Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 9:45:35 GMT -6
“God's Gift” Jeremiah Vastrix lays naked in a hotel room. He is under the covers, so we are really making an assumption based on his bare chest peeking out from under the covers. Next to him is Olivia Cooke, bare shoulders and cleavage peeking out from under the covers to leave us to believe that she is also nude. The view through the hotel window makes it look to be sometime during the night.
Jeremiah flips through the tv stations, looking bored. He reaches over to the side table where a martini, complete with olive, sits and sips at it a bit before putting it down.
Vastrix: “Why isn't there anything ever on television worth watching?”
Cooke: “What about Bates Motel?”
Vastrix: “We've already gotten caught up.”
Cooke: “Oh, right. What about cutting a promo for your upcoming match in NEW? The match against that Blair chick?”
Vastrix: “Sure, why not? I could do that. Has she said anything against me for this match? Something to respond to? Some kind of insults? Maybe recycling Valora's insults that I'm like Tony Stark, Vega, or even Johnny Cage? Though honestly a Johnny Cage reference would have been good against Thaddeus Stone instead of me.”
Cooke: “Let's look.”
Olivia leans over to her side of the table, grabbing a tablet. The covers slide just enough to uncover her breasts so that we know for certain that she's that naked. She lays back down with a smile, working the tablet. She doesn't bother covering herself back up, leaving Jeremiah with a wide grin and more than slightly twitchy hands that he only just manages to keep to himself.
Cooke: “Nothing. No Tweets. No promos. Blair has essentially vanished from sight since the match was announced. Think she's afraid?”
Vastrix: “She's probably doing one of two things. She's either naked in Hunter's kitchen so she can cook his dinner or in the Mayo Clinic trying to get whatever Hunter's dirty cock has given her cured.”
Olivia's jaw drops open at the “Hunter's dirty cock”, but she shakes her head with a grin.
Cooke: “So you think that women should only be in the kitchen? What bare footed and pregnant?”
Vastrix: “Nope. I'm just saying that Hunter's the kind of filthy caveman that might expect such a thing. I'm also saying that Blair is a cock starved whore that might do such a thing when all her other fuck partners grow wise to the kind of diseases flowing into her from Hunter's despoiled dick.”
Cooke: “How do you know that-”
Vastrix: “TMZ can be a force for good as well as evil, my darling.”
Cooke: “So...there's nothing to respond to from Blair. No need to cut a second promo. Nothing good on the tele. What to do?”
Jeremiah turns to his side, reaching under the covers. Olivia's eyes go wide and her cheeks turn a few shades of pink.
Vastrix: “I think you know the answer to that question.”
Cooke: “I do indeed...”
Olivia grabs the remote to turn the television off as Jeremiah turns off the lights.
Jeremiah flips through the tv stations, looking bored. He reaches over to the side table where a martini, complete with olive, sits and sips at it a bit before putting it down.
Vastrix: “Why isn't there anything ever on television worth watching?”
Cooke: “What about Bates Motel?”
Vastrix: “We've already gotten caught up.”
Cooke: “Oh, right. What about cutting a promo for your upcoming match in NEW? The match against that Blair chick?”
Vastrix: “Sure, why not? I could do that. Has she said anything against me for this match? Something to respond to? Some kind of insults? Maybe recycling Valora's insults that I'm like Tony Stark, Vega, or even Johnny Cage? Though honestly a Johnny Cage reference would have been good against Thaddeus Stone instead of me.”
Cooke: “Let's look.”
Olivia leans over to her side of the table, grabbing a tablet. The covers slide just enough to uncover her breasts so that we know for certain that she's that naked. She lays back down with a smile, working the tablet. She doesn't bother covering herself back up, leaving Jeremiah with a wide grin and more than slightly twitchy hands that he only just manages to keep to himself.
Cooke: “Nothing. No Tweets. No promos. Blair has essentially vanished from sight since the match was announced. Think she's afraid?”
Vastrix: “She's probably doing one of two things. She's either naked in Hunter's kitchen so she can cook his dinner or in the Mayo Clinic trying to get whatever Hunter's dirty cock has given her cured.”
Olivia's jaw drops open at the “Hunter's dirty cock”, but she shakes her head with a grin.
Cooke: “So you think that women should only be in the kitchen? What bare footed and pregnant?”
Vastrix: “Nope. I'm just saying that Hunter's the kind of filthy caveman that might expect such a thing. I'm also saying that Blair is a cock starved whore that might do such a thing when all her other fuck partners grow wise to the kind of diseases flowing into her from Hunter's despoiled dick.”
Cooke: “How do you know that-”
Vastrix: “TMZ can be a force for good as well as evil, my darling.”
Cooke: “So...there's nothing to respond to from Blair. No need to cut a second promo. Nothing good on the tele. What to do?”
Jeremiah turns to his side, reaching under the covers. Olivia's eyes go wide and her cheeks turn a few shades of pink.
Vastrix: “I think you know the answer to that question.”
Cooke: “I do indeed...”
Olivia grabs the remote to turn the television off as Jeremiah turns off the lights.