Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 13:45:14 GMT -6
"Oh GoD!!! That's right......oh GoD, just like that!!!"
His heart began to race as she slowly slid her fingers in between her waistline and her panties; pulling them off ever so slowly............teasing Blitz with every inch they dropped. This was the moment he had thought long and hard about ever since he saw that towel drop two weeks ago. Here she was, undressing right in front of him: Molly Mayhem!!!
He could feel his dick about to burst right through his zipper as her panties finally hit the floor. That perfectly tanned body, those perfectly round tits......and that pussy: trimmed so perfectly and dripping oh so wet.....
"The pants!!! LOSE THEM!!!!!!" she ordered like a German dominatrix. The second generation star didn't even hesitate!!! He swiftly took off his belt and flung it across the room and nearly tore his jeans and boxers trying to get them off him quickly enough!! THIS is the moment he has spent the last two weeks thinking about night and day: THIS is the reason Jesse Styles defeated him at Kamikaze! The most important fight of his life and he couldn't focus on anything but that beautiful, naked blonde bombshell chasing him down the hallway.
Was it all worth it? Was it worth taking a beating even worse than what Ryan Pugh and Johnny Stylez gave him two years ago??? At this moment, it damn sure was!!! Blitz was about to get his Mayhem on!!!
The Mistress of Mayhem slowly walked over toward the young rookie and in his eyes, it looked almost like the opening credits of Baywatch: her breasts seemingly bouncing in slow motion. With a fierce, domineering shove, she then pushed him into a chair and hit her knees. After teasing him for a second by licking his balls, she wrapped her sweet lips around his shaft and began to suck on his hard, throbbing cock!!!
"Oh GoD, Molly!!!! Oh GoDDDD!!!!!!! Don't stop..........I'm BEGGIN YOU!!!! PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!!!!"
Molly sucked and sucked as Blitz sat there, trying his damnedest not to come..........no, not yet. He wanted anything and everything that this sexy vixen was willing to throw his way. It was almost as if she had a sense of what was about to come as she raised her head off of his lap. Molly turned away and began slowly and seductively climbing onto the bed......
It was FINALLY happening: Blitz was about to have his way with The Mistress of Mayhem!!! For a moment, it didn't matter that he'd just had his ass kicked by Jesse. It didn't even matter that Jesse had gotten him kicked off the football team. Hell, it didn't even matter that his father had been missing for two years!!! Right now, at this very moment, there was only one thought racing through his mind...........
Evil never looked so damn GooD!!!
As he climbed into bed, Molly grabbed the young NEWcomer by the hair of his head and began to shove his face downstairs..........obviously indicating that it was now her turn. The younger Price licked his lips and began to chow down on that muff like a fat kid at a pie eating contest!
"Oh Michael!!!! Oh yes!!!! OHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Blitz moved quickly toward his ultimate 'finishing manuever': the Texas Tongue Tornado!!!!
"Oh GoD!!! Oh GoD!!! Oh you're so GooD..........OHHHH!!!!!!!! OHHHH!!!!! Oh Michael!!! Michael!!!! Michael!!!!"
"Michael??? Michael!!!! MICHAEL, WAKE UP!!!!!"
Like clockwork, Sherman awakened Blitz from the only thing that had brought him any joy in recent weeks: his sex dream with Molly Mayhem.
"Damn, Sherman!! I always KNEW you could ruin a wet dream!!!"
"Jacob!!! Jacob, he's finally awake!!!!"
Jacob Neal, who had since returned to America without his injured tag team partner, came rushing in from another room to join Sherman on a video chat.
"Hey partner, how are ya feeling?"
"I'm sore all over for some reason. Even.......even my tongue feels funny!"
"It's because you were practicing the art of cunninglinguis in your sleep, Michael."
"Ummm.....what's that?" Jacob asked innocently.
Well, in layman's terms, eating pussy."
"What would you know about that, bro? You haven't had pussy since pussy had you!!!"
"Well, I'm not the one who's been muffdiving a pillow and calling out 'Oh Molly!' in my sleep either!"
"Touche'!!"
"Shit!!! What time is it??? I'm gonna be late!!! We've gotta get to the arena....I have a match with Jesse-----"
"Calm down, Michael. Calm down. It appears that he may have suffered a slight concussion as well, Jacob."
"What??? Will someone PLEASE tell me what's going on?!?!?!?!"
"Michael, Kamikaze was three days ago. You lost......."
"Dammit!!! How in the hell did Jesse Styles beat me?"
"He hype kicked you through a flaming table, bro. You really don't remember anything?"
"Nothing. Well except for........."
"I'm guessing Molly Mayhem?"
"Yes. Ever since that panty raid, she's all I've thought about. Maybe that's what happened. Maybe I couldn't focus......."
"Calm down, partner, just calm down. You're going up against Miss USA this week, bro."
"You had her at Kamikaze didn't you? How'd you do??"
"I beat her." Jacob simply replied.
"How?"
"I pinned her."
"Really? that's your answer??? No strategy to offer me or anything, all you've got to say is, you pinned her?"
"Yep."
"Wait.............if Kamikaze is over, why am I still in Tokyo?"
"You weren't released from the hospital in time for the return flight, Michael. I decided to stay behind and stick with you: you know what happened when your father was left behind in a hospital, don't you?"
"DAD!!!! Did we at least find out anything else about my dad??? I guess I took an asskicking, but was it all in vain?"
"Not exactly, Michael. Jesse slipped you a piece of paper after the match, I have crossreferenced it to be.......grid coordinates. The coordinates match up in the middle of the Caribbean though; roughly twelve miles off the coast of Havana."
"Twelve miles off the coast, that doesn't make any sense!" Blitz replied.
"Maybe I can help....." Jacob chimed in. "In the 1920's international water boundaries were moved from three miles off coast to twelve in order to combat bootlegging liquor."
"Jacob!!! That's it!!!! Dragonfire isn't a building at all, Michael!! It's a ship!!! Jesse has your dad held captive on a ship twelve miles off the coast of Havana, Cuba."
"Why? Why is he not actually being held IN Cuba?"
"The Trade Embargo. Perhaps he tried that and Castro was afraid it would spark an international incident. Therefore, Jesse is holding him in international waters where there are no laws except the law of the sea....."
"Guys!!! That sounds ridiculous!!!! There's NO WAY that's possible!?!?!?"
"Blitz, listen carefully: we think you suffered a concussion at Kamikaze. You need to rest up and let your friend here sort all of this out. I'm going to book you guys a flight back to The States.............all you need to worry about is resting up for Ms USA this week."
"MISS USA!!!!?"
"Yes, Ms USA. You have a match with her this week......I just told you! Remember??"
"Sorry bro.......my mind must have been elsewhere."
"Molly again?"
"Yeah, you've got me. I can't get her out of my head."
"Well you're gonna have to try!!! Last time I saw her, she was pretty pissed off at the both of us!!! Do you even remember what we did to her? We stole her underwear!!!!"
"Molly's panties??? I've got Molly's panties?!?!??!!!"
"Yes!!!"
Frustrated at the obvious lack of understanding by Blitz, Jacob Neal rifles through his suitcase and holds up a pair of black and pink boy shorts to the screen with 'Johnny' emblazed across the seat.
"THESE BLITZ!!! THESE ARE MOLLY MAYHEM'S PANTIES!!!!
Meanwhile, Sherman opens his own suitcase and begins tossing several pairs of panties at his mela ticket, err, dorm mate.
"AND HERE'S A PAIR OF GRANNY PANTIES THAT PROBABLY BELONG TO REYA SERRA!!! AND A PAIR OF CROTCHLESS THONGS THAT PROBABLY BELONG TO VANESSA!!!!!"
"Whoa, calm down Sherman??? You mad bro?"
"How about next time you guys pull a panty raid, I get invited??? Did anyone invite The Shermanator? NO! He had to go crawling through the ceiling tile and sneak into Jesse Styles' office like a ninja and steal a laptop!!!"
"Okay, okay, calm down!!! I'll tell you what: we'll get back to The States and after Ignite, we'll all go to a strip club. Will that make it up to you??"
"Well, it's certainly a GooD start....."
"Now Jacob, MsUSA.....what do I need to know?"
"Well, if you think you are getting in the ring with a beauty pagent contestant, you are sadly mistaken. This girl is a highly trained............crime fighter of some sort. I believe she thinks she's some kind of super hero or something."
"So I'm fighting Wonder Woman?"
"No Michael, you're fighting MsUsa. Now, let me think of a way to rescue your dad so that we can all get on with our lives!"
"Why don't we just meet with The Governor and have him send in The Coast Guard? Maybe the Navy??"
"If Castro saw any unit of The US Armed Forces approaching Cuban waters it would spark World War 3! We need to plan smart: someone who can get in, get your dad, and get out."
"Guys, I'm going to go see The Sears Tower with Alisha. Why don't you two pack your things and I'll see you at the airport?"
"Sounds GooD Jacob. Thanks for your help, bromigo."
"Don't mention it."
"Michael, get some rest!!! We'll take things from here!"
Thus, as Jacob signed offline and Sherman began to pack their bags, Blitz laid his head back down and tried to recover from the nagging injuries he received at the hands of Bitch Move Styles. Would it be enough, though? Would a few hours of shut eye be enough for him to overcome MsUSA?? Perhaps more importantly, would he be able to focus this time, or was Molly Mayhem already too deeply in his head??
UNTIL THAT DAY.........UNTIL ALL ARE ONE.
His heart began to race as she slowly slid her fingers in between her waistline and her panties; pulling them off ever so slowly............teasing Blitz with every inch they dropped. This was the moment he had thought long and hard about ever since he saw that towel drop two weeks ago. Here she was, undressing right in front of him: Molly Mayhem!!!
He could feel his dick about to burst right through his zipper as her panties finally hit the floor. That perfectly tanned body, those perfectly round tits......and that pussy: trimmed so perfectly and dripping oh so wet.....
"The pants!!! LOSE THEM!!!!!!" she ordered like a German dominatrix. The second generation star didn't even hesitate!!! He swiftly took off his belt and flung it across the room and nearly tore his jeans and boxers trying to get them off him quickly enough!! THIS is the moment he has spent the last two weeks thinking about night and day: THIS is the reason Jesse Styles defeated him at Kamikaze! The most important fight of his life and he couldn't focus on anything but that beautiful, naked blonde bombshell chasing him down the hallway.
Was it all worth it? Was it worth taking a beating even worse than what Ryan Pugh and Johnny Stylez gave him two years ago??? At this moment, it damn sure was!!! Blitz was about to get his Mayhem on!!!
The Mistress of Mayhem slowly walked over toward the young rookie and in his eyes, it looked almost like the opening credits of Baywatch: her breasts seemingly bouncing in slow motion. With a fierce, domineering shove, she then pushed him into a chair and hit her knees. After teasing him for a second by licking his balls, she wrapped her sweet lips around his shaft and began to suck on his hard, throbbing cock!!!
"Oh GoD, Molly!!!! Oh GoDDDD!!!!!!! Don't stop..........I'm BEGGIN YOU!!!! PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!!!!"
Molly sucked and sucked as Blitz sat there, trying his damnedest not to come..........no, not yet. He wanted anything and everything that this sexy vixen was willing to throw his way. It was almost as if she had a sense of what was about to come as she raised her head off of his lap. Molly turned away and began slowly and seductively climbing onto the bed......
It was FINALLY happening: Blitz was about to have his way with The Mistress of Mayhem!!! For a moment, it didn't matter that he'd just had his ass kicked by Jesse. It didn't even matter that Jesse had gotten him kicked off the football team. Hell, it didn't even matter that his father had been missing for two years!!! Right now, at this very moment, there was only one thought racing through his mind...........
Evil never looked so damn GooD!!!
As he climbed into bed, Molly grabbed the young NEWcomer by the hair of his head and began to shove his face downstairs..........obviously indicating that it was now her turn. The younger Price licked his lips and began to chow down on that muff like a fat kid at a pie eating contest!
"Oh Michael!!!! Oh yes!!!! OHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Blitz moved quickly toward his ultimate 'finishing manuever': the Texas Tongue Tornado!!!!
"Oh GoD!!! Oh GoD!!! Oh you're so GooD..........OHHHH!!!!!!!! OHHHH!!!!! Oh Michael!!! Michael!!!! Michael!!!!"
"Michael??? Michael!!!! MICHAEL, WAKE UP!!!!!"
Like clockwork, Sherman awakened Blitz from the only thing that had brought him any joy in recent weeks: his sex dream with Molly Mayhem.
"Damn, Sherman!! I always KNEW you could ruin a wet dream!!!"
"Jacob!!! Jacob, he's finally awake!!!!"
Jacob Neal, who had since returned to America without his injured tag team partner, came rushing in from another room to join Sherman on a video chat.
"Hey partner, how are ya feeling?"
"I'm sore all over for some reason. Even.......even my tongue feels funny!"
"It's because you were practicing the art of cunninglinguis in your sleep, Michael."
"Ummm.....what's that?" Jacob asked innocently.
Well, in layman's terms, eating pussy."
"What would you know about that, bro? You haven't had pussy since pussy had you!!!"
"Well, I'm not the one who's been muffdiving a pillow and calling out 'Oh Molly!' in my sleep either!"
"Touche'!!"
"Shit!!! What time is it??? I'm gonna be late!!! We've gotta get to the arena....I have a match with Jesse-----"
"Calm down, Michael. Calm down. It appears that he may have suffered a slight concussion as well, Jacob."
"What??? Will someone PLEASE tell me what's going on?!?!?!?!"
"Michael, Kamikaze was three days ago. You lost......."
"Dammit!!! How in the hell did Jesse Styles beat me?"
"He hype kicked you through a flaming table, bro. You really don't remember anything?"
"Nothing. Well except for........."
"I'm guessing Molly Mayhem?"
"Yes. Ever since that panty raid, she's all I've thought about. Maybe that's what happened. Maybe I couldn't focus......."
"Calm down, partner, just calm down. You're going up against Miss USA this week, bro."
"You had her at Kamikaze didn't you? How'd you do??"
"I beat her." Jacob simply replied.
"How?"
"I pinned her."
"Really? that's your answer??? No strategy to offer me or anything, all you've got to say is, you pinned her?"
"Yep."
"Wait.............if Kamikaze is over, why am I still in Tokyo?"
"You weren't released from the hospital in time for the return flight, Michael. I decided to stay behind and stick with you: you know what happened when your father was left behind in a hospital, don't you?"
"DAD!!!! Did we at least find out anything else about my dad??? I guess I took an asskicking, but was it all in vain?"
"Not exactly, Michael. Jesse slipped you a piece of paper after the match, I have crossreferenced it to be.......grid coordinates. The coordinates match up in the middle of the Caribbean though; roughly twelve miles off the coast of Havana."
"Twelve miles off the coast, that doesn't make any sense!" Blitz replied.
"Maybe I can help....." Jacob chimed in. "In the 1920's international water boundaries were moved from three miles off coast to twelve in order to combat bootlegging liquor."
"Jacob!!! That's it!!!! Dragonfire isn't a building at all, Michael!! It's a ship!!! Jesse has your dad held captive on a ship twelve miles off the coast of Havana, Cuba."
"Why? Why is he not actually being held IN Cuba?"
"The Trade Embargo. Perhaps he tried that and Castro was afraid it would spark an international incident. Therefore, Jesse is holding him in international waters where there are no laws except the law of the sea....."
"Guys!!! That sounds ridiculous!!!! There's NO WAY that's possible!?!?!?"
"Blitz, listen carefully: we think you suffered a concussion at Kamikaze. You need to rest up and let your friend here sort all of this out. I'm going to book you guys a flight back to The States.............all you need to worry about is resting up for Ms USA this week."
"MISS USA!!!!?"
"Yes, Ms USA. You have a match with her this week......I just told you! Remember??"
"Sorry bro.......my mind must have been elsewhere."
"Molly again?"
"Yeah, you've got me. I can't get her out of my head."
"Well you're gonna have to try!!! Last time I saw her, she was pretty pissed off at the both of us!!! Do you even remember what we did to her? We stole her underwear!!!!"
"Molly's panties??? I've got Molly's panties?!?!??!!!"
"Yes!!!"
Frustrated at the obvious lack of understanding by Blitz, Jacob Neal rifles through his suitcase and holds up a pair of black and pink boy shorts to the screen with 'Johnny' emblazed across the seat.
"THESE BLITZ!!! THESE ARE MOLLY MAYHEM'S PANTIES!!!!
Meanwhile, Sherman opens his own suitcase and begins tossing several pairs of panties at his mela ticket, err, dorm mate.
"AND HERE'S A PAIR OF GRANNY PANTIES THAT PROBABLY BELONG TO REYA SERRA!!! AND A PAIR OF CROTCHLESS THONGS THAT PROBABLY BELONG TO VANESSA!!!!!"
"Whoa, calm down Sherman??? You mad bro?"
"How about next time you guys pull a panty raid, I get invited??? Did anyone invite The Shermanator? NO! He had to go crawling through the ceiling tile and sneak into Jesse Styles' office like a ninja and steal a laptop!!!"
"Okay, okay, calm down!!! I'll tell you what: we'll get back to The States and after Ignite, we'll all go to a strip club. Will that make it up to you??"
"Well, it's certainly a GooD start....."
"Now Jacob, MsUSA.....what do I need to know?"
"Well, if you think you are getting in the ring with a beauty pagent contestant, you are sadly mistaken. This girl is a highly trained............crime fighter of some sort. I believe she thinks she's some kind of super hero or something."
"So I'm fighting Wonder Woman?"
"No Michael, you're fighting MsUsa. Now, let me think of a way to rescue your dad so that we can all get on with our lives!"
"Why don't we just meet with The Governor and have him send in The Coast Guard? Maybe the Navy??"
"If Castro saw any unit of The US Armed Forces approaching Cuban waters it would spark World War 3! We need to plan smart: someone who can get in, get your dad, and get out."
"Guys, I'm going to go see The Sears Tower with Alisha. Why don't you two pack your things and I'll see you at the airport?"
"Sounds GooD Jacob. Thanks for your help, bromigo."
"Don't mention it."
"Michael, get some rest!!! We'll take things from here!"
Thus, as Jacob signed offline and Sherman began to pack their bags, Blitz laid his head back down and tried to recover from the nagging injuries he received at the hands of Bitch Move Styles. Would it be enough, though? Would a few hours of shut eye be enough for him to overcome MsUSA?? Perhaps more importantly, would he be able to focus this time, or was Molly Mayhem already too deeply in his head??
UNTIL THAT DAY.........UNTIL ALL ARE ONE.