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Jun 21, 2021 18:35:56 GMT -5
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Post by Miss Michelle on Jun 21, 2021 18:35:56 GMT -5
"Really, Paul? Ugh! What the fuck?"
Michelle is heard yelling as the scene opens up in the bedroom of her San Diego home. She is shown standing next to her bed, pillow in hand as she swings the pillow and collides with a lump in the bed.
"How fucking dare you?!"
She shrieked as the lump moved, becoming uncovered and showing Paul Montuori, hair in disarray and bare chested in the middle of the bed.
"What did I do now?"
He said as he sat up in the bed, her comfy comforter and infinite amount of pillows surrounding him in a sea of plush, fluffy, comfortable heaven. He stretched his arms up into the air above his head.
"Nice bed. This shit is comfy.."
"Yeah, no shit Asshole. Why are you in it?"
She stood with her hands on her hips next to the bed, awaiting what ever stupid ass answer he was going to give. She was obviously and clearly not happy. She woke up on the damn floor, nothing under her but her clothing and a pillow and he had the nerve to be in her bed.
"You got fucked up at those doods house.. I was a nice guy and drove you home."
"That doesn't explain what you are doing in my bed! Or why I woke up on the floor!"
Paul chuckles to himself.
"I gave you a pillow and a jacket to cover up with.."
He laughed out loud to himself again and she was done with him. She took the pillow she was still holding and whacked him in the face with it again before walking away from the bed.
"What? I was tired of carrying your ass in a social setting all night and I needed to sleep too!"
"OH fuck you, Paul. You could have gone home."
"Yeah but.."
He allowed his body to fall back, the bed and pillows damn near absorbing his body as he did.
"This bed is more comfy than mine. I thought about putting you in it, but then I sat down on it and it almost swallowed me."
She snapped her head back towards him.
"Its a king size bed, Paul!!"
He looks around at the bed.
"Bullshit! Its barely a twin size with all these damn pillows. No way in hell there's room for two people, besides.. I don't want B thinking I slept with his broad, do I look stupid?"
She walked into the attached bathroom and turned the shower on. She raised her voice over the running water.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
She reaches under the bathroom sink and pulls out a couple of freshly laundered and folded, crisp white towels. She sets the towels on the counter and turns around to get ready for her shower, instead she finds Paul standing there, ass naked. She screams and closes her eyes.
"GAHDAMMIT P!! What the actual fuck? Why are you naked?"
"Uh, didn't you turn the shower on for me?"
"No! Do I look like your mother?"
She said as she snatched a towel from the counter and chucked it at him in one fluid motion, the towel falling to the floor next to him as he made no attempt to catch it. He looks down at the towel and shrugs his shoulders.
"Nah, I actually thought you were being a good friend for a minute, then I remembered ain't shit ever good about you."
"OH fuck off."
The words came out of her mouth seemingly by themselves as she shook her head at him.
"You always act like you can't fucking stand me, but that" She pointed at the Monty Python, standing proudly. "proves that you actually like me a whole lot friend."
He looked down and then back up before brushing past her and putting one foot in the shower.
"Dont flatter yourself, this happens every morning."
He stepped fully into the shower, slinging the curtain closed as he did. He popped his head out.
"Can I have some privacy? Damn.."
"Damn it! You better clean up after yourself."
She walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom in time to hear a vibrating sound. Confused, she cocked her head slightly as she listened while casually looking for where the sound was coming from. She walked across the room and over near the bed and the sound was buzzing a little louder. She knelt down and grabbed Paul's pants and pulled his phone from his pocket, and it was still vibrating.
"I guess you better clean up too!" He yelled from the bathroom.
"Real funny dick head, its your phone."
She yelled back at home while looking at the screen of his IPHONE, to see an incoming call from someone named Nicole.
"Its some whore named Nicole.."
"OH shit!!"
The water shut off abruptly and PMont came rushing out of the bathroom, dripping wet and almost busted his ass on the hardwood floor. He grabbed his clothes and let me tell you, it was fucking hilarious watching him try to put his clothes on while his body was still wet.
"Madison! I forgot about her again! FUCK!"
She was crying she was laughing so hard.
"Nicoles the babysitter?"
He nods frantically, trying to get his shit together.
"I told you, P. There's a reason neither one of us should have kids.."
"Yeah, yeah. Gotta go!"
He rushed from the bedroom as she just sat there laughing at him while the scene faded out for now. Michelle sat there, shaking her head and laughing as the scene fade out for now.
A little while later..
The scene reopens inside the backseat of a moving vehicle. Michelle is seen sitting with her legs crossed, looking out the window. She is very casually dressed in black one piece, leather romper that hugged her curves in all the right ways and a pair of white Nike Air forces on her feet. Her long blonde hair pulled up high into a ponytail on her head, with the curls flowing down her shoulders.
After glancing through her phone for a moment, she sighs and leans back against the seat.
" Outlaw Pro Wrestling really seems to be the talk of the town lately, and who can blame them? I mean, isn't that what people do when someone is failing? Instead of helping out or being supportive, everyone wants to watch the ship sink. "
She shrugs her shoulders.
" Under normal circumstances, I agree with watching a loser suffer.. but this time I'm lumped in with these losers. I'm sitting on the bench with every other person on the roster, watching this ship enter uncharted water, and wondering, what's next? Whats happening?
I tried my best to save this company from all of this. I was minding my own business, being a trophy wife and living my best life a year ago when I answered Joe Monturis phone call. In hindsight, I really should have let it go to voicemail.
Anyways, I answered the call. He said he had a new gig in life, he was producing for HBO and had a wrestling promotion that some small town hick named Roger Wright and that dumb son of a bitch Johnny Stylez were running. Imagine my surprise because I didn't know Johnny was capable of running anything but his big ass mouth.
Johnny Stylez running a successful wrestling company makes about as much sense as giving that dumb, dollar store version of me, Blair Buchanan the Southern Heavyweight Championship.
I mean, is there anybody, who is willing to say, out-loud and in public, that Johnny Stylez is good at anything besides snorting coke and leeching off of other people's success?
Throw that together with a useless country boy from the sticks, who actually thought he could turn a ho into a housewife, and its no wonder this place was falling apart. And also no wonder that Joe would reach out to yours truly to come in and fix this shit.
Now, I have fixed and repaired a lot of businesses in my life. Usually everything I touch doubles in value. But it seemed that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, this place was going down harder and faster than Candice and Vincent's marriage.
I tried. I tried a lot harder than I should have for you ungrateful morons. I tried to change and fix things. I tried to show you all that there were bigger and better things we could have accomplished together. I gave you damn near all I had.. and what did you do?
After I was so good to you, you gave me the worst possible person and expected me to make it work. This is exactly what the fuck you get. This is what you jackasses deserve.
When people tell you that Kal is the worst Wolf, they ain't lying. Kal is literally the epitome of dumbfucks - perhaps that's why you all like him so much.
She takes a deep breath and looks out the window.
" Speaking of no one's friend, Kal, he had this whole stupid idea to make a dumb bet that I couldn't beat Tommy Kain. "
She rolls her eyes, dramatically.
" The guy who drives the big, run down, STD bus that takes up six parking spots at shows. The guy who sits in the backstage area, smelling like a petting zoo and looking like a damn refugee, drinking his Zima and eating his bologna sandwiches. The loser who sits and talks to a damn Goat for hours on end. "
A look of, are you kidding?, crossing her face as she just shakes her head.
" I'm not even that worried about stepping in the ring with TK. I mean, yeah, I gotta worry about catching fleas and mad goat disease, but I'm not worried about losing to Tommy Kain. He can tell us how dangerous he is in that ring, but until he proves it, I don't believe it.
Tommy Kain can't even stand on his own two feet. He's always riding on someone else. First it was that dumb French bastard Pierre, then I witnessed first hand him touching Goats red rocket and now he's riding shotgun in Paul's loser mobile.
God, Paul is so fucking annoying too. I bet Paul drives TK and Goat around in one of those stupid, loud ass, piece of shit Hondas - nah, probably one of those annoying ass bouncy cars. Anything to try and get a girl to look their way.. Why can't he just drive a Mouseratti like his brother?
Why should I believe that the outcome of this match will be anything other than victory for me? Tommy Kain is an absolute bonehead when it comes to being in the presence of a woman. I mean, we all saw what happened a while back when he tried to hit on Madison Ivy. Not only did he look like a blubbering dumbass, but he got shot down! I don't know about anyone else but I didn't know that Madison turned anybody down.
And then, there was that time he stepped into the ring with Blairs bitch ass and got his ass handed to him. Yeah, he couldn't even beat Blair.. what a shame, what a shame.
He also got his ass beat by Tyler Knowles. I know Tyler isn't technically a woman but I mean, he might as well be.
My point is, when it comes down to it, Tommy Kain ain't shit. I said it at the show last week, I'm saying it now and I will say it again when I'm standing face to face with him.
Hey Tommy. I had been meaning to congratulate you on becoming Co-Southern Champion. Just kidding, no I hadn't. But do you notice how when people talk about you, they call you CO champ? Funny how they don't say that when in reference to PMONT.
That, my friend, is how you tell the difference of who is better than who. That's how we know, who needs who. And that is how we know, you will always be.. just ok."
She smirked as the car came to a stop in front of a large building and the scene faded away.
Michelle is heard yelling as the scene opens up in the bedroom of her San Diego home. She is shown standing next to her bed, pillow in hand as she swings the pillow and collides with a lump in the bed.
"How fucking dare you?!"
She shrieked as the lump moved, becoming uncovered and showing Paul Montuori, hair in disarray and bare chested in the middle of the bed.
"What did I do now?"
He said as he sat up in the bed, her comfy comforter and infinite amount of pillows surrounding him in a sea of plush, fluffy, comfortable heaven. He stretched his arms up into the air above his head.
"Nice bed. This shit is comfy.."
"Yeah, no shit Asshole. Why are you in it?"
She stood with her hands on her hips next to the bed, awaiting what ever stupid ass answer he was going to give. She was obviously and clearly not happy. She woke up on the damn floor, nothing under her but her clothing and a pillow and he had the nerve to be in her bed.
"You got fucked up at those doods house.. I was a nice guy and drove you home."
"That doesn't explain what you are doing in my bed! Or why I woke up on the floor!"
Paul chuckles to himself.
"I gave you a pillow and a jacket to cover up with.."
He laughed out loud to himself again and she was done with him. She took the pillow she was still holding and whacked him in the face with it again before walking away from the bed.
"What? I was tired of carrying your ass in a social setting all night and I needed to sleep too!"
"OH fuck you, Paul. You could have gone home."
"Yeah but.."
He allowed his body to fall back, the bed and pillows damn near absorbing his body as he did.
"This bed is more comfy than mine. I thought about putting you in it, but then I sat down on it and it almost swallowed me."
She snapped her head back towards him.
"Its a king size bed, Paul!!"
He looks around at the bed.
"Bullshit! Its barely a twin size with all these damn pillows. No way in hell there's room for two people, besides.. I don't want B thinking I slept with his broad, do I look stupid?"
She walked into the attached bathroom and turned the shower on. She raised her voice over the running water.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
She reaches under the bathroom sink and pulls out a couple of freshly laundered and folded, crisp white towels. She sets the towels on the counter and turns around to get ready for her shower, instead she finds Paul standing there, ass naked. She screams and closes her eyes.
"GAHDAMMIT P!! What the actual fuck? Why are you naked?"
"Uh, didn't you turn the shower on for me?"
"No! Do I look like your mother?"
She said as she snatched a towel from the counter and chucked it at him in one fluid motion, the towel falling to the floor next to him as he made no attempt to catch it. He looks down at the towel and shrugs his shoulders.
"Nah, I actually thought you were being a good friend for a minute, then I remembered ain't shit ever good about you."
"OH fuck off."
The words came out of her mouth seemingly by themselves as she shook her head at him.
"You always act like you can't fucking stand me, but that" She pointed at the Monty Python, standing proudly. "proves that you actually like me a whole lot friend."
He looked down and then back up before brushing past her and putting one foot in the shower.
"Dont flatter yourself, this happens every morning."
He stepped fully into the shower, slinging the curtain closed as he did. He popped his head out.
"Can I have some privacy? Damn.."
"Damn it! You better clean up after yourself."
She walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom in time to hear a vibrating sound. Confused, she cocked her head slightly as she listened while casually looking for where the sound was coming from. She walked across the room and over near the bed and the sound was buzzing a little louder. She knelt down and grabbed Paul's pants and pulled his phone from his pocket, and it was still vibrating.
"I guess you better clean up too!" He yelled from the bathroom.
"Real funny dick head, its your phone."
She yelled back at home while looking at the screen of his IPHONE, to see an incoming call from someone named Nicole.
"Its some whore named Nicole.."
"OH shit!!"
The water shut off abruptly and PMont came rushing out of the bathroom, dripping wet and almost busted his ass on the hardwood floor. He grabbed his clothes and let me tell you, it was fucking hilarious watching him try to put his clothes on while his body was still wet.
"Madison! I forgot about her again! FUCK!"
She was crying she was laughing so hard.
"Nicoles the babysitter?"
He nods frantically, trying to get his shit together.
"I told you, P. There's a reason neither one of us should have kids.."
"Yeah, yeah. Gotta go!"
He rushed from the bedroom as she just sat there laughing at him while the scene faded out for now. Michelle sat there, shaking her head and laughing as the scene fade out for now.
A little while later..
The scene reopens inside the backseat of a moving vehicle. Michelle is seen sitting with her legs crossed, looking out the window. She is very casually dressed in black one piece, leather romper that hugged her curves in all the right ways and a pair of white Nike Air forces on her feet. Her long blonde hair pulled up high into a ponytail on her head, with the curls flowing down her shoulders.
After glancing through her phone for a moment, she sighs and leans back against the seat.
" Outlaw Pro Wrestling really seems to be the talk of the town lately, and who can blame them? I mean, isn't that what people do when someone is failing? Instead of helping out or being supportive, everyone wants to watch the ship sink. "
She shrugs her shoulders.
" Under normal circumstances, I agree with watching a loser suffer.. but this time I'm lumped in with these losers. I'm sitting on the bench with every other person on the roster, watching this ship enter uncharted water, and wondering, what's next? Whats happening?
I tried my best to save this company from all of this. I was minding my own business, being a trophy wife and living my best life a year ago when I answered Joe Monturis phone call. In hindsight, I really should have let it go to voicemail.
Anyways, I answered the call. He said he had a new gig in life, he was producing for HBO and had a wrestling promotion that some small town hick named Roger Wright and that dumb son of a bitch Johnny Stylez were running. Imagine my surprise because I didn't know Johnny was capable of running anything but his big ass mouth.
Johnny Stylez running a successful wrestling company makes about as much sense as giving that dumb, dollar store version of me, Blair Buchanan the Southern Heavyweight Championship.
I mean, is there anybody, who is willing to say, out-loud and in public, that Johnny Stylez is good at anything besides snorting coke and leeching off of other people's success?
I didn't think so.
Throw that together with a useless country boy from the sticks, who actually thought he could turn a ho into a housewife, and its no wonder this place was falling apart. And also no wonder that Joe would reach out to yours truly to come in and fix this shit.
Now, I have fixed and repaired a lot of businesses in my life. Usually everything I touch doubles in value. But it seemed that no matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, this place was going down harder and faster than Candice and Vincent's marriage.
I tried. I tried a lot harder than I should have for you ungrateful morons. I tried to change and fix things. I tried to show you all that there were bigger and better things we could have accomplished together. I gave you damn near all I had.. and what did you do?
You gave me Kal.
After I was so good to you, you gave me the worst possible person and expected me to make it work. This is exactly what the fuck you get. This is what you jackasses deserve.
When people tell you that Kal is the worst Wolf, they ain't lying. Kal is literally the epitome of dumbfucks - perhaps that's why you all like him so much.
Whatever floats your boat, I guess.
She takes a deep breath and looks out the window.
" Speaking of no one's friend, Kal, he had this whole stupid idea to make a dumb bet that I couldn't beat Tommy Kain. "
She rolls her eyes, dramatically.
" The guy who drives the big, run down, STD bus that takes up six parking spots at shows. The guy who sits in the backstage area, smelling like a petting zoo and looking like a damn refugee, drinking his Zima and eating his bologna sandwiches. The loser who sits and talks to a damn Goat for hours on end. "
A look of, are you kidding?, crossing her face as she just shakes her head.
" I'm not even that worried about stepping in the ring with TK. I mean, yeah, I gotta worry about catching fleas and mad goat disease, but I'm not worried about losing to Tommy Kain. He can tell us how dangerous he is in that ring, but until he proves it, I don't believe it.
Tommy Kain can't even stand on his own two feet. He's always riding on someone else. First it was that dumb French bastard Pierre, then I witnessed first hand him touching Goats red rocket and now he's riding shotgun in Paul's loser mobile.
God, Paul is so fucking annoying too. I bet Paul drives TK and Goat around in one of those stupid, loud ass, piece of shit Hondas - nah, probably one of those annoying ass bouncy cars. Anything to try and get a girl to look their way.. Why can't he just drive a Mouseratti like his brother?
Why should I believe that the outcome of this match will be anything other than victory for me? Tommy Kain is an absolute bonehead when it comes to being in the presence of a woman. I mean, we all saw what happened a while back when he tried to hit on Madison Ivy. Not only did he look like a blubbering dumbass, but he got shot down! I don't know about anyone else but I didn't know that Madison turned anybody down.
And then, there was that time he stepped into the ring with Blairs bitch ass and got his ass handed to him. Yeah, he couldn't even beat Blair.. what a shame, what a shame.
He also got his ass beat by Tyler Knowles. I know Tyler isn't technically a woman but I mean, he might as well be.
My point is, when it comes down to it, Tommy Kain ain't shit. I said it at the show last week, I'm saying it now and I will say it again when I'm standing face to face with him.
Hey Tommy. I had been meaning to congratulate you on becoming Co-Southern Champion. Just kidding, no I hadn't. But do you notice how when people talk about you, they call you CO champ? Funny how they don't say that when in reference to PMONT.
That, my friend, is how you tell the difference of who is better than who. That's how we know, who needs who. And that is how we know, you will always be.. just ok."
She smirked as the car came to a stop in front of a large building and the scene faded away.