United States Champion(1x)
Underground Champion (1x)
24/7 Hardcore Champion (x4)
Tag Team Champion(1x)
I’ll wait for some mixed reactions and a chorus of boos, due to my choice of examples.
OK, moving on. My championship has also been held by some little piss ants such Nathan Kaye….OK, nobody really cares about Nathan Kaye. Little piss ants like Jay Gold and Donovan Kayl. Yes, I called them piss ants because Gold wore the badge of the underdog and he rode that for his entire career, milking it for every thing it was worth. As for Kayl, he won’t rise past mid card level, which is apparent due to how many times he’s bashed his head against that proverbial glass ceiling. I’m surprised he’s not a vegetable due to the abuse to his mental well being.
I am sure my choice of words hasn’t really got any of MY fans jumping out their seats, or cheering my name. I am sure my merchandise isn’t flying off of the shelves like it was a few weeks ago, Blake, but sometimes going against what’s popular brings out the truth, and more times than not, the truth hurts, Blake.
And the truth is Blake, that you’re getting at shot at MY championship. Not because you’ve earned it, because since we are discussing truth, I am going to be honest and tell you what you should already know and that is that you haven’t earned a damned thing.
You’ve talked a very good game, but your in ring game hasn’t done anything for you, other than that you’re a shit talker. You can produce a pretty good mediocre promo, but in the ring you are nothing close to mediocre.
You want to stake claim to being a future World Champion, but in all seriousness, you can’t even hold water. You are already making a rookie mistake. You surrounded yourself in hype that, so far, you haven’t been able to live up to. I am sure you’ll listen to this and self doubt will start to rise and I’ll tell you why. The truth hurts, remember?
And here’s more truth, Blake. I am giving you a shot at MY championship, mainly to amuse myself. You talk a good game, but in the end of it all, I believe you’re afraid of your own shadow. You couldn’t win the tag team championship, something I did and I held them longer than any other former tag champion. You won’t be able to take MY United States Championship. You won’t become a World Champion in the near nor distant future. You must’ve been raised to believe that one day you’ll be a God of sorts, but I will make sure you quickly learn that you won’t and it will become a fact that you will truly piss you off and you will cry, pray to a God you believe in and ask why?
Because you’re last name isn’t Exeter or Starr or Cherry.
You see, I earned one world title shot and I barely lost. It was a match of the year candidate, something you will more than likely never see…but anyways. And what happened after that? I go back to mid card level and I defend the tag team titles and then I see a glimpse of light and I win the United States Championship, a stepping stone to the World title. Winning the US title normally makes the holder the true number one contender, but not in this day and age apparently. You see, Blake, right now the Adrenaline Championship has become more important the Underground and United States titles combined. Hell, it’s even more important than the World title and I’ll tell you why.
Because the SCW loves boring people. That is why Jake Starr is now the face of the SCW. He is boring as whale piss. I’d rather floss with barbed wire on a daily basis than have to listen to him speak. It is nerve racking, but you see Blake, that is the future of the SCW. It won’t be you. It isn’t me.
I got one World title shot, Blake…ONE!!! I went undefeated for three months straight, if not longer and what did I get? Stuck in a bullshit feud with Josh Hudson and Justin Davis over the tag titles and my Underground Championship. I know it wasn’t because I was dying out, but I decided to play ball and I gave into the sounds I started to hear.
The cheers from the crowd, chanting my name.
And things went well for awhile. I got my main events in. Two to be exact and next thing I know, I fell down the ladder. Who got the next world title shot? CHBK! Are you serious? That was exactly what I thought. I didn’t know what to think. I mean, CHBK is twice my age and I am faster and better than he is. I’ve proven that. I pinned him, even ending his undefeated streak at Apocalypse.
I was replaced by CHBK. Here I was being heralded as the future, as a main event player and one world title match, where I lost, then I am no more.
And you see, Blake, that is my point. There is no future. You have to be a consistently boring person to become a main event performer. I was an exception, but apparently I was TOO exciting for the main event level. I mean, I could be like Shawn Winters and take my jail bait girlfriend to prom or something. Yeah, that’s great to watch huh? Yeah, total snooze fest, Blake. But hey, take a tip from Shawn, it may boost your career, Blake. Or do what Damian Angel does, attack people with lead pipes, before joining up with the current champion…yeah it does wonders!
Maybe I do sound bitter, Blake, but I’ll stick with the truth and remain honest, by saying yes I do sound bitter, because I am.
I told you I was giving you a shot at MY championship, to amuse myself. I am doing this to test a theory. Blake, you probably won’t ever get another shot at the United States Championship, because you can’t even beat Brandon Davis…um…because you suck plain and simple. The powers that be want you to become a broken record and they want you to drown out your opponents, before they even consider you for a title match…
But I am doing this because I want to give you hope, Blake. Hope that maybe one day you can break through and become a world champion. Hope that won’t do you a bit of good, but hope nonetheless. Hell, instead of waiting for CHBK to announce who I’ll face, I believe I should go out and pick wrestlers who will never amount to anything in this business and give them their fifteen minutes of fame, because that’s all I got.
A one night, one time deal basically.
And that’s what I am going to give you. It is a gift, from me to you.
Christmas has come early.
Ho, ho, ho…
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Asher Hayes sat in his hotel room, smirking. It was the night of his big victory, coming off of a win over his ex girlfriend, Rachel Foxx. He was living it up. He felt like he had removed a huge weight off of his shoulders, ridding himself of a burden that should’ve been dealt with a long time ago. He was happy for the first time in awhile. It was like he was high, but not a high he had gotten from pills or the sweet brown nectar Rachel turned him onto. No, Asher Hayes was high off of life.
And a cross joint…
The future of joint smoking…
He was blazing up with a girl he had met at a bar, shortly after he left the arena. He won his match and bailed. There was no point in him being there anymore. He didn’t want to stick around for another James Exeter versus Jake Starr bore fest. It wasn’t like he was going to get a World title match or anything of that nature. He wasn’t even defending his United States Championship. He beat Rachel, punted Alex Jr. into oblivion and broke Rachel into a million pieces, just as she did his heart.
Dumb bitch deserved it…
At least that’s what Asher thought…
The girl took her two tokes, before passing the joint to Asher. He took into between his fingertips and smirked a little bit, as the image of slamming Rachel down as hard as he could to the mat entered his mind. The girl spoke, breaking his concentration. Her name was Tiffany.
Tiffany-Why are you smiling?
Asher-Nothing like feeling on top of the world.
Tiffany-Well, this is some pretty kick ass weed, you know? But something else has you feeling that way. I can tell.
Asher-Can you?
Tiffany-Oh yeah. So what is it?
Asher took his two hits, then passed it back to Tiffany, before responding.
Asher-There is nothing quite like getting a monkey off of your back, especially if that monkey is a woman you wanted to marry, only for her to turn her back on you, only because you decided to stop doing drugs…drugs that you only started taking just to get closer to her.
Tiffany-Oh wow…
Asher-Yeah…it’s the little things…
Tiffany just looked at Asher, smirking a little bit herself, before biting her bottom lip, which Asher noticed. She had been doing that since they met at the bar. He knew she was aching for some dick and that excited Asher a tad little bit. She stood up and Asher watched her ass as it jiggled and shook with each step she took. She had long, silky brown hair and tan skin, with green eyes. She wore a skimpy black dress, that was low cut in the front, showing off some fantastic cleavage, which Asher didn’t mind at all.
Tiffany turned to Asher, smirking still, before slowly and seductively undoing her dress and letting it drop to the floor, revealing that she was wearing absolutely nothing but some black high heels. Asher studied her body and thought to himself, that Tiffany happened to be one of the most beautiful women he had seen in a long, long time. He liked the fact that her tits were real and that her vagina didn’t look fixed, and that it actually had some hair on it, which all of those things were pluses in Asher’s book.
Asher-Very, very interesting Tiffany…
Tiffany-Do you like what you see?
Asher finished off the joint Tiffany passed him before taking her clothes off. He put the remains in an ashtray that rested on a coffee table in front of him. He then looked up at her, looking her up and down, studying every inch and every curve of perfection and imperfection before responding.
Asher-I love what I see…
Tiffany started to slowly walk towards Asher, before climbing on top of him, kissing him and biting his bottom lip. Asher gripped her ass, squeezing it as hard as he could, enough to hurt her a little bit, but still enough to tease her and pleasure her. They continued to kiss, hard, and Tiffany began to remove Asher’s shirt, but he stopped her. He grabbed her wrists, and pulled them over her head, before wrapping his lips around her nipple and he nibbled on them a bit and she moaned in pain and ecstasy.
Asher removed his lips from her nipple, then in a quick movement spun her around, placing her on her hands and knees, on the couch, facing the window. She went to turn around but Asher grabbed her head rather violently and forced to face the window.
Asher-Don’t turn around. You do as I say…Got it?
Tiffany nodded. Asher then slowly slid down his pants and placed himself inside of Tiffany. She moaned, and Asher started to move back and forth, in and out, of her, causing Tiffany to moan even more, before Asher spoke, breaking her concentration.
Asher-Open the window…
Tiffany did as she was told, while Asher continued to ram himself inside of her, getting violent with each thrust. Tiffany liked it, but it started to hurt more and more. Asher knew it hurt her and that is exactly what he wanted.
Asher-Across the street is my bitch of an ex girlfriend. She got a room close to mine. The entire time you and I have been in here, she has been watching through her window. She probably thinks I haven’t noticed, but that’s what she gets for thinking, you know?
Asher grabbed Tiffany’s hair, pulling her back a little bit. He pulled it so hard that she could feel it coming out of the root, as he continued to thrust harder and harder and tears of pain began to fall, while moans of pleasure echoed in Asher’s ears, as he continued.
Asher-She tries to hide the fact that she isn’t jealous of me, but in truth, Tiffany, she is a horrible lying cunt. I know she hates it. She got mad because I was talking to her sister and I probably could’ve fucked her sister just as I am fucking you right now, but I didn’t, because I cared about her. You see…that’s something I have learned Tiffany…there is no point in trying anymore, there is no point in caring about anyone or anything, because it all comes back on you, shitting all over everything you have done and fought for…
Asher leaned closer and began to whisper in her ear.
Asher-No one will ever love you Tiffany. You are nothing but a whore, who wanted attention, who wanted to know what it was like to fuck a big name celebrity. I could smell that from a mile away.
Tiffany-But…
Asher-No…Tiffany…don’t lie. I am just being honest, wasting my breath, telling you everything you already know to be true, because I am an honest person Tiffany. This won’t mean shit to me, not because I think of you as a piece of ass, but because I know this is all you wanted…dick being stuffed in your vagina…luckily I wore a condom, because there’s no telling if anything is crawling around up there…
Tiffany went to speak, but Asher pulled out of her and spun her around to see her tear covered face. She looked up at him about to speak, but Asher wiped sweat and tears off of her face, removing the condom from his dick. She went to speak again, but he cut her off once more.
Asher-Aww…look at you, Tiffany. You look thirsty. I got something that you can swallow…
Tiffany started to cry as her head was forced down and her mouth was forced around Asher, while Asher leaned back and unleashed a load of himself, of the truth he carried inside of him…
Asher-The truth shall set you free, Tiffany…it set Rachel free…she realized she was nothing more than a moron…an Emo, dying for attention, doing anything she could to get it…a spoiled brat looking for a meal ticket, looking for someone to give her anything and everything she wanted…she realized the truth was that I was so much more than she was or ever could be…she realized that I will forever be better than her…
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So this is the beginning, Blake. I hope you noticed that I am speaking from the heart and not just pulling something out of my ass, because I love the sound of my own voice. No, I am not like Jake Starr. That is just not my style. I have a lot of points to cover and I make sure I get to them. So Blake, this is the beginning, but there is more, trust me. You need to be enlightened and I am going to try and help you, by giving you a beating like no other, both verbally and physically. You don’t have to thank me now. I don’t except it now or at any other time, but later on down the road, when you are still barely making it in the mid card, jobbing to everyone like some sort of stepping stone and spouting the same bullshit like you are now, then you can thank me…because like I said…these are your fifteen minutes of fame…and that’s all you get…
Ashes to Ashes…
Dust to Dust…
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Asher showed Tiffany the door and she left sobbing, while Asher stood at the door, chuckling a bit to himself, failing miserably at hiding it. After she left, he made his way over to the couch and sat down. He looked at the bag of weed he had, picked it up and proceeded to stomp it into the ground. It wasn’t weed. It didn’t even get him high. Tiffany was nothing more than a liar, and he wanted to prove that. It wasn’t even low grade…it was just crap. He shook his head at her ignorance before standing up and turning to face the window. He looked at up the window across the street from his and he noticed a pair of eyes…eyes that were very familiar to him and Asher smirked, before slowly lifting up his left arm and extending his middle finger. He then waved, while the window across from his was covered behind the curtain. Asher then draped himself across his couch, placed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
