Post by Alan Envy on Mar 29, 2013 17:08:44 GMT -6
The knot on my head was still throbbing thanks to what happened to me in the tag team titles match against Domestik Disturbance. I would like to say that the more talented, creative team of 8 Bit Mega Powers came out successful but you do have to realize that this was Jesse Styles handpicked chosen team. How were they handpicked you say? Well brass knuckles were used against me right in front of the referee, so in other words much like each and every title Johnny Stylez or Hunter Valentyne held, wait Hunter is irrelevant so let’s scratch him, every title Johnny Stylez ever held was pretty much given o him. Well hell at least we didn’t play rock paper scissors right?
But anyways 12 stitches later and a few pain pills here I stand inside my hotel room waiting for my guest to show up. It was time to place DomestiK Disturbance and their obsession with burning stuff down because that’s all they know how to do to the side. I guess those guys never sold enough t-shirts because no fan ever cared about them. But nonetheless like the good wrestlers in this company that don’t need weapons to beat their opponents and actually earn title wins despite people below you on the food chain saying you don’t it was time to look towards the future.
My TA title, something I actually earned without using brass knuckles, sat next to me on the bed. Looking at it I realized how proud I was to be the TA champion. I felt deep in my heart that I was bringing relevance back to that division, a division that was ruined with people like Dan Devine, Blair Buchannan, and my old buddy Johnny Stylez did everything they could to destroy it. Kamikaze was coming up very soon and I was pretty positive that Jesse would once again hand pick someone else that didn’t deserve a title shot, much like Domestik Disturbance and the tag team titles, and attempt to steal the TA title away from me as well.
Problem with that is if Jesse Styles wants my TA title he better get someone willing to bring a lunch to try and take it away from me. Hunter Valentyne didn’t have the guts to do it, and no matter how many weapons he brings with him again if he ever faced me for it neither would Johnny Stylez. Yet before I could worry about Kamikaze and the mongaloids grand plan to screw me again I had to think about this week.
It was someone that left a lasting impression on me. Everytime I feel the back of my head and that old scar her name comes to me. A well placed war hammer to the back of the head from this certain person gave me that scar. I never had the pleasure to address that shot so long ago because our paths went in different directions. Finally at this weeks Ignite I had my chance to take it to the sister of super bitch Vanessa…
The Baddest Bitch……Cera.
And the baddest bitch definitely she was. I always wondered what made her so angry. I guess some of it was growing up with some tramp that really thinks she was a queen and is annoying as fuck, or it could be she is with Jen Ryette, a gal that has a speech impediment and is half retarded. No matter her mean streak is legendary in NEW, and her record is as equally impressive.
And that’s what was always got me. How could someone with not the greatest knowledge or attributes to be pro wrestlers have so much success? Yeah a mean streak and an array of weapons that can hurt when they land on your skin can only go so far. Then again there was something else about her that made her so damn irresistible to me.
Okay I have a pretty decent size penis, biggest in this company by far, and a pair of balls that secret testosterone that easily recognizes a incredibly sexy woman, and no matter how she was in the personality department Cera was one hot broad. I mean this chick had a body that would make Hugh Hefner shut down Playboy because there could never be a cover girl that had Cera’s attributes in the right places. For some sick, erotic reason ever since she nailed me with that war hammer my thoughts of revenge was getting in the bed with her and pound her till she couldn’t walk for a month.
Even to this day I still find her incredibly sexy in a weird way, and every time I touch this scar it makes me feel close to her. However she was my opponent this week, and she was going to do everything she could to hurt me, not the good kind of hurt I wish she would do to me. And for me going into Kamikazee against whatever Jesse Styles has in store for me on a high note with a win over her instead of losing to Un-Creative T-Shirt obsessed burning everything down to get over DomestiK Disturbance and a crazy bitch back that I want my penis in back to back weeks would not be good for a guy that wants to go down in the annuls of New Edge Wrestling as the greatest Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time.
So it was time to get down to shit, time to get my mind focused free and clear. Finally after what seemed hours my friend showed up to assist me in understanding a Janason sister like Cera is. It was our brand new United member and a guy who let’s face it I really couldn’t consider a long time friend in Matt Slater. Matt however with the respect and dignity that he always carried with him, a quality that all of United has that differs us from the Styles Mafia and their overrated thoughts about themselves, had.
Matt Slater: How does the wound feel Al?
Al Envy: Eh I have had worse, you have to remember it was Hunter punching me and he punches pretty much like his career in New Edge, shit.
Slater laughed at my joke. He had a pretty incredible history with Hunter Valentyne panning all the way back to Total Extreme Wrestling where I first met both gentlemen. As usual though much like anything Hunter Valentyne does the feud never really got on track, much like most of his title reigns, or his stints in New Edge Wrestling. What was this stint number 10? Hell I had to give him credit this one lasted the longest.
Matt Slater: So Al what did you need my help for?
Al Envy: Well as you know I have a big match with Cera. Now I know that you have quite the history with her and Vanessa and honestly we don’t need to get into it since that would take us a week to cover. I just kind of want to you know break the ice with you and you also be a lookout for me.
Matt kind of gave me a hesitant look.
Matt Slater: What do you mean by a look out. You need to elaborate a little more before I come to judgment on whether I would assist you or not.
Al Envy: Hey dude we are stable mates now. You have to fucking trust me on this. The last thing United need is for me to lose this week and go into Kamikaze on a losing streak. We don’t need to give the mafia any kind of advantage. Because you fucking know that this past week with what happened to me and Inkt is just the tip of the iceberg so to speak.
Slater still looked kind of suspicious of me.
Matt Slater: Look I am all for keeping the integrity of this collection of people. Yet I am well informed of your past transgressions Mr. Envy. Usually when you have an epiphany and need what you call a “lookout” a chain of unfortunate events usually occur.
I understood Matt’s concerns, yet I had a well thought out plan and all I needed was a look out.
Al Envy: Look all I need for you to do is just stay in the car while I rummage through Cera’s house that’s all.
Slater gave me the coldest look I have ever got from someone. Then he threw his arms up like what in the fuck are you talking about.
Matt Slater: That is what you want me to do Al? Stay on lookout while you intrude into another person’s private dwellings? I am not about to suffice to such an atrocious plan. Besides do not have the knowledge of where she resides. Is that why you asked me to join you on this endeavor?
Al Envy: Look. All I want you to do is just honk the horn if you see anyone coming? Trust me dude if you do this for me you are as United as they come. You will earn all of our trust ok? Besides dude you owe me for saving your posterior this past Ignite.
I got him right where I wanted him. He kept looking away from me then finally he finally decided to go with me.
Matt Slater: Ok I will help you because you helped me this past week. However I am still unknowing of where her home is.
Al Envy: Don’t worry I know exactly where she lives.
Slater gave me a perplexed look.
Slater: And how did you acquire this information.
Ignoring him I started to walk towards the door. I was not even about to tell him that I followed her home one time because I actually thought about trying to sleep with her. That would just be way to fucking weird. Kind of like being a stalker. Then again Matt would totally understand what a stalker is considering he did work with Hunter Valentyne once.
Soon we were on our way to Cera’s hometown of Sky Valley, Georgia. Unlike the hometown of Al Envy’s Fort Worth, Texas there is no mention of Cera on the town’s welcome board on the side of the road. Then again I would be ashamed of having your most famous resident a certified psycho despite the fact she is sexy as fuck. I am sexy as fuck but not certified a psycho, a drunk yes, but not a psycho.
I could see why Cera was the way she was. This was a nice town, but as backwards as hell. It was also boring. Driving down Main Street there were no strip clubs, bars, and I think I saw a dollar movie theatre playing movies that went to years 15 years ago. Was that an X-Men sign? Yeah this was a weird little town.
After all the time Matt Slater spent with Cera hoping that maybe one day she would give him a peck on the cheek he really was telling the truth about not knowing where the hell she lived. As I made all the turns to come to her house he seemed oblivious to the surroundings. Finally we pulled up to the Cera Janason abode.
Matt Slater: Quaint…..
Al Envy: Sure as hell is. What in the shit does quaint actually mean?
Matt Slater: Quaint, as in nice. Acceptable. You know.
We both looked upon the Cera estate and started to look around. It was time for the reconnaissance work. Grabbing my ski mask I placed it over my head and turned to Slater. He still seemed uncertain about this.
Al Envy: Ok I won’t be in there more than an half hour. I have to find something onher.
Matt Slater: Well if you decide to inhale her unmentionables you will be in there for an extended period of time.
Al Envy: I promise no drawer sniffing.
Mat Slater: Drawers?
Al Envy: Underwear you British fuck!!!
Matt Slater: Then speak proper English you Southern miscreant!
Al Envy: Ok if you see someone just hit the horn like 4 times. I will come out and we will get out of here.
Matt Slater: Then get going then.
I got out of the car and started to sneak up to the house. For some reason I guess with her mind set that people were actually afraid of her she had no fucking security. One quick credit card to the door knob unlocked her front door. I cautiously walked in just in case she had this mother fucker booby trapped like Texas Chainsaw Massacre or some shit, or even worse Saw. After I got comfortable I decide to get this over with. Out of instinct I went straight to the bedroom passing her collections of weapons she had invented ovr the years. Then I saw the one I remember extremely well.
The war hammer that gave me the scar on the back of my head was encased. My blood was still on it and she actually had it labeled. I bent down to read the inscription.
Al Envy
Pleasurable Moment
“Yeah I would give you a pleasurable moment you sick bitch.”
I shook out of my head the fact I wanted to pop my penis in her receptacle and continued my reconnaissance. Yet for good measure and the fact that unless it was my penis she wasn’t going to have a pleasurable moment at my expense I took the war hammer. The dried blood made my scar tingle like Voldemort did to Harry Potter’s scar. Yeah this is getting fucked up.
I made it to the bedroom finally. Actually it seemed pretty chipper. Staring at the bed I imagined pounding her brains out on it a she screamed for more. I started to open up the dresser drawer and found the panties. Remember what I promised Slater I didn’t sniff them, well ok I sniffed one fucking sue me. Unfortunately hey were clean and I couldn’t find the dirty cloths hamper to get the real scent. I closed the drawer and went to the next one. After about 3 or 4 minutes I decided to move on.
It was then I started to smell something. It was absolutely intoxicating and for a moment I thought she was in the room with me. Sadly for her and me she wasn’t. It was coming from a door behind the headboard of her bed. I slid my hand back there and opened up a secret compartment. The intoxicating smell blasted me in the face and my desire for Cera growed. I saw a bottle. Reaching in I grabbed it and could feel the warmth omit from the contens inside. I looked at the inscription on the bottle.
Vagina Magic
By Blair
Vagina Magic? What in the fuck was this stuff? Turning it around I read the back of the bottle.
The essence that will dominate the world. Use to break down the status quo of male domination. Ge what you want, when you want it with Vagina Magic.
I could not believe my eyes. Some crazy fucker took the greatness of the vagina and made a scent out of it, an intoxicating scent that dominates the physical and mental nature of a man. By George that was it!! That was hr secret weapon that hid the fact that her physical attributes as far as wrestling were adequate at best. This was her weapon that caused her to have so many victories against much better athletes than her. This was the shit that forced me to ignore the fact that she bashed my skull in with this war hammer I was holding. My God…..look at what it did to…..
Matt Slater!!
The honks started to blast from the outside. Sneaking out the bedroom window and going down the drain pipe I looked around the corner. A car pulled up and Cera’s retarded friend Jen Ryette, ok I assume she is retarded since she can’t fucking talk normal, had pulled up thanks to a driver. She gets out of the car and allows something to hop up on her shoulder. The hopper was the homosexual whatever with the massive penis that was I guess Hazard’s manager Spaz. Jen with Spaz on her shoulder calmly walked into Cera’s house laughing and went in. Taking that as my sign to run like shit back to the car I did. I jumped in all Dukes of Hazard style and yelled at Slater to haul ass. How I didn’t drop the Vagina Magic or that fucking war hammer I will never know.
We drove a few miles out of the town and pulled into a small strip mall. I got out with the bottle and war hammer as did Slater.
Matt Slater: What the devil is that stuff?
I allowed Slater to read for himself. He read it and the more he read the bigger his pupils get. A look of anger overshadowed his handsome British features and he then looked at me.
Matt Slater: That bitch!!! The audacity of her using a foreign substance to in trance all of us to get her ways!! This is preposterous!!!!
Slater was upset. He threw the bottle back to me and I stared at it.
Al Envy: And I am sure that Vanessa used this shit as well. Well my good limey friend we are going to end this once and for all.
I lied the bottle of Vagina Magic down on the pavement and reached in for that accursed war hammer. With a smile on my face I lifted the hammer high up in the air With all my strength I lowered the fucking boom and smashed that shit to kingdom come!!
All of those sexual feelings I had for Cera were now gone. I could see that it also altered Slater a little bit. We both collapsed onto the car and looked at each other.
Matt Slater: So this is at an end?
Al Envy: It’s over. And at Ignite she will be over.
We both took deep breaths as we got into the car. I placed the war hammer in the backseat and we drove like the wind away from Ceraville. I knew that this little adventure was going to be beneficial. We drove all the way out of the state of Georgia without even saying a word to each other. It was now time to get to Ignite and put Cera to rest once and for all.
No longer did she have her secret weapon anymore. It was going to be a battle of two wrestlers. And trust me I am the better wrestlers. I was going to once and for all end the nightmare that was Cera Janason and also going to prove why I was the greatest TA champion of all time. No one was a better champ not Johnny Stylez, not Cera, and definitely not that half queer Hunter Valentyne.
It was time to put the tag titles loss in the past with everything else. Now it was the present and the future at Kamikaze where another piece of my destiny will await. But first it was time to put the baddest bitch down like a dog….
Once and for all!!!
#United
But anyways 12 stitches later and a few pain pills here I stand inside my hotel room waiting for my guest to show up. It was time to place DomestiK Disturbance and their obsession with burning stuff down because that’s all they know how to do to the side. I guess those guys never sold enough t-shirts because no fan ever cared about them. But nonetheless like the good wrestlers in this company that don’t need weapons to beat their opponents and actually earn title wins despite people below you on the food chain saying you don’t it was time to look towards the future.
My TA title, something I actually earned without using brass knuckles, sat next to me on the bed. Looking at it I realized how proud I was to be the TA champion. I felt deep in my heart that I was bringing relevance back to that division, a division that was ruined with people like Dan Devine, Blair Buchannan, and my old buddy Johnny Stylez did everything they could to destroy it. Kamikaze was coming up very soon and I was pretty positive that Jesse would once again hand pick someone else that didn’t deserve a title shot, much like Domestik Disturbance and the tag team titles, and attempt to steal the TA title away from me as well.
Problem with that is if Jesse Styles wants my TA title he better get someone willing to bring a lunch to try and take it away from me. Hunter Valentyne didn’t have the guts to do it, and no matter how many weapons he brings with him again if he ever faced me for it neither would Johnny Stylez. Yet before I could worry about Kamikaze and the mongaloids grand plan to screw me again I had to think about this week.
It was someone that left a lasting impression on me. Everytime I feel the back of my head and that old scar her name comes to me. A well placed war hammer to the back of the head from this certain person gave me that scar. I never had the pleasure to address that shot so long ago because our paths went in different directions. Finally at this weeks Ignite I had my chance to take it to the sister of super bitch Vanessa…
The Baddest Bitch……Cera.
And the baddest bitch definitely she was. I always wondered what made her so angry. I guess some of it was growing up with some tramp that really thinks she was a queen and is annoying as fuck, or it could be she is with Jen Ryette, a gal that has a speech impediment and is half retarded. No matter her mean streak is legendary in NEW, and her record is as equally impressive.
And that’s what was always got me. How could someone with not the greatest knowledge or attributes to be pro wrestlers have so much success? Yeah a mean streak and an array of weapons that can hurt when they land on your skin can only go so far. Then again there was something else about her that made her so damn irresistible to me.
Okay I have a pretty decent size penis, biggest in this company by far, and a pair of balls that secret testosterone that easily recognizes a incredibly sexy woman, and no matter how she was in the personality department Cera was one hot broad. I mean this chick had a body that would make Hugh Hefner shut down Playboy because there could never be a cover girl that had Cera’s attributes in the right places. For some sick, erotic reason ever since she nailed me with that war hammer my thoughts of revenge was getting in the bed with her and pound her till she couldn’t walk for a month.
Even to this day I still find her incredibly sexy in a weird way, and every time I touch this scar it makes me feel close to her. However she was my opponent this week, and she was going to do everything she could to hurt me, not the good kind of hurt I wish she would do to me. And for me going into Kamikazee against whatever Jesse Styles has in store for me on a high note with a win over her instead of losing to Un-Creative T-Shirt obsessed burning everything down to get over DomestiK Disturbance and a crazy bitch back that I want my penis in back to back weeks would not be good for a guy that wants to go down in the annuls of New Edge Wrestling as the greatest Trans-Atlantic Champion of all time.
So it was time to get down to shit, time to get my mind focused free and clear. Finally after what seemed hours my friend showed up to assist me in understanding a Janason sister like Cera is. It was our brand new United member and a guy who let’s face it I really couldn’t consider a long time friend in Matt Slater. Matt however with the respect and dignity that he always carried with him, a quality that all of United has that differs us from the Styles Mafia and their overrated thoughts about themselves, had.
Matt Slater: How does the wound feel Al?
Al Envy: Eh I have had worse, you have to remember it was Hunter punching me and he punches pretty much like his career in New Edge, shit.
Slater laughed at my joke. He had a pretty incredible history with Hunter Valentyne panning all the way back to Total Extreme Wrestling where I first met both gentlemen. As usual though much like anything Hunter Valentyne does the feud never really got on track, much like most of his title reigns, or his stints in New Edge Wrestling. What was this stint number 10? Hell I had to give him credit this one lasted the longest.
Matt Slater: So Al what did you need my help for?
Al Envy: Well as you know I have a big match with Cera. Now I know that you have quite the history with her and Vanessa and honestly we don’t need to get into it since that would take us a week to cover. I just kind of want to you know break the ice with you and you also be a lookout for me.
Matt kind of gave me a hesitant look.
Matt Slater: What do you mean by a look out. You need to elaborate a little more before I come to judgment on whether I would assist you or not.
Al Envy: Hey dude we are stable mates now. You have to fucking trust me on this. The last thing United need is for me to lose this week and go into Kamikaze on a losing streak. We don’t need to give the mafia any kind of advantage. Because you fucking know that this past week with what happened to me and Inkt is just the tip of the iceberg so to speak.
Slater still looked kind of suspicious of me.
Matt Slater: Look I am all for keeping the integrity of this collection of people. Yet I am well informed of your past transgressions Mr. Envy. Usually when you have an epiphany and need what you call a “lookout” a chain of unfortunate events usually occur.
I understood Matt’s concerns, yet I had a well thought out plan and all I needed was a look out.
Al Envy: Look all I need for you to do is just stay in the car while I rummage through Cera’s house that’s all.
Slater gave me the coldest look I have ever got from someone. Then he threw his arms up like what in the fuck are you talking about.
Matt Slater: That is what you want me to do Al? Stay on lookout while you intrude into another person’s private dwellings? I am not about to suffice to such an atrocious plan. Besides do not have the knowledge of where she resides. Is that why you asked me to join you on this endeavor?
Al Envy: Look. All I want you to do is just honk the horn if you see anyone coming? Trust me dude if you do this for me you are as United as they come. You will earn all of our trust ok? Besides dude you owe me for saving your posterior this past Ignite.
I got him right where I wanted him. He kept looking away from me then finally he finally decided to go with me.
Matt Slater: Ok I will help you because you helped me this past week. However I am still unknowing of where her home is.
Al Envy: Don’t worry I know exactly where she lives.
Slater gave me a perplexed look.
Slater: And how did you acquire this information.
Ignoring him I started to walk towards the door. I was not even about to tell him that I followed her home one time because I actually thought about trying to sleep with her. That would just be way to fucking weird. Kind of like being a stalker. Then again Matt would totally understand what a stalker is considering he did work with Hunter Valentyne once.
Soon we were on our way to Cera’s hometown of Sky Valley, Georgia. Unlike the hometown of Al Envy’s Fort Worth, Texas there is no mention of Cera on the town’s welcome board on the side of the road. Then again I would be ashamed of having your most famous resident a certified psycho despite the fact she is sexy as fuck. I am sexy as fuck but not certified a psycho, a drunk yes, but not a psycho.
I could see why Cera was the way she was. This was a nice town, but as backwards as hell. It was also boring. Driving down Main Street there were no strip clubs, bars, and I think I saw a dollar movie theatre playing movies that went to years 15 years ago. Was that an X-Men sign? Yeah this was a weird little town.
After all the time Matt Slater spent with Cera hoping that maybe one day she would give him a peck on the cheek he really was telling the truth about not knowing where the hell she lived. As I made all the turns to come to her house he seemed oblivious to the surroundings. Finally we pulled up to the Cera Janason abode.
Matt Slater: Quaint…..
Al Envy: Sure as hell is. What in the shit does quaint actually mean?
Matt Slater: Quaint, as in nice. Acceptable. You know.
We both looked upon the Cera estate and started to look around. It was time for the reconnaissance work. Grabbing my ski mask I placed it over my head and turned to Slater. He still seemed uncertain about this.
Al Envy: Ok I won’t be in there more than an half hour. I have to find something onher.
Matt Slater: Well if you decide to inhale her unmentionables you will be in there for an extended period of time.
Al Envy: I promise no drawer sniffing.
Mat Slater: Drawers?
Al Envy: Underwear you British fuck!!!
Matt Slater: Then speak proper English you Southern miscreant!
Al Envy: Ok if you see someone just hit the horn like 4 times. I will come out and we will get out of here.
Matt Slater: Then get going then.
I got out of the car and started to sneak up to the house. For some reason I guess with her mind set that people were actually afraid of her she had no fucking security. One quick credit card to the door knob unlocked her front door. I cautiously walked in just in case she had this mother fucker booby trapped like Texas Chainsaw Massacre or some shit, or even worse Saw. After I got comfortable I decide to get this over with. Out of instinct I went straight to the bedroom passing her collections of weapons she had invented ovr the years. Then I saw the one I remember extremely well.
The war hammer that gave me the scar on the back of my head was encased. My blood was still on it and she actually had it labeled. I bent down to read the inscription.
Al Envy
Pleasurable Moment
“Yeah I would give you a pleasurable moment you sick bitch.”
I shook out of my head the fact I wanted to pop my penis in her receptacle and continued my reconnaissance. Yet for good measure and the fact that unless it was my penis she wasn’t going to have a pleasurable moment at my expense I took the war hammer. The dried blood made my scar tingle like Voldemort did to Harry Potter’s scar. Yeah this is getting fucked up.
I made it to the bedroom finally. Actually it seemed pretty chipper. Staring at the bed I imagined pounding her brains out on it a she screamed for more. I started to open up the dresser drawer and found the panties. Remember what I promised Slater I didn’t sniff them, well ok I sniffed one fucking sue me. Unfortunately hey were clean and I couldn’t find the dirty cloths hamper to get the real scent. I closed the drawer and went to the next one. After about 3 or 4 minutes I decided to move on.
It was then I started to smell something. It was absolutely intoxicating and for a moment I thought she was in the room with me. Sadly for her and me she wasn’t. It was coming from a door behind the headboard of her bed. I slid my hand back there and opened up a secret compartment. The intoxicating smell blasted me in the face and my desire for Cera growed. I saw a bottle. Reaching in I grabbed it and could feel the warmth omit from the contens inside. I looked at the inscription on the bottle.
Vagina Magic
By Blair
Vagina Magic? What in the fuck was this stuff? Turning it around I read the back of the bottle.
The essence that will dominate the world. Use to break down the status quo of male domination. Ge what you want, when you want it with Vagina Magic.
I could not believe my eyes. Some crazy fucker took the greatness of the vagina and made a scent out of it, an intoxicating scent that dominates the physical and mental nature of a man. By George that was it!! That was hr secret weapon that hid the fact that her physical attributes as far as wrestling were adequate at best. This was her weapon that caused her to have so many victories against much better athletes than her. This was the shit that forced me to ignore the fact that she bashed my skull in with this war hammer I was holding. My God…..look at what it did to…..
Matt Slater!!
The honks started to blast from the outside. Sneaking out the bedroom window and going down the drain pipe I looked around the corner. A car pulled up and Cera’s retarded friend Jen Ryette, ok I assume she is retarded since she can’t fucking talk normal, had pulled up thanks to a driver. She gets out of the car and allows something to hop up on her shoulder. The hopper was the homosexual whatever with the massive penis that was I guess Hazard’s manager Spaz. Jen with Spaz on her shoulder calmly walked into Cera’s house laughing and went in. Taking that as my sign to run like shit back to the car I did. I jumped in all Dukes of Hazard style and yelled at Slater to haul ass. How I didn’t drop the Vagina Magic or that fucking war hammer I will never know.
We drove a few miles out of the town and pulled into a small strip mall. I got out with the bottle and war hammer as did Slater.
Matt Slater: What the devil is that stuff?
I allowed Slater to read for himself. He read it and the more he read the bigger his pupils get. A look of anger overshadowed his handsome British features and he then looked at me.
Matt Slater: That bitch!!! The audacity of her using a foreign substance to in trance all of us to get her ways!! This is preposterous!!!!
Slater was upset. He threw the bottle back to me and I stared at it.
Al Envy: And I am sure that Vanessa used this shit as well. Well my good limey friend we are going to end this once and for all.
I lied the bottle of Vagina Magic down on the pavement and reached in for that accursed war hammer. With a smile on my face I lifted the hammer high up in the air With all my strength I lowered the fucking boom and smashed that shit to kingdom come!!
All of those sexual feelings I had for Cera were now gone. I could see that it also altered Slater a little bit. We both collapsed onto the car and looked at each other.
Matt Slater: So this is at an end?
Al Envy: It’s over. And at Ignite she will be over.
We both took deep breaths as we got into the car. I placed the war hammer in the backseat and we drove like the wind away from Ceraville. I knew that this little adventure was going to be beneficial. We drove all the way out of the state of Georgia without even saying a word to each other. It was now time to get to Ignite and put Cera to rest once and for all.
No longer did she have her secret weapon anymore. It was going to be a battle of two wrestlers. And trust me I am the better wrestlers. I was going to once and for all end the nightmare that was Cera Janason and also going to prove why I was the greatest TA champion of all time. No one was a better champ not Johnny Stylez, not Cera, and definitely not that half queer Hunter Valentyne.
It was time to put the tag titles loss in the past with everything else. Now it was the present and the future at Kamikaze where another piece of my destiny will await. But first it was time to put the baddest bitch down like a dog….
Once and for all!!!
#United