept slamming that dick into her like she likes it. It had been like this shit for hours in this little conjugal visit of ours. She came to me in my hour of need and now we were making each other happy in ways only two people who have been married can understand.
It was time after three hours of great sex in this institution for the money shot. So many places for me to cum on or in her that it seemed a shame I could choose only one. Those eyes penetrated my soul as my unit was penetrating her every orifice. So this is what it feels like to fuck a former world champion. Seeing as I would never stick my dick in Molly Mayhem this was as close as it gets. I am sure she wants something but right now I could care less.
The decision was made to cum in her mouth. This presents a little problem I had to remove the ball gag and risk her speaking. Was cumming in her mouth really all that important to me? Nope! With a simple stroke of my rigid member my man gravy poured all over her breasts in spurts as she could do nothing but take it in and become sticky as a pancake at morning breakfast with maple syrup on it.
“Nigguh get yo hand off of yo dick! We got business to discuss, bruh!”
With a wipe of the sleep from my eyes my body came back to life. The recurring dream of fucking my ex wife in the ass was always a good way to wake the fuck up. Of course it always sucked she was not there. I had never told Alisa about that dream because she would be pretty pissed off at me had she known. To be quite honest I had no idea why I was dreaming of fucking her like that.
I guess it started the night she won the world title from Roger Wright. Finally that turd was put in his place and it was not be me but by my oh so lovely wife. Then we went on to the match for the World Title and it was on. She did not win and neither did I. Now we were set to face on another and I had to get this whole fucking my hot red headed wife in the ass thing I had going on or she was going to kill me in the ring.
“What business?”
“You two white boys are my favorite white boys ever, bruh. Y’all my nigguhs! You made me so much money and now fight promoters all over the world want to have you on their shows.”
“You do realize there is one slight problem there, Leeroy.”
“What’s that?”
“Both of us are under contract with New Edge Wrestling. So you would have to sign a co promotional deal and cost yourself a shit load of money.”
He nodded his head because he realized I was right. Even with Rob in the room next to me he could hear the whole entire conversation. Rob was not in a good mood as he never seemed to be when he was around me. His mood was about to get shittier.
“My nigguh you have been challenged to a fight. I am not going to lie to you that nigguh ass white boy is bigger than fuck. Not the smartest fucking guy ever but he can fight...err I think he can fight. Either way we are taking wagers on this shit and you are going to make me a shit ton of money. Now get to steppin sucka.”
Seriously what the fuck did he just say? I am sure I have some sort of fight with a fatty but that’s all I got. I really need to get an Ebonic handbook smuggled into this mother fucker. Before too long of a period of time the doors opened and a fat fucking piece of shit was standing in the middle of the room talking mad shit.
“Hunter Valenpissant! You have won some fights but now you face the greatest thing since sliced bread. I am going to whip your ass and make you show me respect. I am totally going to represent! Hell I will beat anyone and everyone and rep my crew. My manager Bishop is going to stand here and do absolutely nothing as usual land reap the rewards of my hard work.”
With a walk into the room it makes me wonder who this fucking tool box really is. He looks like he ate his own shit and loved the taste of it. Good Lord where did LeeRoy find this fucking piece of shit?
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I am Power Royalhouse!”
“So?”
“I am going to destroy you…”
He never got the words out before his ass got knocked the fuck out. One punch to the face his ass was done. All that shit talk and the fight lasted about as long as he lasted with the last bitch he paid for. In the future it might be good to remember he has to back that shit up from time to time.
“What the fuck Nigguh?”
“What?”
“The fight did not even last ten seconds. Hell it was not even a fight now I might have to refund the money wagers on Power.”
“Well wake his ass up and I will knock his bitch ass out again if that makes you feel any better. I am tired of people thinking because they can speak a little and I do mean a little bit, they can throw down. Fuck that fat piece of shit and his damned superkick.”
Bishop walks up to me and if it is even possible he is fatter than the piece of shit I just knocked the fuck out. He looks at me with a lot look in his eyes as if he has any other look. WIth a shake of my head I point out a simple fact. A thought came to mind and I wonder if he is stupid enough to fall for it.
“Hey you fat piece of shit.”
“How dare you speak to the great Bishop like that. I mean it is true I have no other redeeming value but talking shit and taking advantage of others which is why I got this man to fight for me because I do not have the sack to do it. That is what I do. I have no skill or talent whatsoever and definitely no balls to fight anyone so I get others to do my work for me and I leech off of them until they smarten the fuck up. Now I am hungry do you have any candy?”
“Well I hit that son of a bitch so hard he shit out a Snickers Bar. Go take a look.”
Bishop looks at the brown stained jumpsuit and dives head first into his “Snickers bar” he is so intent to tasting. God damn he is fucking stupid.
“Back to your room Nigguh until you can make me some money.”
With a simple taze I was brought into a world of unconsciousness which meant I was back to fucking Blair in her every hole. Thanks Leeroy I needed to be more confused. I was about to cum all over her again when a nudge brought me back to reality. Actually it was me coming to but it felt like a nudge.
“Okay asshole what the fuck was that all about? Did you really need to make light of Bishop and the other fellow?”
“Nope but it damned sure was fun.”
“Okay I know you want to punch me in the face right now. I would want to do the exact same thing so go right ahead. Even though we are not in the same room I know you want to get at me for my officiating in the World Title Match in Chicago.”
“You did as I expected. When someone does the expected thing how can you be angry with them. Rob I find myself in a dilemma. I have things that need to be taken care of and myths to be destroyed but I find myself in a strange place. I actually do not hate you.”
“I hate your guts.:
“I am cool with that and you are about to hate them even more when I tell you what I have to tell you. You see I chose you from the very start to kill the last couple of Myths I have yet to kill.”
“What do you mean you chose me?”
“I knew what needed to be done and who needed to be exposed.”
Rob could be seen shaking his head but not by me. Good Lord there is something about the British that pisses me off and I am not sure quite what. I have been at war with that country for as long as I can remember. First Dave McDave then Matt Slater and now Rob Riot. There is something about the Brits I have encountered that makes me feel like they feel they are entitled or something. Can’t explain it other than I fucking hate them.
“Hunter, do you love Blair?”
Ah the question of the hour that has been running through my mind for the last couple of weeks. To be honest there is not one pat answer because the relationship Blair and I have is kind of complicated. Sure there was always a physical attraction and why the fuck not she is hot as shit? But lying underneath has always been a tension. It is not no easy question to answer. Maybe yes maybe no?
“Rob I have no idea. Sometimes I think I do then I think I don’t. It is kind of complicated. But Blair is the least of our worries right now. Allow me to let you in on a few things.”:
“You talked a minute ago about killing myths. What exactly was your plan?”
“Rob I always have a fucking plan. You see there was only one person that could help me dispel the myths that most idiots take to be a fact. This is why I was not upset when you did your thing and cost me that match last week. What did Father Nathan do last week?”
“He won the world title when I screwed you.”
“Nope he won a four way match against three credible opponents. That is all he did. There just happened to be a gold belt on the line for the winner. The accomplishment was not winning the mythical world title but defeating those which he had trouble defeating in the past. That is all the world title has ever been to me. The winner has simply won a match nothing more nothing less. People want to turn it into something more than that. They want to make the World Champion a God and that is simply not true. Too many losers have held that belt in the past. I mean Molly Mayhem won the World Title. Matthew Carter won the world title. Tristan Ambrose won the world title. They won a match. Are they the greatest thing in the world? Fucking hell no they are not. If the world title really was for the best wrestlers in the world these idiots never would have won it.”
“Sounds to me like you have an issue with the World Title.”
“I detest the World Title. Not the belt per se but what it represents to the minds of the retarded people. Did winning the belt make Blair a real superstar? Did losing it two weeks later make her suck? Nope. Father Nathan is still the same jackass he was before we won the fucking thing. He is still a mid card talent and always will be. I wonder if Valora is going to cry that Father Nathan had help winning the title from you?”
“You still haven’t told me about these myths you want to kill and why you had to do to me what you did to me. I did nothing to you.”
“Well the first myth is the World Title. At Justice we are going to fight and make the World TItle the under card. I want to take the spotlight off of that damned thing. It has had the spotlight on it for long enough with lackluster results. It is time for that secondary title to go away. You and I are going to turn that thing into the middle of the card. Right where it fucking belongs.”
“Interesting so you used me?”
“Pretty much. I knew the usual suspects could never get the job done. I could not do it with people I have faced nine hundred fucking times. It had to be someone different and someone with huge ass fucking talent. You are that guy. I knew that all along and I just had to properly motivate you to fight me. I think I did one hell of a job.”
“The second myth?”
“Each time I wake my ass up in the morning I see the scars. I look into the mirror and see the disfigurement of my shoulder. I see the pain and agony I have put this body through in one match. The match that has headlined every Justice since the second one. The match that the world thinks is the greatest thing since sliced fucking bread. The match that damned near ended my life. Terrordome. I am going to put that fucking thing into the middle of the card. I am sure Jesse thinks Valentyne/RIot is going to be some type of filler in the Justice machine. He thinks Terrordome will be the shit. He does not realize that my plan is to make that match secondary status. You and I have that little myth to kill. We are going to show that the hatred we have for each other is going to spur us onto the greatest match in the history of the NEW. Terrordome will not be the top of the card. They will be talking about what we do and then wonder who won Terrordome.”
“Wait you said you hated me and didn't hate me. Which is it?”
“Rob, personally I do not hate you. I hate what the marks in the wrestling world think of you to be. They think I have no shot of beating you in a match. They think you are so far above me and it pisses me off. But I am giving you the chance to prove that myth correct. I plan on killing it. Rob you have a chance to be the hero of the entire wrestling world. You have the chance to do what Roger Wright and the rest never could and that is shut my mouth once and for all. This is your time to prove the hype is right. I will show the world that they once again underestimate my talents.”
“I will kick your ass at Justice.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But there is a reason I am telling you this shit. I want you to know my motivation and normally I would have kept on using you to get what I wanted but we find ourselves in a situation that needs to be addressed. We need to get the fuck out of here somehow. I am working on a plan to make that happen.”
“How do you purpose to do that?”
“I will come up with something legendary like I always do. I am not going to fight for free for this fucking dumb ass. I will find a way out of this shit. I always do. Then you and I can fight at Justice and I will get my respect from not only the wrestling world in general but you as well.”
Rob leans back on his bed to take a nap lacing his fingers behind his head. Meanwhile my brains is in overdrive as to how in the fuck we are going to get out of here. The one thing I do know is I cannot do it alone. Robe and I will have to work together to get out of here and I am not even sure that is possible. I have a better chance of legit fucking my wife than that shit ever happening.
She can only take it like a champ...well a former champ anyways. Her red hair and tanned body were made for this type of shit. A body like that needs to be fucked like this. She was groaning for more as i kept slamming that dick into her like she likes it. It had been like this shit for hours in this little conjugal visit of ours. She came to me in my hour of need and now we were making each other happy in ways only two people who have been married can understand.
It was time after three hours of great sex in this institution for the money shot. So many places for me to cum on or in her that it seemed a shame I could choose only one. Those eyes penetrated my soul as my unit was penetrating her every orifice. So this is what it feels like to fuck a former world champion. Seeing as I would never stick my dick in Molly Mayhem this was as close as it gets. I am sure she wants something but right now I could care less.
The decision was made to cum in her mouth. This presents a little problem I had to remove the ball gag and risk her speaking. Was cumming in her mouth really all that important to me? Nope! With a simple stroke of my rigid member my man gravy poured all over her breasts in spurts as she could do nothing but take it in and become sticky as a pancake at morning breakfast with maple syrup on it.
“Nigguh get yo hand off of yo dick! We got business to discuss, bruh!”
With a wipe of the sleep from my eyes my body came back to life. The recurring dream of fucking my ex wife in the ass was always a good way to wake the fuck up. Of course it always sucked she was not there. I had never told Alisa about that dream because she would be pretty pissed off at me had she known. To be quite honest I had no idea why I was dreaming of fucking her like that.
I guess it started the night she won the world title from Roger Wright. Finally that turd was put in his place and it was not be me but by my oh so lovely wife. Then we went on to the match for the World Title and it was on. She did not win and neither did I. Now we were set to face on another and I had to get this whole fucking my hot red headed wife in the ass thing I had going on or she was going to kill me in the ring.
“What business?”
“You two white boys are my favorite white boys ever, bruh. Y’all my nigguhs! You made me so much money and now fight promoters all over the world want to have you on their shows.”
“You do realize there is one slight problem there, Leeroy.”
“What’s that?”
“Both of us are under contract with New Edge Wrestling. So you would have to sign a co promotional deal and cost yourself a shit load of money.”
He nodded his head because he realized I was right. Even with Rob in the room next to me he could hear the whole entire conversation. Rob was not in a good mood as he never seemed to be when he was around me. His mood was about to get shittier.
“My nigguh you have been challenged to a fight. I am not going to lie to you that nigguh ass white boy is bigger than fuck. Not the smartest fucking guy ever but he can fight...err I think he can fight. Either way we are taking wagers on this shit and you are going to make me a shit ton of money. Now get to steppin sucka.”
Seriously what the fuck did he just say? I am sure I have some sort of fight with a fatty but that’s all I got. I really need to get an Ebonic handbook smuggled into this mother fucker. Before too long of a period of time the doors opened and a fat fucking piece of shit was standing in the middle of the room talking mad shit.
“Hunter Valenpissant! You have won some fights but now you face the greatest thing since sliced bread. I am going to whip your ass and make you show me respect. I am totally going to represent! Hell I will beat anyone and everyone and rep my crew. My manager Bishop is going to stand here and do absolutely nothing as usual land reap the rewards of my hard work.”
With a walk into the room it makes me wonder who this fucking tool box really is. He looks like he ate his own shit and loved the taste of it. Good Lord where did LeeRoy find this fucking piece of shit?
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I am Power Royalhouse!”
“So?”
“I am going to destroy you…”
He never got the words out before his ass got knocked the fuck out. One punch to the face his ass was done. All that shit talk and the fight lasted about as long as he lasted with the last bitch he paid for. In the future it might be good to remember he has to back that shit up from time to time.
“What the fuck Nigguh?”
“What?”
“The fight did not even last ten seconds. Hell it was not even a fight now I might have to refund the money wagers on Power.”
“Well wake his ass up and I will knock his bitch ass out again if that makes you feel any better. I am tired of people thinking because they can speak a little and I do mean a little bit, they can throw down. Fuck that fat piece of shit and his damned superkick.”
Bishop walks up to me and if it is even possible he is fatter than the piece of shit I just knocked the fuck out. He looks at me with a lot look in his eyes as if he has any other look. WIth a shake of my head I point out a simple fact. A thought came to mind and I wonder if he is stupid enough to fall for it.
“Hey you fat piece of shit.”
“How dare you speak to the great Bishop like that. I mean it is true I have no other redeeming value but talking shit and taking advantage of others which is why I got this man to fight for me because I do not have the sack to do it. That is what I do. I have no skill or talent whatsoever and definitely no balls to fight anyone so I get others to do my work for me and I leech off of them until they smarten the fuck up. Now I am hungry do you have any candy?”
“Well I hit that son of a bitch so hard he shit out a Snickers Bar. Go take a look.”
Bishop looks at the brown stained jumpsuit and dives head first into his “Snickers bar” he is so intent to tasting. God damn he is fucking stupid.
“Back to your room Nigguh until you can make me some money.”
With a simple taze I was brought into a world of unconsciousness which meant I was back to fucking Blair in her every hole. Thanks Leeroy I needed to be more confused. I was about to cum all over her again when a nudge brought me back to reality. Actually it was me coming to but it felt like a nudge.
“Okay asshole what the fuck was that all about? Did you really need to make light of Bishop and the other fellow?”
“Nope but it damned sure was fun.”
“Okay I know you want to punch me in the face right now. I would want to do the exact same thing so go right ahead. Even though we are not in the same room I know you want to get at me for my officiating in the World Title Match in Chicago.”
“You did as I expected. When someone does the expected thing how can you be angry with them. Rob I find myself in a dilemma. I have things that need to be taken care of and myths to be destroyed but I find myself in a strange place. I actually do not hate you.”
“I hate your guts.:
“I am cool with that and you are about to hate them even more when I tell you what I have to tell you. You see I chose you from the very start to kill the last couple of Myths I have yet to kill.”
“What do you mean you chose me?”
“I knew what needed to be done and who needed to be exposed.”
Rob could be seen shaking his head but not by me. Good Lord there is something about the British that pisses me off and I am not sure quite what. I have been at war with that country for as long as I can remember. First Dave McDave then Matt Slater and now Rob Riot. There is something about the Brits I have encountered that makes me feel like they feel they are entitled or something. Can’t explain it other than I fucking hate them.
“Hunter, do you love Blair?”
Ah the question of the hour that has been running through my mind for the last couple of weeks. To be honest there is not one pat answer because the relationship Blair and I have is kind of complicated. Sure there was always a physical attraction and why the fuck not she is hot as shit? But lying underneath has always been a tension. It is not no easy question to answer. Maybe yes maybe no?
“Rob I have no idea. Sometimes I think I do then I think I don’t. It is kind of complicated. But Blair is the least of our worries right now. Allow me to let you in on a few things.”:
“You talked a minute ago about killing myths. What exactly was your plan?”
“Rob I always have a fucking plan. You see there was only one person that could help me dispel the myths that most idiots take to be a fact. This is why I was not upset when you did your thing and cost me that match last week. What did Father Nathan do last week?”
“He won the world title when I screwed you.”
“Nope he won a four way match against three credible opponents. That is all he did. There just happened to be a gold belt on the line for the winner. The accomplishment was not winning the mythical world title but defeating those which he had trouble defeating in the past. That is all the world title has ever been to me. The winner has simply won a match nothing more nothing less. People want to turn it into something more than that. They want to make the World Champion a God and that is simply not true. Too many losers have held that belt in the past. I mean Molly Mayhem won the World Title. Matthew Carter won the world title. Tristan Ambrose won the world title. They won a match. Are they the greatest thing in the world? Fucking hell no they are not. If the world title really was for the best wrestlers in the world these idiots never would have won it.”
“Sounds to me like you have an issue with the World Title.”
“I detest the World Title. Not the belt per se but what it represents to the minds of the retarded people. Did winning the belt make Blair a real superstar? Did losing it two weeks later make her suck? Nope. Father Nathan is still the same jackass he was before we won the fucking thing. He is still a mid card talent and always will be. I wonder if Valora is going to cry that Father Nathan had help winning the title from you?”
“You still haven’t told me about these myths you want to kill and why you had to do to me what you did to me. I did nothing to you.”
“Well the first myth is the World Title. At Justice we are going to fight and make the World TItle the under card. I want to take the spotlight off of that damned thing. It has had the spotlight on it for long enough with lackluster results. It is time for that secondary title to go away. You and I are going to turn that thing into the middle of the card. Right where it fucking belongs.”
“Interesting so you used me?”
“Pretty much. I knew the usual suspects could never get the job done. I could not do it with people I have faced nine hundred fucking times. It had to be someone different and someone with huge ass fucking talent. You are that guy. I knew that all along and I just had to properly motivate you to fight me. I think I did one hell of a job.”
“The second myth?”
“Each time I wake my ass up in the morning I see the scars. I look into the mirror and see the disfigurement of my shoulder. I see the pain and agony I have put this body through in one match. The match that has headlined every Justice since the second one. The match that the world thinks is the greatest thing since sliced fucking bread. The match that damned near ended my life. Terrordome. I am going to put that fucking thing into the middle of the card. I am sure Jesse thinks Valentyne/RIot is going to be some type of filler in the Justice machine. He thinks Terrordome will be the shit. He does not realize that my plan is to make that match secondary status. You and I have that little myth to kill. We are going to show that the hatred we have for each other is going to spur us onto the greatest match in the history of the NEW. Terrordome will not be the top of the card. They will be talking about what we do and then wonder who won Terrordome.”
“Wait you said you hated me and didn't hate me. Which is it?”
“Rob, personally I do not hate you. I hate what the marks in the wrestling world think of you to be. They think I have no shot of beating you in a match. They think you are so far above me and it pisses me off. But I am giving you the chance to prove that myth correct. I plan on killing it. Rob you have a chance to be the hero of the entire wrestling world. You have the chance to do what Roger Wright and the rest never could and that is shut my mouth once and for all. This is your time to prove the hype is right. I will show the world that they once again underestimate my talents.”
“I will kick your ass at Justice.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But there is a reason I am telling you this shit. I want you to know my motivation and normally I would have kept on using you to get what I wanted but we find ourselves in a situation that needs to be addressed. We need to get the fuck out of here somehow. I am working on a plan to make that happen.”
“How do you purpose to do that?”
“I will come up with something legendary like I always do. I am not going to fight for free for this fucking dumb ass. I will find a way out of this shit. I always do. Then you and I can fight at Justice and I will get my respect from not only the wrestling world in general but you as well.”
Rob leans back on his bed to take a nap lacing his fingers behind his head. Meanwhile my brains is in overdrive as to how in the fuck we are going to get out of here. The one thing I do know is I cannot do it alone. Robe and I will have to work together to get out of here and I am not even sure that is possible. I have a better chance of legit fucking my wife than that shit ever happening.