Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 12:27:35 GMT -6
Sitting here in this padded cell allows me to think about the happenings over the last couple of months between myself and Rob Riot. I always try to use my brain more than anything else and that is the advantage I have over most people. Well let’s face it that is what has made me the legend and hall of fame guy that I am. My brain sets me apart from the rest of the tools who try to make their name in this business.
How did we get to this point where Rob and I are trying to kill each other while still working together to get out of this institution? We got here because that is exactly where I wanted to be. I was tired of listening to people think Rob Riot is so much better than I am and now I have the chance to prove it on the biggest stage of them all. Now Rob and I are trying to kill each other but then that was part of the plan too.
My shoulder had been killing me for the past couple of months. I had no desire to tell Alisa that because she would worry and suggest I had surgery to clean it out and I do not have the time to spend rehabbing this fucking thing once again. Each time that throbbing occurred one thought came to my brain….
FUCK JESSE STYLES!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah it was his idea to toss my ass off of the top of the Terrordome and it was that moment and the year’s worth of hell endured after that put this plan into motion. I had a goal and that was not only to never compete in that fucking thing ever again, but to make it an afterthought by putting on the performance of a lifetime against an opponent who was just as skilled as I am.
Rob was in the cell with me but we were both in straight jackets. For some reason NPC thought this was a great idea. Natasha can be a dumbass sometimes. But she thought if we talked our issues out we could come to some resolution. The sad truth is the only way this thing was going to be solved is for us to fight and spill our own blood.
“What was the big idea? I had Iser beat and you had to come in and screw it all up. You know if you cause me to lose matches that only hurts you. What happened to us working together?”
“Ah Mister Riot as per fucking usual you misunderstand the entire situation. First of all we are not out of here yet. Second of all you had a damned receipt coming for being the worst referee in the history of wrestling. DId you really think I would let that shit slide? You cost me a match and screwed me over so I was paying you back. SImple enough for even your single celled mind to understand.”
“So you have your revenge are we now square so we can get the hell out of here?”
“I told you the date and that is three days away.”
“What happened to the riot police that were supposed to be outside the ring to protect the fans from us? You ran out through the fans anyways. I am sure that is going to piss someone off!”
“God I hope so. Do you not understand our situation here? We are not in jail or prison or something. We are in a mental ward. We did not commit a crime. We are not being held against our will. We are here because that asshole Jesse Styles wants us here. Do not worry Jesse Styles has his own very large fucking receipt coming. I am going to smack the piss out of him once I am done with you. He thinks I forgot everything. I have forgotten nothing. He thinks I forgot about him putting me through a year of hell. He thinks I forgot him putting you and in in this mental hospital. His ass is going to bleed at my hands before this shit is all said and done. I went through the crowd to give Jesse the biggest middle finger I could give.”
WIth a struggle Rob is trying to get out of his straight jacket like he is Houdini or something. After a few seconds he realizes the futility of the exercise and gives in to the bindings. Of course my ass thinks this shit is funny. It is weird the things I think is funny that no one else does. So I am different. Sue me.
“You did not answer my question to my satisfaction, Hunter.”
“The Riot Police have a little weakness and that is for my piece of shit wife. So I hooked them up with some naked images of my wife for them to whack the rat to. They were happy and I was happy to get my hands on you while you could do nothing about it.”
“Wait the Riot Police have a thing for Blair?”
“To say they all have a thing for Blair is an understatement. They told me their little fantasy of my wife in handcuff on her knees sucking their dick while being fucked from behind in every hole. I guess they have no problems crossing swords but that is not my thing.”
“Interesting.”
“You do not have the pictures of my wife that I do so don’t even try it. I gave them everything I had from her since I do not need them again ever. But we have bigger fish to fry this week so get your game on and your head on straight. We can not do this alone. We need to work together to get to the match we both need to validate our legendary status. Trust me the idea for the match I have is going to make sure there is no doubt and will give us both the vehicle to put Terrordome into afterthought status.”
As we are talking in a normal voice for once, Alisa comes rushing into the room with some sort of huge information. Okay fine so I was looking at her tits. I mean I am a man and she has a nice ass fucking rack.
“Honey! I just got some news on www.newedgewrestling.com. Apparently Matthew Carter has said some things about you. He also took his physical and got a rectal exam.”
“Who?”
“Matthew Carter!”
“Who in the fuck is Matthew Carter?”
Rob is trying to help out here in my moment of confusion. He is still trying to get out of the straight jacket but it is hurting him more than getting him any closer to escape. My mind still has no idea who the fuck Matthew Carter is.
“Worst World Champion of all time? He could not even defeat the champion in the ring.”
“Nope.”
“Has a big match against Jesse Styles at Demented?”
“Nope.”
Roger Wright’s brother.”
Oh that asshole?”
“Did Doctor Jellyfinger find his head?”
“I do not understand.”
“Well if anyone has had his head up his ass for his entire life is has been that asshole. The funny part is he knows he is the walking joke of the locker room but does not realize that is his own fault. Few people understand this but Matthew Carter and I have one small thing in common.
“What’s that?”
“We both have brothers who are legends in this business. He has Roger and I have my little brother Jayce. But we went about things totally differently. I embraced the fact my brother is a legend and set about to eclipse that legend and have. I left everywhere he was associated and made my name. I changed the spelling of my last name to set myself apart from him. I was not content be the older brother of a legend. I wanted to be the legend by which all wrestlers are compared to. Matthew is not Matthew Cater and never has been. He is only known as Roger Wright’s brother. That is all he has ever been and all he ever will be.”
“Well he did climb up the ladder and retrieve the tag team titles for his team. That has to set himself apart from his brother as well as making sure all of New Edge got paid during its latest sabbatical. He is at least trying to set himself apart.”
“When anyone watches that match they remember only one thing. Roger Wright hitting the Wright Stuff from the top of the ladder. Honestly no one cares he pulled the belts down. All they remember is his brother stealing the spotlight from him once again. That sorry sack of shit cannot win for losing. He won the match but lost the spotlight and we all know the spotlight is what he craves more than titles.”
“Honey why did you have me call Cindy last week?”
“I needed her to do a little favor for me and that favor has been done. I did the math and put together the amount of money Matthew Carter gave me for our time off and gave it to Cindy. Then I had her talk to little Matthew. Anytime a NEW contracted wrestler has a doctor’s appointment I know about it because Alisa was staff there for a time. She did some physical therapy work for them and still gets the alerts. So I knew Matthew Carter was getting his physical. So I planted her to ask Matthew Carter for Roger Wright;s autograph.”
“Why would you do that, honey?”
“Ummm to fuck with him? So to Matthew Carter I would like to say thank you for getting me the money I could use to irritate you and prove a fucking point. Yes Matthew I am saying thank you for getting the money for my time off so I could use it to make your life a bit uncomfortable. Maybe I will buy him a cross so anytime he is feeling under appreciated for his sacrifices he can climb on up and nail himself to it.”
Rob is sitting there looking at me with a bit of shock. He is starting to realize the shit he has gotten himself into. Well let’s be honest he is starting to realize he is the innocent bystander that I got him into. Rob is going to bleed from every pore. We can call him the British Jesus because he is going to bleed when I crucify his punk ass.
“Hunter, do you have a problem with this whole situation with Matthew Carter. I know you have dealt with his brother a lot.”
“This is simply typical Jesse Styles. You see his arrogant attitude and his mouth get him into a situation that can not be solved quickly. Not saying he cannot get the job done but in the end he calls upon me to clean up the messes his ego tends to cause. Shit I have been fighting his little battles for him for two fucking years now. He gets pissed off at someone and then he sends me to whip the shit out of them. This is not the first time Matthew Carter has been caught in the crossfire. Now once again I will put out a little fire he has caused. I would think instead of putting me in this shit hole he could just say thank you and give me a bonus on my check or something.”
The orderlies come in to take Riot to his room. The two large men have Riot by both arms so even if his arms were not bound he was not going anywhere. Riot is kicking and screaming and shit like he wants to get to me when we both know he wants none of this shit.
“Honey, did you take care of the little issue I asked of you?”
“Yes baby. I got the clothing underneath the blankets on his bed with the paperwork on top. I am not sure putting Love Hunter on the front of it was necessary.”
“Of course it was not necessary but in the end I have to be me. When I fuck with people I tend to want them to know I am fucking with them. What fun is it if they have no clue?”
Alisa is going to take advantage of my state with my arms bound to my sides. She has become quite the little nympho lately and it is fucking awesome. She brings my large member to her mouth as I can hear the banging from the cell next to me. Well I guess he found out what all of the shit was about.
Before long Alisa has pulled off her panties and has decided to ride me like a show pony. This is fucking awesome getting all of this from her. Matthew Carter might try sex with a girl sometime. It is funner than crying about his brother.
“ASSSSSHOLLLLEEEEEEE!”
I could hear Riot screaming like a maniac at the shit he had just found on his bed. Apparently he did not like the shit I had pulled on him. Alisa was looking at me with those blue eyes of hers as she is licking the cum from the top of my dick. She is insatiable about sex anymorwe and I fucking love it.
“WHYYYYYY!!!!!”
“Rob would you like to know why? Because I fucking can! You see the lawyers for the Logan family were looking to get paid. They knew they had no case against me so I gave them you. I told them to sue you for Reckless Endangerment and an Unsafe Workplace Environment and I told them OSHA would help fund the lawsuit. They loved the idea. While you have been incarcerated OSHA inspected your workplace and found it to be unsafe for the office workers. The wrestlers they did not care about because part of the deal is they get hurt. Well if you can even call the stiffs that work for you wrestlers. So OSHA has shut you down. And now you will have to wait for the results of the lawsuit. Cool shit, huh? Guess the are unashamedly unemployed now.”
“Hunter, I swear to God once this shit with us getting out of here is done I am going to kill you! You are a fucking dead mean do you hear me?”
“Just reminded you of what is to come at the end of this. I did not want you falling in love with me like you did Valora. By the way how is that working out for you Matt Slater? And how is Vanessa?”
“You dare compare me to Slater and Valora to Vanessa? Now you are really going to die!”
“You do not have the balls to kill me, Rob.”
WIth a chuckle the cell shuts once again as Alisa is going for round two of my cock. Not sure what it is about this place that makes her a sex maniac but I love it. Ever since she colored her hair red she has been insatiable about sex. I mean all night and all day long. This is how it goes with me. Sex with a hot woman and fighting Jesse’s battles for him. Fucking with Rob in ways he never even saw coming. Yeah typical Hunter Valentyne.
How did we get to this point where Rob and I are trying to kill each other while still working together to get out of this institution? We got here because that is exactly where I wanted to be. I was tired of listening to people think Rob Riot is so much better than I am and now I have the chance to prove it on the biggest stage of them all. Now Rob and I are trying to kill each other but then that was part of the plan too.
My shoulder had been killing me for the past couple of months. I had no desire to tell Alisa that because she would worry and suggest I had surgery to clean it out and I do not have the time to spend rehabbing this fucking thing once again. Each time that throbbing occurred one thought came to my brain….
FUCK JESSE STYLES!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah it was his idea to toss my ass off of the top of the Terrordome and it was that moment and the year’s worth of hell endured after that put this plan into motion. I had a goal and that was not only to never compete in that fucking thing ever again, but to make it an afterthought by putting on the performance of a lifetime against an opponent who was just as skilled as I am.
Rob was in the cell with me but we were both in straight jackets. For some reason NPC thought this was a great idea. Natasha can be a dumbass sometimes. But she thought if we talked our issues out we could come to some resolution. The sad truth is the only way this thing was going to be solved is for us to fight and spill our own blood.
“What was the big idea? I had Iser beat and you had to come in and screw it all up. You know if you cause me to lose matches that only hurts you. What happened to us working together?”
“Ah Mister Riot as per fucking usual you misunderstand the entire situation. First of all we are not out of here yet. Second of all you had a damned receipt coming for being the worst referee in the history of wrestling. DId you really think I would let that shit slide? You cost me a match and screwed me over so I was paying you back. SImple enough for even your single celled mind to understand.”
“So you have your revenge are we now square so we can get the hell out of here?”
“I told you the date and that is three days away.”
“What happened to the riot police that were supposed to be outside the ring to protect the fans from us? You ran out through the fans anyways. I am sure that is going to piss someone off!”
“God I hope so. Do you not understand our situation here? We are not in jail or prison or something. We are in a mental ward. We did not commit a crime. We are not being held against our will. We are here because that asshole Jesse Styles wants us here. Do not worry Jesse Styles has his own very large fucking receipt coming. I am going to smack the piss out of him once I am done with you. He thinks I forgot everything. I have forgotten nothing. He thinks I forgot about him putting me through a year of hell. He thinks I forgot him putting you and in in this mental hospital. His ass is going to bleed at my hands before this shit is all said and done. I went through the crowd to give Jesse the biggest middle finger I could give.”
WIth a struggle Rob is trying to get out of his straight jacket like he is Houdini or something. After a few seconds he realizes the futility of the exercise and gives in to the bindings. Of course my ass thinks this shit is funny. It is weird the things I think is funny that no one else does. So I am different. Sue me.
“You did not answer my question to my satisfaction, Hunter.”
“The Riot Police have a little weakness and that is for my piece of shit wife. So I hooked them up with some naked images of my wife for them to whack the rat to. They were happy and I was happy to get my hands on you while you could do nothing about it.”
“Wait the Riot Police have a thing for Blair?”
“To say they all have a thing for Blair is an understatement. They told me their little fantasy of my wife in handcuff on her knees sucking their dick while being fucked from behind in every hole. I guess they have no problems crossing swords but that is not my thing.”
“Interesting.”
“You do not have the pictures of my wife that I do so don’t even try it. I gave them everything I had from her since I do not need them again ever. But we have bigger fish to fry this week so get your game on and your head on straight. We can not do this alone. We need to work together to get to the match we both need to validate our legendary status. Trust me the idea for the match I have is going to make sure there is no doubt and will give us both the vehicle to put Terrordome into afterthought status.”
As we are talking in a normal voice for once, Alisa comes rushing into the room with some sort of huge information. Okay fine so I was looking at her tits. I mean I am a man and she has a nice ass fucking rack.
“Honey! I just got some news on www.newedgewrestling.com. Apparently Matthew Carter has said some things about you. He also took his physical and got a rectal exam.”
“Who?”
“Matthew Carter!”
“Who in the fuck is Matthew Carter?”
Rob is trying to help out here in my moment of confusion. He is still trying to get out of the straight jacket but it is hurting him more than getting him any closer to escape. My mind still has no idea who the fuck Matthew Carter is.
“Worst World Champion of all time? He could not even defeat the champion in the ring.”
“Nope.”
“Has a big match against Jesse Styles at Demented?”
“Nope.”
Roger Wright’s brother.”
Oh that asshole?”
“Did Doctor Jellyfinger find his head?”
“I do not understand.”
“Well if anyone has had his head up his ass for his entire life is has been that asshole. The funny part is he knows he is the walking joke of the locker room but does not realize that is his own fault. Few people understand this but Matthew Carter and I have one small thing in common.
“What’s that?”
“We both have brothers who are legends in this business. He has Roger and I have my little brother Jayce. But we went about things totally differently. I embraced the fact my brother is a legend and set about to eclipse that legend and have. I left everywhere he was associated and made my name. I changed the spelling of my last name to set myself apart from him. I was not content be the older brother of a legend. I wanted to be the legend by which all wrestlers are compared to. Matthew is not Matthew Cater and never has been. He is only known as Roger Wright’s brother. That is all he has ever been and all he ever will be.”
“Well he did climb up the ladder and retrieve the tag team titles for his team. That has to set himself apart from his brother as well as making sure all of New Edge got paid during its latest sabbatical. He is at least trying to set himself apart.”
“When anyone watches that match they remember only one thing. Roger Wright hitting the Wright Stuff from the top of the ladder. Honestly no one cares he pulled the belts down. All they remember is his brother stealing the spotlight from him once again. That sorry sack of shit cannot win for losing. He won the match but lost the spotlight and we all know the spotlight is what he craves more than titles.”
“Honey why did you have me call Cindy last week?”
“I needed her to do a little favor for me and that favor has been done. I did the math and put together the amount of money Matthew Carter gave me for our time off and gave it to Cindy. Then I had her talk to little Matthew. Anytime a NEW contracted wrestler has a doctor’s appointment I know about it because Alisa was staff there for a time. She did some physical therapy work for them and still gets the alerts. So I knew Matthew Carter was getting his physical. So I planted her to ask Matthew Carter for Roger Wright;s autograph.”
“Why would you do that, honey?”
“Ummm to fuck with him? So to Matthew Carter I would like to say thank you for getting me the money I could use to irritate you and prove a fucking point. Yes Matthew I am saying thank you for getting the money for my time off so I could use it to make your life a bit uncomfortable. Maybe I will buy him a cross so anytime he is feeling under appreciated for his sacrifices he can climb on up and nail himself to it.”
Rob is sitting there looking at me with a bit of shock. He is starting to realize the shit he has gotten himself into. Well let’s be honest he is starting to realize he is the innocent bystander that I got him into. Rob is going to bleed from every pore. We can call him the British Jesus because he is going to bleed when I crucify his punk ass.
“Hunter, do you have a problem with this whole situation with Matthew Carter. I know you have dealt with his brother a lot.”
“This is simply typical Jesse Styles. You see his arrogant attitude and his mouth get him into a situation that can not be solved quickly. Not saying he cannot get the job done but in the end he calls upon me to clean up the messes his ego tends to cause. Shit I have been fighting his little battles for him for two fucking years now. He gets pissed off at someone and then he sends me to whip the shit out of them. This is not the first time Matthew Carter has been caught in the crossfire. Now once again I will put out a little fire he has caused. I would think instead of putting me in this shit hole he could just say thank you and give me a bonus on my check or something.”
The orderlies come in to take Riot to his room. The two large men have Riot by both arms so even if his arms were not bound he was not going anywhere. Riot is kicking and screaming and shit like he wants to get to me when we both know he wants none of this shit.
“Honey, did you take care of the little issue I asked of you?”
“Yes baby. I got the clothing underneath the blankets on his bed with the paperwork on top. I am not sure putting Love Hunter on the front of it was necessary.”
“Of course it was not necessary but in the end I have to be me. When I fuck with people I tend to want them to know I am fucking with them. What fun is it if they have no clue?”
Alisa is going to take advantage of my state with my arms bound to my sides. She has become quite the little nympho lately and it is fucking awesome. She brings my large member to her mouth as I can hear the banging from the cell next to me. Well I guess he found out what all of the shit was about.
Before long Alisa has pulled off her panties and has decided to ride me like a show pony. This is fucking awesome getting all of this from her. Matthew Carter might try sex with a girl sometime. It is funner than crying about his brother.
“ASSSSSHOLLLLEEEEEEE!”
I could hear Riot screaming like a maniac at the shit he had just found on his bed. Apparently he did not like the shit I had pulled on him. Alisa was looking at me with those blue eyes of hers as she is licking the cum from the top of my dick. She is insatiable about sex anymorwe and I fucking love it.
“WHYYYYYY!!!!!”
“Rob would you like to know why? Because I fucking can! You see the lawyers for the Logan family were looking to get paid. They knew they had no case against me so I gave them you. I told them to sue you for Reckless Endangerment and an Unsafe Workplace Environment and I told them OSHA would help fund the lawsuit. They loved the idea. While you have been incarcerated OSHA inspected your workplace and found it to be unsafe for the office workers. The wrestlers they did not care about because part of the deal is they get hurt. Well if you can even call the stiffs that work for you wrestlers. So OSHA has shut you down. And now you will have to wait for the results of the lawsuit. Cool shit, huh? Guess the are unashamedly unemployed now.”
“Hunter, I swear to God once this shit with us getting out of here is done I am going to kill you! You are a fucking dead mean do you hear me?”
“Just reminded you of what is to come at the end of this. I did not want you falling in love with me like you did Valora. By the way how is that working out for you Matt Slater? And how is Vanessa?”
“You dare compare me to Slater and Valora to Vanessa? Now you are really going to die!”
“You do not have the balls to kill me, Rob.”
WIth a chuckle the cell shuts once again as Alisa is going for round two of my cock. Not sure what it is about this place that makes her a sex maniac but I love it. Ever since she colored her hair red she has been insatiable about sex. I mean all night and all day long. This is how it goes with me. Sex with a hot woman and fighting Jesse’s battles for him. Fucking with Rob in ways he never even saw coming. Yeah typical Hunter Valentyne.