Post by Gein on Jul 23, 2007 13:51:06 GMT
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Date: July 18th, 2007
Time: 1:26 pm
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Warning and Note To Reader: The Role Play you are about to read has been split into two parts due to exceeding the maximum character length for one post, and as you read it, I warn you to take caution as it does hold some strong language in there. Also, the people that have also been used within this RP, have given me permission to do so. (Besides Candice O'Brien, but I’m sure she’s use to being used by now. 
) Other than that, enjoy and don’t be afraid to comment!
) Other than that, enjoy and don’t be afraid to comment!Date: July 18th, 2007
Time: 1:26 pm
“I said Arra you dumb piece of shit!”
Oh joy. Maybe you can tell me why I was an idiot and decided to come here, maybe you can tell me why I’ve been standing for over half an hour, asking some damn immigrant who ‘No ingleses’ where that damn whore is? No? You’re as useless as this split in the condom here. I sighed heavily, placing my right hand up toward the temples in my head, the soft throbbing of pain and annoyance making itself noticeable as the soft thudding drummed into my thumb and index finger. Already, NWW had started off with a bad start, the lack of parking, the lack of activity, the lack of talent and now, n…o…w a lack of fucking intelligence. I mean, come on. Surely Mr. Gringo here had been working with NWW for two or so weeks, surely the bastard knew where one of the ‘wrestlers’ were, or even the fucking women’s locker room! Its times like this where I realize why I pulled myself out of this game in the first place, why I took up retirement and stayed well away from the pansy wrestlers with their suffocating egos which couldn’t hold a light to their pathetic attempt at showing talent. With that came the teamsters, the idiots that had been hired and trusted with making sure that the set was up and ready for each show; that the lights were timed and the right music would hit at the right time as pretty little pyros exploderise and make the kiddies go ‘AHHHH’. Twats. I begin to rub my hand slowly across my forehead, smelling the fabric softener that Jessie used on my clothes sweep into my nostrils from my long sleeves, navy blue striped shirt. I closed my eyes gently, allowing the silence and smell to calm me down enough before I decked the imbecile before me.
“Arra you say? Arra Jamison?”
Yes. Yes… YES! What’s so hard to understand? That there’s actually someone interested in the no talent fuckers that work here? I slowly pulled my eyes open, hesitating whether or not I should bother, who was I to face? Another teamster? A diva from the NWW roster that has less talent than my right pinky? I sighed heavily once more, peeling my hand away from my forehead gently as my head begins to pick itself up from its direction toward the floor, allowing her the chance to set her stupendous stare on to someone she will no doubt admire in due time. I had just opened my mouth, ready to speak when my stare connected with hers, stricken by the clear grey orbs that shone back at me, lightly perked by a mild line of black eyeliner as her mousey brown hair swept in toward her face, framing the finely chiseled bones that created… well… what could I say? She was a pretty little thing. I kept my thoughts to myself though, presenting my hardened structure toward her more fiercely as I spoke once more.
“If that’s her last name. Yeah. Her; know where I can find her?”
I watched as a smile formed sweetly across her thick, pouting lips, beaming some sense of calm toward me as her magnificent body twisted slightly, her right arm extending away from her side whilst she took a deep breath, her chest only to rise higher and brining out the bulges that hovered there beneath the skin tight, black halter top.
“You should find her down there. I’m not sure if you’ll have any luck though, I haven’t seen her around myself.”
I nod a silent thanks toward her, a smile only to return as a ‘no problem’ gesture before, just as I met her, she slipped away from my eyes. I watched in silence as she gently brushed pass my arm, keeping the sweet smile she greeted me with firmly upon her clear glossed lips as she sauntered away. I couldn’t help but take a look at the boot that swayed with her steps the shiny object for any guy to lose himself in. I turned, a half cheesy smile presenting itself upon my stubble filled face as I took a step down the corridor she had directed her well manicured hand to moments ago.
“OOOOOH. Arra? Yah. She be that way!”
I stopped dead, turning my head just enough to view the image of the grubby old teamster once more. His black hair was mattered at the front, clogged with sweat or, maybe, just maybe a splash of water from the men’s room just to make it look that way. His black shirt reeked of perspiration and cigarette smoke as his eyes goggled docilely back at mine, a smile only to perch itself on the edge of his smile as he nodded dumbfounded toward me, trying to re-assure me in his own little way I suppose. I just shook my head lightly, pulling my eyes away from him once more as I begin to walk away from the teamster, breathing the words ‘fucking idiot’ as I departed.
I took my steps slow, but brisk all the same, taking the chance to savour the delectable view of the NWW backstage area, a part of the building where millions upon millions of horny little teenagers wish they could tour, if only they knew how boring this place was. It wasn’t any different to all the other federations I had found myself in over the years, a dash of white here, a speckle of grey here and OH… a little rat dropping here just to complete the effect of an up and coming wrestling company. Yaysies! My eyes began to roll, unimpressed with even myself, knowing that I had now associated my body and soul to… this. Why didn’t I stay at home like a good little boy? I sigh; passing another door that belonged to some random person I had never heard of before as the echo of my footsteps bounced upon the hollow walls, intruding my ears like a worm and an apple as I passed another door which belonged to the techs. Ha ha. They had a room here? Good lord, that damn twat I left a moment ago couldn’t tie his shoelaces, never mind find and open a door. I smiled, remember the idiot I left back behind me, tending to the pretty lights that flashed above his head, before, slowing my pace as my eyes washed over a double, pine wood door, a plaque placing itself on the right hand side of it prominently, almost proud that it had been defaced with ‘Women’s locker room’. I coughed, clearing my throat gently before placing my left hand lightly upon the door, curling it into a smooth fist as I wrapped against the wood three times; sharp and clear to even the deafest man.
Nothing.
I tried again, this time putting the count up another one as I waited.
Nothing.
My eyes rolled once more, heaving themselves into the back of my head carelessly as a relentless sigh passed my lips. This is all I needed, it had taken me nearly forty minutes to even locate the damn door, and now… fuck it. I lowered my hand toward the brush steel handle; pushing down on my weight I heard the door click, un-attaching itself from the frame work gently as it cautiously pushed itself open. I kept my handle down upon the warming steel handle, stopping the door from opening too far as I placed my shaven head around the corner of the door, checking to see if the coast was clear. Nothing. I pushed my shoulder against the door slightly, pushing it open all the more to allow my eyes to view the emptied locker room.
“I knew y’all lacked the balls of a true man, but I never put you down for a diva.”
I turned sharply, almost knocking myself out as I jumped and headed a part of the door that I had been hiding behind. Bloody hell! I brought my hand up toward the crown of my head, rubbing softly as I try to ease the slight pain away. I pulled my head upwards, just enough to view the person that stood just a few inches behind me, my cool gray eyes soon to meet with her devilish stare as she held a virgin white towel in her right hand, those long cruel fingers only to pierce into its cotton flesh mercilessly as a large, black duffel bag hung limply over her right shoulder. She smiled briefly to me, that sick, venomous grin I could only recognize her by now as she slowly pushed herself forward, brushing past me as she entered the women’s locker room. My senses would be invaded by a sweet aroma of both her lavish perfume and the sweat which lingered upon her body, no doubt through some sort of training she had just paced herself through. I watched in total silence as Arra placed her duffel bag down upon one of the benches across from the door in which I still stood, my eyes laying themselves upon her for only a moment as she sat down, her body relaxing upon the cool wood of the bench as she arched an eyebrow toward me.
“Are you going to stand out there all day or get your cotton pickin’ ass in here?”
I didn’t answer; instead, I took a step forward into the mouth of the beast, allowing the door to close to behind my now trapped body as I stop midway, my eyes only to wash over Arra’s perfectly toned body in the process. She would be perfect for any guy, simple, easy. No, not her, well. I don’t know her well enough, so, you never know. I’ll see if I can’t get her number a little later for you horn dogs. She was attired in what could only be described as, well, strange training gear. Her hair was up, untidily but it still managed to hold a little class as a sweep of her dark brown hair tickled past her cheek bones, her upper smothered by a Manson T-Shirt that had been tied into a knot at the back so it would grip to her body like a starving child. Her legs were left bare, if not for the black fishnet stockings that adorned them as a black cheerleader skirt rode just above her thighs. I looked down, noticing that her feet were also now are, but sat next to a pair of toppled over army boots that needless to say, had seen better days. I remained silent for a little longer as Arra leaned over and pulled back the zip to her large duffel bag, her hands soon to dive into it like a obese child in a chocolate factory; now rummaging through its contents. It wouldn’t be much longer before her head would poke up from its little adventure of ‘Journey into the bag of things’, her devious eyes only to note the black pants that swayed around my legs, the navy blue, striped shirt which hung around my upper torso whilst a pair of polished black shoes dress my size twelve feet. She flashed an amused grin as her eyes flickered back and forth across my body, as I sighed, removing my eyes from her unimpressed as I spoke.
“You know. If I wanted to waste my time watching some idiot find something, I’d sit on a street corner and watch a drunken hobo look for his pet rat.”
If she had somehow been offended, or even the slightest bit interested in what I had just said to her, she surely didn’t show any signs of feeling that way. I gently shifted my weight from my left to the right, my arms only to creep in across my chest, crossing like an arrogant child waiting selfishly for his mother to get him the red lollipop that he had been screaming for, for the past ten minutes. I continued to wait. Was this what my life was to become? Waiting around for some damn chick to find her fucking virginity? I slowly cast my eyes away from her, taking this opportune moment to ‘admire’ the shank space known as the ‘Women’s locker room’. It. Was. The. Same. Generic. Piece. Of. Crap. The same motif and style as any other women’s locker room, from the baby pink painted walls, the pristine little girlie gray lockers with ‘I love Tom, Dick and Harry’ plastered on the inside, accompanied with probably a little picture of each guy, so they can kiss them for good luck before every match, in hope they don’t break that little fingernail of theirs. Sheesh. I continue to pass my vindictive eyes around the room, tailing from my right to my left smoothly as I note the mirrors which hung proudly upon the walls, the entrance to the steamy shower room, which no doubt; the girls had fun. And as I turned to finish my mini tour, I noticed something in the opposite side of the room… A COUCH! THE FUCKING BITCHES GET A COUCH!? Oh, this is just perfect. They flash a bit of ass and tit and they get something to lay down on, and here’s the mugs, the men, the real talent having to sit on the benches and like it! I shook my head lightly, having enough of the view that had been offered to me, if only in spite. As I brought my head back toward the dreaded whore before me, ready to speak once more and ask her to hurry the hell up, something collided against my face, soft and light. Instincts took over me, forcing my arms out just in time to catch the object from my face as it fell into my hands. As I looked down toward my hands, noticing the black tank top that now laid there, something else would hit my feet, heavier than the last as it thumped the tiled floor mercilessly. I cast my eyes down toward my size twelve feet, pulling the tank top away with my right hand as to allow me chance to view the other item clearly. Black boots, and a pair of black ‘punk’ shorts. What the hell? Without much more time lingering on the items, I pull my eyes up, resting them back on Arra whom had now stood stretching to put something in her locker as her black, fish net tights laid dead upon the floor, her T-Shirt had become untied of its not at the back and now swayed as she moved to put something inside. I watched, waiting for her to finish as she slowly pulled herself away from the locker, her hands only to creep down toward the bottom of her shirt smoothly as she tugged on the ends of it, pulling it free from her body as bit by bit, it slipped off over her head. Her hand was now smothered by the black mess, her upper torso bare beside the crimson red strap of her bra, as her silken flesh shone beneath the lights which hung above our head; her lavishly tanned skin had become all the more desirable to touch with each moment she moved.
“Ya know. If y’all keep your eyes like that fer much longer, they might just fall out.”
I snapped out of the trance I found myself slip into quickly, my head only to shake itself in a judder as I manage to pull myself back down to the dive hole known as earth. It wouldn’t be long before I felt a cheeky smile wipe across the bands of my lips, presenting itself to Arra as “I’m a guy, what do you expect me to do when I see ta tas?”, she just smiled back apathetically, her eyes still trained themselves on me as she closed her locker door to, her hand only to slip away from the cool metal as she pulled her eyes away from mine and rested them on a bundle which laid on the bench she ad been sitting on. I allowed the smile to drop from my face, giving into the pain that was pinching in the corners of my mouth whilst Arra plucked the bundle of what looked like clothes off of the beach wood bench, her body only to turn on a swish action of her bare heel as she made her way toward the mouth of the shower. I lowered my head, knowing all to well that I was going to be here for a very long time whilst she tried to get herself ready, and as I shifted my head down toward my hands, I noticed the black garment that was resting there.
“Wait!”
I forced the garment into the air by the scruff of its neck, suffocating it within my large hand as my eyes flickered between both Arra and the black vest top. She had stopped just a mere few inches away from the shower room, her body twisted as she looks upon the top which I held up toward her.
“What do you want me to do with these?”
My eyes noted the vivacious glow which stung her thick, sultry lips, the erotic mystery and malicious smile that could kill any heart with one glance. Her eyes fluttered with a devilish persona as she flicked back her draping hair, her voice soon to burn into my ears as she spoke with an amused tone.
“S’your wrestling gear, Looker. I thought you’d want to change.”
With her final words attacking me, I directed my attention back toward the tank top which continued to hang limply in my hand. Wrestling gear? I washed over it smoothly, noting the plain black attire casually. From what I could see, the tank top itself looked around the right size, but, what about the black punk shorts and boots? Wait! How did she even know I’d come and meet her today? Unless she was sad enough to always carry around a set of clothes and boots which fitted me. Hmm, the stalker type I see. I looked up, mildly amused by the thought as I check to see if Arra had already left me, she hadn’t. As my eyes rested back on to the young Texan’s body, She had stripped further down to just her underwear, a bra and panty set that was laced and a vibrant red. Or was it crimson? Blah, s’all the same to me anyways. What I was more concerned about, most interested in was what her right hand was doing, slowly creeping to her back silently as she messed with the hooks just once, the bra only to snap free as she allowed it to fall to the ground just outside of the shower. Fucking hell. I couldn’t have done it quicker myself. She didn’t even bother to turn around to check to see if I was watching, she knew, and with one step, she walked into the shower room with nothing more than her panties to console her lower torso. Wait, there they go. She threw them from inside of the shower and allowed them to rest near her bra as I smiled to myself. Well Damien my good man, this might be a lot more interesting than you expected it to be. With that final thought, I bent down and gathered up my things and left to find the male locker rooms.
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“Whose the loser now?”
Her voice was like a disease that took your body by force, sending your shattered soul to the depths of hell with that one final stroke of your heart. Her vile Texan accent acted as nothing more than a further reason as to why I’m glad the north won the civil war. She sat upon my chest like a docile cat, her head tilted slightly to her left as her sneering eyes peered down from me with pure and utter arrogance. I was wrong about her, I’m not afraid to admit that, well, to myself anyways. She was different to most of the females I had encountered, and as my chest beat back and forth frantically, trying hard to catch the breath which trapped itself like a dagger in my throat, I brought my eyes down upon her and glared back at her, the same mocking smile I had flashed her back in the locker room all those moments ago as it made its grand appearance once more. She pulled herself back slightly, her hands scraping mercilessly across my chest as she jumped from upon me. She was an agile little thing, I hadn’t seen her come with most of her attacks, and when I thought I had gotten the best of her, she turned and bared her fangs like the good little kitty we all know and hate. I watched as her body leapt back away from mine, taking those few crucial inches away from the both of us as I allowed a small laugh to escape through my broken lips. I struggled to haul myself up properly, feeling the power of fatigue slowly set into my muscles and bones of my sleep deprived body. I grunted slightly as I found my feet once more, something which had been helped along by my left hand pushing the energy that I had left up from the mat in which I had seemed to have found myself laying down backward for the past twenty minutes. It didn’t take me long to find my balance, my eyes locking sternly with Arra’s as she stood still, her right hand resting on her hip as she teasingly pulled her left into the air and offered me a chance to take her. Well, she asked for it. With out much thought, and the sure idiot that I had become from being away from wrestling for so long, I charged at her, my arms out ready to spear her into the turnbuckle which was just a few inches behind her, that was, well, until I felt her arm connect with my throat, my body soon to twist violently as I felt my feet come away from the mat and land nose first into the friend I had seemed to have acquainted myself very well with by now. Good ol’ matty, never lets you down. I groaned in slight agony, suddenly having enough of training as I gently turned from off of my belly and onto my back, my hands resting over my eyes as I attempt to wipe away the perspiration that had seemed to have found a new home upon my reddened face. I slowly wipe my large hands down across my eyes and over my cheeks, allowing my eyes to meet with the image of my bully once more. Who the fuck was she? I mean, come on, surely I wasn’t that easy? She didn’t look tired at all. As my eyes washed over her body, I tried to note any exhaustion, just a little sign that could tell me I wasn’t that passed it. She was sweating and breathing a little deeply, I suppose that’s good enough. She looked down upon me once more, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in one swift movement. I swear, if she did that anymore today or left them there long enough, I’m sure she’d be attacked by the little gremlins that hid themselves in the shank space known as her head. I sighed heavily, quickly and sharp as though she herself had had enough.
“Damien!?”
Arra would turn her attention away from me as the innocent shriek bounded into sound, casting its voice into the bland arena carelessly. I watched in silence as the distracted Texan turned to see who the intruder was. Big mistake. With the chance offered to me on a large silver platter, I took the cheap shot I had been waiting for nearly an hour now, as I swiftly brought my right leg in, connecting it in just an instant with Arra’s as she toppled from upon her feet. She fell backward into the mat, landing without much of a sound as I scrambled to my knees and pounced on her before she could realize what was happening. As my body touched with hers and as I lay upon her waist, my legs wrapped around her like an anaconda and its prey, I pushed down on her arms mercilessly, making sure she was unable to move as I leaned my shaven head closer toward hers, my eyes only to pierce into her bewildered orbs cruelly as I spoke.
“You may be good, but you’re not great. Never turn your back!”
With my final words screaming at her, I loosen my hold around her wrists, my legs only to uncoil around from her petite body gently as I allow her to roll away from me without any problems.
“Damien?”
I pulled myself to my knees, allowing the material of the mat to chaff with my bare legs in a rather absent minded manner as I begin to slowly turn myself toward the direction from where the voice had come from. I already knew who it was and I knew why she was here. She had gotten bored of not being able to nag anyone, so in order to fill her time, guess who gets to be the lucky sod and take it whilst I’m at ‘work’? I sigh smoothly but silent enough so that only I knew I was doing it, I really didn’t have the energy to put up with her. My eyes almost immediately connected with Jessie’s as she sauntered lightly up toward the ring, her golden hair bouncing on her small shoulders, her eyes soft but stern all the same as no emotion dwelled upon her fine face. I’m in trouble. When she had managed to get to the commentator’s desk, I noticed that her attention wasn’t fully on me. No; it was on Arra. I turned just enough to see the Texan from the corner of my eye, her body hunched over the top ropes like an arrogant knight as she peered down at what I guess she saw as a ‘lesser specimen to the female race’. Her arms were crossed over loosely upon one another, her eyes glazed over into her own little world as she allowed a relaxed smile to form over her perspired face, whilst she let Jessie know that the ring was hers, and hers alone as she placed her right booted foot onto the bottom rope and tilted her head back, arrogant, but oh so sexy. I pulled away from Arra’s torso, resting my eyes back onto Jessie silently as I watched a smile form across her own lips toward Arra, before, quickly, releasing it and directing her attention toward me.
“What are you doing here?”
Oh joy. Maybe you can tell me why I was an idiot and decided to come here, maybe you can tell me why I’ve been standing for over half an hour, asking some damn immigrant who ‘No ingleses’ where that damn whore is? No? You’re as useless as this split in the condom here. I sighed heavily, placing my right hand up toward the temples in my head, the soft throbbing of pain and annoyance making itself noticeable as the soft thudding drummed into my thumb and index finger. Already, NWW had started off with a bad start, the lack of parking, the lack of activity, the lack of talent and now, n…o…w a lack of fucking intelligence. I mean, come on. Surely Mr. Gringo here had been working with NWW for two or so weeks, surely the bastard knew where one of the ‘wrestlers’ were, or even the fucking women’s locker room! Its times like this where I realize why I pulled myself out of this game in the first place, why I took up retirement and stayed well away from the pansy wrestlers with their suffocating egos which couldn’t hold a light to their pathetic attempt at showing talent. With that came the teamsters, the idiots that had been hired and trusted with making sure that the set was up and ready for each show; that the lights were timed and the right music would hit at the right time as pretty little pyros exploderise and make the kiddies go ‘AHHHH’. Twats. I begin to rub my hand slowly across my forehead, smelling the fabric softener that Jessie used on my clothes sweep into my nostrils from my long sleeves, navy blue striped shirt. I closed my eyes gently, allowing the silence and smell to calm me down enough before I decked the imbecile before me.
“Arra you say? Arra Jamison?”
Yes. Yes… YES! What’s so hard to understand? That there’s actually someone interested in the no talent fuckers that work here? I slowly pulled my eyes open, hesitating whether or not I should bother, who was I to face? Another teamster? A diva from the NWW roster that has less talent than my right pinky? I sighed heavily once more, peeling my hand away from my forehead gently as my head begins to pick itself up from its direction toward the floor, allowing her the chance to set her stupendous stare on to someone she will no doubt admire in due time. I had just opened my mouth, ready to speak when my stare connected with hers, stricken by the clear grey orbs that shone back at me, lightly perked by a mild line of black eyeliner as her mousey brown hair swept in toward her face, framing the finely chiseled bones that created… well… what could I say? She was a pretty little thing. I kept my thoughts to myself though, presenting my hardened structure toward her more fiercely as I spoke once more.
“If that’s her last name. Yeah. Her; know where I can find her?”
I watched as a smile formed sweetly across her thick, pouting lips, beaming some sense of calm toward me as her magnificent body twisted slightly, her right arm extending away from her side whilst she took a deep breath, her chest only to rise higher and brining out the bulges that hovered there beneath the skin tight, black halter top.
“You should find her down there. I’m not sure if you’ll have any luck though, I haven’t seen her around myself.”
I nod a silent thanks toward her, a smile only to return as a ‘no problem’ gesture before, just as I met her, she slipped away from my eyes. I watched in silence as she gently brushed pass my arm, keeping the sweet smile she greeted me with firmly upon her clear glossed lips as she sauntered away. I couldn’t help but take a look at the boot that swayed with her steps the shiny object for any guy to lose himself in. I turned, a half cheesy smile presenting itself upon my stubble filled face as I took a step down the corridor she had directed her well manicured hand to moments ago.
“OOOOOH. Arra? Yah. She be that way!”
I stopped dead, turning my head just enough to view the image of the grubby old teamster once more. His black hair was mattered at the front, clogged with sweat or, maybe, just maybe a splash of water from the men’s room just to make it look that way. His black shirt reeked of perspiration and cigarette smoke as his eyes goggled docilely back at mine, a smile only to perch itself on the edge of his smile as he nodded dumbfounded toward me, trying to re-assure me in his own little way I suppose. I just shook my head lightly, pulling my eyes away from him once more as I begin to walk away from the teamster, breathing the words ‘fucking idiot’ as I departed.
I took my steps slow, but brisk all the same, taking the chance to savour the delectable view of the NWW backstage area, a part of the building where millions upon millions of horny little teenagers wish they could tour, if only they knew how boring this place was. It wasn’t any different to all the other federations I had found myself in over the years, a dash of white here, a speckle of grey here and OH… a little rat dropping here just to complete the effect of an up and coming wrestling company. Yaysies! My eyes began to roll, unimpressed with even myself, knowing that I had now associated my body and soul to… this. Why didn’t I stay at home like a good little boy? I sigh; passing another door that belonged to some random person I had never heard of before as the echo of my footsteps bounced upon the hollow walls, intruding my ears like a worm and an apple as I passed another door which belonged to the techs. Ha ha. They had a room here? Good lord, that damn twat I left a moment ago couldn’t tie his shoelaces, never mind find and open a door. I smiled, remember the idiot I left back behind me, tending to the pretty lights that flashed above his head, before, slowing my pace as my eyes washed over a double, pine wood door, a plaque placing itself on the right hand side of it prominently, almost proud that it had been defaced with ‘Women’s locker room’. I coughed, clearing my throat gently before placing my left hand lightly upon the door, curling it into a smooth fist as I wrapped against the wood three times; sharp and clear to even the deafest man.
Nothing.
I tried again, this time putting the count up another one as I waited.
Nothing.
My eyes rolled once more, heaving themselves into the back of my head carelessly as a relentless sigh passed my lips. This is all I needed, it had taken me nearly forty minutes to even locate the damn door, and now… fuck it. I lowered my hand toward the brush steel handle; pushing down on my weight I heard the door click, un-attaching itself from the frame work gently as it cautiously pushed itself open. I kept my handle down upon the warming steel handle, stopping the door from opening too far as I placed my shaven head around the corner of the door, checking to see if the coast was clear. Nothing. I pushed my shoulder against the door slightly, pushing it open all the more to allow my eyes to view the emptied locker room.
“I knew y’all lacked the balls of a true man, but I never put you down for a diva.”
I turned sharply, almost knocking myself out as I jumped and headed a part of the door that I had been hiding behind. Bloody hell! I brought my hand up toward the crown of my head, rubbing softly as I try to ease the slight pain away. I pulled my head upwards, just enough to view the person that stood just a few inches behind me, my cool gray eyes soon to meet with her devilish stare as she held a virgin white towel in her right hand, those long cruel fingers only to pierce into its cotton flesh mercilessly as a large, black duffel bag hung limply over her right shoulder. She smiled briefly to me, that sick, venomous grin I could only recognize her by now as she slowly pushed herself forward, brushing past me as she entered the women’s locker room. My senses would be invaded by a sweet aroma of both her lavish perfume and the sweat which lingered upon her body, no doubt through some sort of training she had just paced herself through. I watched in total silence as Arra placed her duffel bag down upon one of the benches across from the door in which I still stood, my eyes laying themselves upon her for only a moment as she sat down, her body relaxing upon the cool wood of the bench as she arched an eyebrow toward me.
“Are you going to stand out there all day or get your cotton pickin’ ass in here?”
I didn’t answer; instead, I took a step forward into the mouth of the beast, allowing the door to close to behind my now trapped body as I stop midway, my eyes only to wash over Arra’s perfectly toned body in the process. She would be perfect for any guy, simple, easy. No, not her, well. I don’t know her well enough, so, you never know. I’ll see if I can’t get her number a little later for you horn dogs. She was attired in what could only be described as, well, strange training gear. Her hair was up, untidily but it still managed to hold a little class as a sweep of her dark brown hair tickled past her cheek bones, her upper smothered by a Manson T-Shirt that had been tied into a knot at the back so it would grip to her body like a starving child. Her legs were left bare, if not for the black fishnet stockings that adorned them as a black cheerleader skirt rode just above her thighs. I looked down, noticing that her feet were also now are, but sat next to a pair of toppled over army boots that needless to say, had seen better days. I remained silent for a little longer as Arra leaned over and pulled back the zip to her large duffel bag, her hands soon to dive into it like a obese child in a chocolate factory; now rummaging through its contents. It wouldn’t be much longer before her head would poke up from its little adventure of ‘Journey into the bag of things’, her devious eyes only to note the black pants that swayed around my legs, the navy blue, striped shirt which hung around my upper torso whilst a pair of polished black shoes dress my size twelve feet. She flashed an amused grin as her eyes flickered back and forth across my body, as I sighed, removing my eyes from her unimpressed as I spoke.
“You know. If I wanted to waste my time watching some idiot find something, I’d sit on a street corner and watch a drunken hobo look for his pet rat.”
If she had somehow been offended, or even the slightest bit interested in what I had just said to her, she surely didn’t show any signs of feeling that way. I gently shifted my weight from my left to the right, my arms only to creep in across my chest, crossing like an arrogant child waiting selfishly for his mother to get him the red lollipop that he had been screaming for, for the past ten minutes. I continued to wait. Was this what my life was to become? Waiting around for some damn chick to find her fucking virginity? I slowly cast my eyes away from her, taking this opportune moment to ‘admire’ the shank space known as the ‘Women’s locker room’. It. Was. The. Same. Generic. Piece. Of. Crap. The same motif and style as any other women’s locker room, from the baby pink painted walls, the pristine little girlie gray lockers with ‘I love Tom, Dick and Harry’ plastered on the inside, accompanied with probably a little picture of each guy, so they can kiss them for good luck before every match, in hope they don’t break that little fingernail of theirs. Sheesh. I continue to pass my vindictive eyes around the room, tailing from my right to my left smoothly as I note the mirrors which hung proudly upon the walls, the entrance to the steamy shower room, which no doubt; the girls had fun. And as I turned to finish my mini tour, I noticed something in the opposite side of the room… A COUCH! THE FUCKING BITCHES GET A COUCH!? Oh, this is just perfect. They flash a bit of ass and tit and they get something to lay down on, and here’s the mugs, the men, the real talent having to sit on the benches and like it! I shook my head lightly, having enough of the view that had been offered to me, if only in spite. As I brought my head back toward the dreaded whore before me, ready to speak once more and ask her to hurry the hell up, something collided against my face, soft and light. Instincts took over me, forcing my arms out just in time to catch the object from my face as it fell into my hands. As I looked down toward my hands, noticing the black tank top that now laid there, something else would hit my feet, heavier than the last as it thumped the tiled floor mercilessly. I cast my eyes down toward my size twelve feet, pulling the tank top away with my right hand as to allow me chance to view the other item clearly. Black boots, and a pair of black ‘punk’ shorts. What the hell? Without much more time lingering on the items, I pull my eyes up, resting them back on Arra whom had now stood stretching to put something in her locker as her black, fish net tights laid dead upon the floor, her T-Shirt had become untied of its not at the back and now swayed as she moved to put something inside. I watched, waiting for her to finish as she slowly pulled herself away from the locker, her hands only to creep down toward the bottom of her shirt smoothly as she tugged on the ends of it, pulling it free from her body as bit by bit, it slipped off over her head. Her hand was now smothered by the black mess, her upper torso bare beside the crimson red strap of her bra, as her silken flesh shone beneath the lights which hung above our head; her lavishly tanned skin had become all the more desirable to touch with each moment she moved.
“Ya know. If y’all keep your eyes like that fer much longer, they might just fall out.”
I snapped out of the trance I found myself slip into quickly, my head only to shake itself in a judder as I manage to pull myself back down to the dive hole known as earth. It wouldn’t be long before I felt a cheeky smile wipe across the bands of my lips, presenting itself to Arra as “I’m a guy, what do you expect me to do when I see ta tas?”, she just smiled back apathetically, her eyes still trained themselves on me as she closed her locker door to, her hand only to slip away from the cool metal as she pulled her eyes away from mine and rested them on a bundle which laid on the bench she ad been sitting on. I allowed the smile to drop from my face, giving into the pain that was pinching in the corners of my mouth whilst Arra plucked the bundle of what looked like clothes off of the beach wood bench, her body only to turn on a swish action of her bare heel as she made her way toward the mouth of the shower. I lowered my head, knowing all to well that I was going to be here for a very long time whilst she tried to get herself ready, and as I shifted my head down toward my hands, I noticed the black garment that was resting there.
“Wait!”
I forced the garment into the air by the scruff of its neck, suffocating it within my large hand as my eyes flickered between both Arra and the black vest top. She had stopped just a mere few inches away from the shower room, her body twisted as she looks upon the top which I held up toward her.
“What do you want me to do with these?”
My eyes noted the vivacious glow which stung her thick, sultry lips, the erotic mystery and malicious smile that could kill any heart with one glance. Her eyes fluttered with a devilish persona as she flicked back her draping hair, her voice soon to burn into my ears as she spoke with an amused tone.
“S’your wrestling gear, Looker. I thought you’d want to change.”
With her final words attacking me, I directed my attention back toward the tank top which continued to hang limply in my hand. Wrestling gear? I washed over it smoothly, noting the plain black attire casually. From what I could see, the tank top itself looked around the right size, but, what about the black punk shorts and boots? Wait! How did she even know I’d come and meet her today? Unless she was sad enough to always carry around a set of clothes and boots which fitted me. Hmm, the stalker type I see. I looked up, mildly amused by the thought as I check to see if Arra had already left me, she hadn’t. As my eyes rested back on to the young Texan’s body, She had stripped further down to just her underwear, a bra and panty set that was laced and a vibrant red. Or was it crimson? Blah, s’all the same to me anyways. What I was more concerned about, most interested in was what her right hand was doing, slowly creeping to her back silently as she messed with the hooks just once, the bra only to snap free as she allowed it to fall to the ground just outside of the shower. Fucking hell. I couldn’t have done it quicker myself. She didn’t even bother to turn around to check to see if I was watching, she knew, and with one step, she walked into the shower room with nothing more than her panties to console her lower torso. Wait, there they go. She threw them from inside of the shower and allowed them to rest near her bra as I smiled to myself. Well Damien my good man, this might be a lot more interesting than you expected it to be. With that final thought, I bent down and gathered up my things and left to find the male locker rooms.
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“Whose the loser now?”
Her voice was like a disease that took your body by force, sending your shattered soul to the depths of hell with that one final stroke of your heart. Her vile Texan accent acted as nothing more than a further reason as to why I’m glad the north won the civil war. She sat upon my chest like a docile cat, her head tilted slightly to her left as her sneering eyes peered down from me with pure and utter arrogance. I was wrong about her, I’m not afraid to admit that, well, to myself anyways. She was different to most of the females I had encountered, and as my chest beat back and forth frantically, trying hard to catch the breath which trapped itself like a dagger in my throat, I brought my eyes down upon her and glared back at her, the same mocking smile I had flashed her back in the locker room all those moments ago as it made its grand appearance once more. She pulled herself back slightly, her hands scraping mercilessly across my chest as she jumped from upon me. She was an agile little thing, I hadn’t seen her come with most of her attacks, and when I thought I had gotten the best of her, she turned and bared her fangs like the good little kitty we all know and hate. I watched as her body leapt back away from mine, taking those few crucial inches away from the both of us as I allowed a small laugh to escape through my broken lips. I struggled to haul myself up properly, feeling the power of fatigue slowly set into my muscles and bones of my sleep deprived body. I grunted slightly as I found my feet once more, something which had been helped along by my left hand pushing the energy that I had left up from the mat in which I had seemed to have found myself laying down backward for the past twenty minutes. It didn’t take me long to find my balance, my eyes locking sternly with Arra’s as she stood still, her right hand resting on her hip as she teasingly pulled her left into the air and offered me a chance to take her. Well, she asked for it. With out much thought, and the sure idiot that I had become from being away from wrestling for so long, I charged at her, my arms out ready to spear her into the turnbuckle which was just a few inches behind her, that was, well, until I felt her arm connect with my throat, my body soon to twist violently as I felt my feet come away from the mat and land nose first into the friend I had seemed to have acquainted myself very well with by now. Good ol’ matty, never lets you down. I groaned in slight agony, suddenly having enough of training as I gently turned from off of my belly and onto my back, my hands resting over my eyes as I attempt to wipe away the perspiration that had seemed to have found a new home upon my reddened face. I slowly wipe my large hands down across my eyes and over my cheeks, allowing my eyes to meet with the image of my bully once more. Who the fuck was she? I mean, come on, surely I wasn’t that easy? She didn’t look tired at all. As my eyes washed over her body, I tried to note any exhaustion, just a little sign that could tell me I wasn’t that passed it. She was sweating and breathing a little deeply, I suppose that’s good enough. She looked down upon me once more, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in one swift movement. I swear, if she did that anymore today or left them there long enough, I’m sure she’d be attacked by the little gremlins that hid themselves in the shank space known as her head. I sighed heavily, quickly and sharp as though she herself had had enough.
“Damien!?”
Arra would turn her attention away from me as the innocent shriek bounded into sound, casting its voice into the bland arena carelessly. I watched in silence as the distracted Texan turned to see who the intruder was. Big mistake. With the chance offered to me on a large silver platter, I took the cheap shot I had been waiting for nearly an hour now, as I swiftly brought my right leg in, connecting it in just an instant with Arra’s as she toppled from upon her feet. She fell backward into the mat, landing without much of a sound as I scrambled to my knees and pounced on her before she could realize what was happening. As my body touched with hers and as I lay upon her waist, my legs wrapped around her like an anaconda and its prey, I pushed down on her arms mercilessly, making sure she was unable to move as I leaned my shaven head closer toward hers, my eyes only to pierce into her bewildered orbs cruelly as I spoke.
“You may be good, but you’re not great. Never turn your back!”
With my final words screaming at her, I loosen my hold around her wrists, my legs only to uncoil around from her petite body gently as I allow her to roll away from me without any problems.
“Damien?”
I pulled myself to my knees, allowing the material of the mat to chaff with my bare legs in a rather absent minded manner as I begin to slowly turn myself toward the direction from where the voice had come from. I already knew who it was and I knew why she was here. She had gotten bored of not being able to nag anyone, so in order to fill her time, guess who gets to be the lucky sod and take it whilst I’m at ‘work’? I sigh smoothly but silent enough so that only I knew I was doing it, I really didn’t have the energy to put up with her. My eyes almost immediately connected with Jessie’s as she sauntered lightly up toward the ring, her golden hair bouncing on her small shoulders, her eyes soft but stern all the same as no emotion dwelled upon her fine face. I’m in trouble. When she had managed to get to the commentator’s desk, I noticed that her attention wasn’t fully on me. No; it was on Arra. I turned just enough to see the Texan from the corner of my eye, her body hunched over the top ropes like an arrogant knight as she peered down at what I guess she saw as a ‘lesser specimen to the female race’. Her arms were crossed over loosely upon one another, her eyes glazed over into her own little world as she allowed a relaxed smile to form over her perspired face, whilst she let Jessie know that the ring was hers, and hers alone as she placed her right booted foot onto the bottom rope and tilted her head back, arrogant, but oh so sexy. I pulled away from Arra’s torso, resting my eyes back onto Jessie silently as I watched a smile form across her own lips toward Arra, before, quickly, releasing it and directing her attention toward me.
“What are you doing here?”
