Post by L. S. Hutchinson on Apr 26, 2012 14:47:59 GMT -5
I don’t know what’s better about my life, the fact that I’ve got a beautiful wife and four amazing kids ... or the fact that I’m steadily getting out of my “drought” and getting some wins under my belt. In case you didn’t know, I haven’t held a title or even won a match in months. Then like magic, it all came back. All the excitement, all the fun, all the skills. Now Turner sets up this tournament, probably just to make his ickle fwend Drake look good. Well here’s a newsflash, I DESERVE this. I deserve to defeat EVERYONE and go on to face Johnny Clash for the world heavyweight championship at Manhattan Massacre. I deserve it ... but I won’t get any of it if I just sit idley by and let guys like Rye Payne shit all over my career, claiming he’s better. Fuck him. I deserve that world title belt a LOT more than anybody else. I’ve worked my arse off for ages now and what do I have to show for it? NOTHING. No title belt in NYCCW. Not now. Not ever.
All that’s gonna change soon enough. I don’t care if I get knocked out by a well placed fist to the face, I don’t care if I bleed from places men should NEVER EVER bleed from, I don’t even care if you tear my mask straight from my head ... I’ll still keep coming back for more. For now though, I have to face the former world champion Raven, then go on to face either Drake Hunter or Laura Tavares ... then for the final fight, either Metallica Evans, Rye Payne, Chris Cable or my own tag team partner, Apostle Kried, if I even get that far. Speaking of Kried, I wonder how his moustache is coming along?
Raven, you’re the first ever female NYCCW world heavyweight champion. You changed people’s perspective of women’s wrestling. At least i NYCCW anyway. You created the road that would allow people like Metallica Evans to shine without having to face other women every week, revealing their bodies just to earn some good money. But as I recall ... you lost that world title to the man who transitioned from looking like an airedale terrier to a pornstar. No offence Rae ... but you’ve been off your game recently and when we step in the ring together, you’ll be old news. Old, attractive-but-lesbian-I-think and a FORMER world champion that will forever be known as “The one that didn’t try hard enough”. Rae ... when we step in the ring ... I’ll be your doom. *evil laugh* *chokes and laughs it off nervously*
Rae, you're going head to head with "The Brain Grenade" Stytch at Bright Lights. Better watch out, or thing might just go BOOM for you.
Kried ... I was gonna say a bunch of shit about you being my tag partner and a great wrestler and “the best man wins with no effect to our tag team” blah blah blah ... but I’m just gonna say this: #SteakAndEggs
So, back to reality, not my little fantasy of becoming wordl heavyweight champion. I forced to take my wife and her sister shopping today. Urgh. I hate fucking shopping. Why do women have to try on SO MANY clothes! Just pick something, pay for it and wear it. SIMPLES.
I was sat on a low bench type of object within one of the MANY stores my wife wants to shop at. Mary and Chloe were going to be on the cover of NYCCW magazine. They were supposed to be doing some sort of interview on what it’s like to be married and in a relationship with a pro wrestler. And interestig topic considering us wrestlers are mostly on the road. Lucky I still get time to be with my family. In case you didn’t know, Chloe’s in a relationship with my ex tag team partner. I introduced her to him and they just really hit it off. They’ve been together for ... what, like maybe nearly a year now? Yeah, something like that. Me and her BF still hang out and everything, we just decided not to team anymore. At least not for a long time anyway.
Chloe comes out of the changing rooms wearing a a white dress with bluey-grey flowers on it and a sort of high up black belt or something. I didn’t know what women calls them but Chloe actually looked really pretty. Not that I think she’s pretty ... I ... uh ... I’ll shut up about my wife’s sister now :L heh
Chloe: So ... what d’ you think?
Stytch: It’s fine, Chloe. You look good.
Mary peeks her head through the changing room curtain and gives me a stern look, I just smile, trying to look innocent. She just tuts and rolls her eyes before retracting her head from outside the curtain.
Chloe: Does this really look good?
Stytch: It’s fine, Chloe.
Chloe: Do you think it makes my butt look big?
Stytch: Yes.
Chloe: WHAT!
Stytch: I mean ... no? I think ... I don’t know what you want me to say.
Chloe: SAY I LOOK PRETTY!
I nervously reply, shaking a little. I’ve faced some of the toughest men in the world ... but jesus buggering christ, she scared the shit out of me.
Stytch: You ... you look pretty.
Chloe smiles, looking all innocent as she returns to her changing room and everybody else in the store looks at me.
I talk to myself in a high pitched voice, almost singing the last part of the word.
Stytch: ... embarrassing ...
I turn my head back around to see Mary standing in front of me wearing a nice dark purple cardigan over a black tank top with light blue jeans and what looked like new shoes. She usually just wore whatever was clean in the house ... but I guess she wanted to look good for her interview and I guess I would clean myself up a bit too if I was gonna be on the front page of a magazine. She just looks down at me and smiles.
Mary: What do you think? Too casual?
Stytch: ... wow
Mary: What?
Stytch: Nothing, it’s just ... you look beautiful in anything.
Mary: so I’d look good in ... oh ... let’s think ... a wrestling costume. Eh. Eh.
I just smile and scratch my bottom eyelid before replying.
Stytch: We’ve talked about this.
Mary: Yeah ... but ...
Stytch: No buts. Except for your later ... in bed ... with lube ... and -
Mary hits me to stop me talking about our sex life in public.
Mary: You better be quiet about what we do in the bedroom, otherwise it’ll be your butt later.
We laugh it off and stop acting like children.
Mary: Seriously, what do you think?
Stytch: Just as beautiful as the day I met you.
Mary: I’ll take that as a complement. Even though when you met me I was 13 years old, had wellies on and was covered in mud ...
She returns to her changing room to change back into her normal clothes and pay for the clothes. Chloe comes out moments later wearing her normal clothes even though she hadn’t chosen an outfit yet.
Chloe: Jordan ...
Stytch: Yeah?
Chloe: Has DeWayne mentioned anything about a ring?
Stytch: Sorry, I couldn’t tell ya. Me and D. haven’t hanged out in like months now. You should really tell him to call more often.
Chloe: Oh, okay.
Stytch: Wait a sec ... you think he’s gonna propose?
Chloe: No ...
Stytch: Then why-
Before I could answer, Chloe pulls out a box from her back pocket and shows me the ring. I suddenly realise what was going on. DeWayne wasn’t planning to propose. Chloe was planning on proposing to him. I kinda feel like this is a big mistake ... but I guess I just think the guy should propose, not the girl.
Chloe: I haven’t told Mary yet. I got it a week ago. Do you think I should do it?
Stytch: Do you love him?
Chloe nods.
Stytch: And you want to start a family with him?
Chloe nods and smiles.
Stytch: Then I’d say go for it. I hope he says yes.
Chloe: It’s a bit weird don’t you think?
Stytch: Eh. Remember how I asked Mary?
Chloe: Sure, pranked her, then asked her to marry you when she was angry. Was pretty funny and romantic. Except for the whole scaring the shit out of her part.
Stytch: Exactly. I did all that, all you gotta do is be the first to ask. Who knows, maybe he’s been thinking about marriage too.
Chloe: I hope so.
Chloe hugs me unexpectedly. I was overwhelmed at first but soon settled into the hug and let a smile build on my face.
Chloe: You’re the best.
Stytch: I know.
Chloe: Seriously, you’re awesome.
Stytch: Enough sucking up to me, go home and get down on your knee ... wait ... that sounded wrong ... or very very right? Hmmm ...
Chloe: You know I will
Chloe laughs off the joke as she begins to exit the store to go back to DeWayne’s beach house. She said just one thing before she went.
Chloe: Tell Mary I’ll buy my stuff another time, I’ve got something more important to do.
I turn back around to see Mary back in her normal clothes, a small black and grey jacket over a light blue long sleeved top, a pair of dark jeans and a pair of black boots and a white hairband that seperated her normal hair from her newly aquired side-parted fringe. Mary always had a pretty good style about her. Even around Halloween she always has the best outfit. Last year we went to a party as Deadpool and Harley Quinn. Best Marvel/DC crossover couple halloween costume ever. We ever won the contest of best couples costumes, hehe.
Mary: Where did Chloe go?
Stytch: She had some things to take care of. She said she’d shop for her stuff another time.
Mary: Eh. Well now I’ve got nothing to do all day. The kids are with my mum, so why don’t we go somewhere private and ... we’ll see who’s butt gets what later.
Stytch: Tempting offer. I’ll bring the “toys”?
Mary: I’ll get the lube ready.
I smile, now looking forward to a night of passion with my wife.
Random vicor: Get a room, you two. Only if you’re married.
Both of us: We are.
We just look at eachother and smile. I wrap my arms around her hips and she grabs my butt. We kiss as everything decends into darkness, finally ending with one last smile from both of us.
Mary, I love you.
*roll credits*
Producer: Me
Writer: Me
Characters: Me and DeWayne Phillips
*end credits*
Brain Grenade goes (BOOM!)
All that’s gonna change soon enough. I don’t care if I get knocked out by a well placed fist to the face, I don’t care if I bleed from places men should NEVER EVER bleed from, I don’t even care if you tear my mask straight from my head ... I’ll still keep coming back for more. For now though, I have to face the former world champion Raven, then go on to face either Drake Hunter or Laura Tavares ... then for the final fight, either Metallica Evans, Rye Payne, Chris Cable or my own tag team partner, Apostle Kried, if I even get that far. Speaking of Kried, I wonder how his moustache is coming along?
Raven, you’re the first ever female NYCCW world heavyweight champion. You changed people’s perspective of women’s wrestling. At least i NYCCW anyway. You created the road that would allow people like Metallica Evans to shine without having to face other women every week, revealing their bodies just to earn some good money. But as I recall ... you lost that world title to the man who transitioned from looking like an airedale terrier to a pornstar. No offence Rae ... but you’ve been off your game recently and when we step in the ring together, you’ll be old news. Old, attractive-but-lesbian-I-think and a FORMER world champion that will forever be known as “The one that didn’t try hard enough”. Rae ... when we step in the ring ... I’ll be your doom. *evil laugh* *chokes and laughs it off nervously*
Rae, you're going head to head with "The Brain Grenade" Stytch at Bright Lights. Better watch out, or thing might just go BOOM for you.
Kried ... I was gonna say a bunch of shit about you being my tag partner and a great wrestler and “the best man wins with no effect to our tag team” blah blah blah ... but I’m just gonna say this: #SteakAndEggs
So, back to reality, not my little fantasy of becoming wordl heavyweight champion. I forced to take my wife and her sister shopping today. Urgh. I hate fucking shopping. Why do women have to try on SO MANY clothes! Just pick something, pay for it and wear it. SIMPLES.
I was sat on a low bench type of object within one of the MANY stores my wife wants to shop at. Mary and Chloe were going to be on the cover of NYCCW magazine. They were supposed to be doing some sort of interview on what it’s like to be married and in a relationship with a pro wrestler. And interestig topic considering us wrestlers are mostly on the road. Lucky I still get time to be with my family. In case you didn’t know, Chloe’s in a relationship with my ex tag team partner. I introduced her to him and they just really hit it off. They’ve been together for ... what, like maybe nearly a year now? Yeah, something like that. Me and her BF still hang out and everything, we just decided not to team anymore. At least not for a long time anyway.
Chloe comes out of the changing rooms wearing a a white dress with bluey-grey flowers on it and a sort of high up black belt or something. I didn’t know what women calls them but Chloe actually looked really pretty. Not that I think she’s pretty ... I ... uh ... I’ll shut up about my wife’s sister now :L heh
Chloe: So ... what d’ you think?
Stytch: It’s fine, Chloe. You look good.
Mary peeks her head through the changing room curtain and gives me a stern look, I just smile, trying to look innocent. She just tuts and rolls her eyes before retracting her head from outside the curtain.
Chloe: Does this really look good?
Stytch: It’s fine, Chloe.
Chloe: Do you think it makes my butt look big?
Stytch: Yes.
Chloe: WHAT!
Stytch: I mean ... no? I think ... I don’t know what you want me to say.
Chloe: SAY I LOOK PRETTY!
I nervously reply, shaking a little. I’ve faced some of the toughest men in the world ... but jesus buggering christ, she scared the shit out of me.
Stytch: You ... you look pretty.
Chloe smiles, looking all innocent as she returns to her changing room and everybody else in the store looks at me.
I talk to myself in a high pitched voice, almost singing the last part of the word.
Stytch: ... embarrassing ...
I turn my head back around to see Mary standing in front of me wearing a nice dark purple cardigan over a black tank top with light blue jeans and what looked like new shoes. She usually just wore whatever was clean in the house ... but I guess she wanted to look good for her interview and I guess I would clean myself up a bit too if I was gonna be on the front page of a magazine. She just looks down at me and smiles.
Mary: What do you think? Too casual?
Stytch: ... wow
Mary: What?
Stytch: Nothing, it’s just ... you look beautiful in anything.
Mary: so I’d look good in ... oh ... let’s think ... a wrestling costume. Eh. Eh.
I just smile and scratch my bottom eyelid before replying.
Stytch: We’ve talked about this.
Mary: Yeah ... but ...
Stytch: No buts. Except for your later ... in bed ... with lube ... and -
Mary hits me to stop me talking about our sex life in public.
Mary: You better be quiet about what we do in the bedroom, otherwise it’ll be your butt later.
We laugh it off and stop acting like children.
Mary: Seriously, what do you think?
Stytch: Just as beautiful as the day I met you.
Mary: I’ll take that as a complement. Even though when you met me I was 13 years old, had wellies on and was covered in mud ...
She returns to her changing room to change back into her normal clothes and pay for the clothes. Chloe comes out moments later wearing her normal clothes even though she hadn’t chosen an outfit yet.
Chloe: Jordan ...
Stytch: Yeah?
Chloe: Has DeWayne mentioned anything about a ring?
Stytch: Sorry, I couldn’t tell ya. Me and D. haven’t hanged out in like months now. You should really tell him to call more often.
Chloe: Oh, okay.
Stytch: Wait a sec ... you think he’s gonna propose?
Chloe: No ...
Stytch: Then why-
Before I could answer, Chloe pulls out a box from her back pocket and shows me the ring. I suddenly realise what was going on. DeWayne wasn’t planning to propose. Chloe was planning on proposing to him. I kinda feel like this is a big mistake ... but I guess I just think the guy should propose, not the girl.
Chloe: I haven’t told Mary yet. I got it a week ago. Do you think I should do it?
Stytch: Do you love him?
Chloe nods.
Stytch: And you want to start a family with him?
Chloe nods and smiles.
Stytch: Then I’d say go for it. I hope he says yes.
Chloe: It’s a bit weird don’t you think?
Stytch: Eh. Remember how I asked Mary?
Chloe: Sure, pranked her, then asked her to marry you when she was angry. Was pretty funny and romantic. Except for the whole scaring the shit out of her part.
Stytch: Exactly. I did all that, all you gotta do is be the first to ask. Who knows, maybe he’s been thinking about marriage too.
Chloe: I hope so.
Chloe hugs me unexpectedly. I was overwhelmed at first but soon settled into the hug and let a smile build on my face.
Chloe: You’re the best.
Stytch: I know.
Chloe: Seriously, you’re awesome.
Stytch: Enough sucking up to me, go home and get down on your knee ... wait ... that sounded wrong ... or very very right? Hmmm ...
Chloe: You know I will
Chloe laughs off the joke as she begins to exit the store to go back to DeWayne’s beach house. She said just one thing before she went.
Chloe: Tell Mary I’ll buy my stuff another time, I’ve got something more important to do.
I turn back around to see Mary back in her normal clothes, a small black and grey jacket over a light blue long sleeved top, a pair of dark jeans and a pair of black boots and a white hairband that seperated her normal hair from her newly aquired side-parted fringe. Mary always had a pretty good style about her. Even around Halloween she always has the best outfit. Last year we went to a party as Deadpool and Harley Quinn. Best Marvel/DC crossover couple halloween costume ever. We ever won the contest of best couples costumes, hehe.
Mary: Where did Chloe go?
Stytch: She had some things to take care of. She said she’d shop for her stuff another time.
Mary: Eh. Well now I’ve got nothing to do all day. The kids are with my mum, so why don’t we go somewhere private and ... we’ll see who’s butt gets what later.
Stytch: Tempting offer. I’ll bring the “toys”?
Mary: I’ll get the lube ready.
I smile, now looking forward to a night of passion with my wife.
Random vicor: Get a room, you two. Only if you’re married.
Both of us: We are.
We just look at eachother and smile. I wrap my arms around her hips and she grabs my butt. We kiss as everything decends into darkness, finally ending with one last smile from both of us.
Mary, I love you.
*roll credits*
Producer: Me
Writer: Me
Characters: Me and DeWayne Phillips
*end credits*
Brain Grenade goes (BOOM!)
