Post by MasterEvil on Jun 20, 2012 16:34:57 GMT
Scene One: Our First, Sober, Kiss
Time: 00:12 PM 10th Sunday June 2012
ARGH fucking sunburns! They sting so fucking much!!! Ah! Fucking whiplash as well, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep comfortably tonight…at least we managed to get back to the tent in the ‘Gold Camp.’ There are somewhere around nine campsites at Donington Park and the Gold Camp was not only the nearest to the arena but also right next to the race track…it is clearly intended for family campers but luckily I managed to trick the security into believing that we were a family expecting a baby in three months. But what is going on at Donington Park that would cause me to trick security? Well today is the second day of the Download Rock Festival, the tenth under its Download name and thirty-two years old overall, and overall the entire day was awesome.
Chris Jericho’s Fozzy performed brilliantly on the Second (Zippo Encore) Stage at quarter to noon, even though they only had a forty minute set. Saw the end of Saxon, the only band to be at the very first Monsters of Rock (Download’s original name) back in nineteen-eighty that is still going today, on the Main (Jim Marshall) Stage and they were alright for a dinosaur band. Black Veil Brides did let me down though…the shame was that if they chose to actually play their music instead of calling the majority of the crowd ‘bullies’ they might proven their haters wrong. Trivium was definitely fun to listen and dance to, especially when I took part in one of at least ten mosh pits during one of their songs. Steel Panther was hilarious, but that’s what is expected from a band that makes a song about fucking seventeen women in a row. Tenacious D was quite a big letdown though, we were looking forward to seeing Jack Black perform but they ended up playing their newest ‘Rize of the Fenix’ album without a lot of movement…went back to the second stage to see Skindred and they were different in an epic way that actually convinced me to buy their ‘Union Black’ album. For the forty minutes we saw them Killswitch Engage were good, even though Jesse wasn’t good at the ‘End of Heartache’ start as Howard was. But I made sure we got near the front row for Metallica as they performed their infamous ‘Black Album’ in reverse order…admittedly that performance was the reason for the whiplash my neck is suffer, but the show was worth every once of pain.
The reason I mentioned ‘we’ instead of ‘I’ was because I didn’t come alone to this three day event of pure awesomeness. I brought Yashira with me, since I thought she could enjoy the experience and, if you discount the ridiculous amount of mud we had to walk through to get to the campsite, I think my cute announcer has enjoyed the time as much as I did. Is it weird to think that Miss Maran makes the Download twenty-twelve shirt look adorable? Anyway we took off our hyper muddy trainers - the same trainers we’re bound to be wearing in the airport on the trip back to America about this festival is over - and crawled into the tent, I was the gentleman in letting her enter first. As soon as we entered the tent I thought it was a good time to lay down and get some sleep for the Sunday list, involving the iconic Black Sabbath, but moments after I sat down on the floor of this tent Yashira spoke up. “Are you going to sleep okay Jericho?”
I smiled softly at how much she seem to care about my ability to sleep well during the night “don’t worry about me Yashira. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger so this sunburn is nothing to worry about…” While I said my words I took my top off, revealing my heavily sunburnt arms and neck, and just when I was about to finish my words she leaned towards me and poked my right shoulder. “Ouch! No need to…” she then prodded my forearm “ow! What the fuc…” the young announcer then patted the back of my neck “aie! Fine, you can use the damn suntan lotion on me…just stop attacking my burns.”
“Good Jericho,” the young lady replied with a mischievous grin, obviously this naughty girl planned on using my burns as a method against me. Maybe some payback should be in order…but not tonight, tonight I treasure a nice sleep. What the hell? Why is Yashira leaning across my lap? We had accidental sex six days ago and now she’s laying herself across my knee!?! Isn’t this a bit too soon? Erm…er…what would my trainer do in this kind of situation? Ah, I remember! My left hand rested on Yashira’s lower back and pressed her down before letting my right hand give her butt three hard smacks “ow! Ek! Owie! I’m sorry for hurting you Jericho!!!” Wait…I thought she wanted this…wait a second…wasn’t my mentor obsessed with his wife’s arse? Shit…I instantly moved both my hands away and as Sapphire got up onto her knees I could see that she was sniffling lightly. “I’m sorry…Jericho…here’s the…lotion…” she sniffled while holding out the suntan lotion, oh yeah now I remember she normally puts the lotion on my side of the tent…shit…what a prick mistake I made.
“No Yassy,” I spoke out and grabbed the young lady before holding her against myself, letting her sniffle against my chest “I’m sorry for misunderstanding the situation. I forgot you were going for the lotion…I actually thought you wanted me to spank you…” I muttered out my last line while blushing, little did I know Yashira was blushing heavily from it.
“Why is that…” she tried to say without blushing even more, but like all the times before, she failed quite badly “do you like spanking girls?” She blushed even more from that question and I felt more heat coming from my face “I’ll take that as uncertain,” she whispered out before smiling lightly “but I’ve already forgiven you Jericho. Thank you for cuddling me,” her cheerful voice managed to remove some of my blush and she looked into my eyes before speaking out some more “now what about I add some lotion to your skin and then we can sleep?” I simply nodded, let go off her and instantly my beautiful announcer put a bit of lotion on my right arm before beginning to rub this substance all over my arm “can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, ask away,” I answered softly since while she’s doing this I have nout else to do but answer questions.
“If I end up pregnant…would you leave me to look after the child by myself?”
“Pardon!?!” blurted out of my mouth in response to her question, I thought she would ask something childish like ‘why is it so muddy?’ but I never expected that question. Yashira simply repeated her question, to answer my question, as she shortly finished rubbing the lotion onto my right arm. While I silently thought of how to say an answer, since that question did catch me off guard, the pretty Asian slightly leaned across my lap again but this time to reach my left arm. My right hand instinctively rubbed her butt when she began to rub in the lotion, it makes sense to comfort what I hurt doesn’t it? Or maybe its just a fatherly instinct that I haven’t lost. As we rubbed I finally decided to answer her question “even if you end up pregnant…I won’t ever leave you Yassy, you are cute and I think that its utterly wrong to leave a pretty girl like you to raise a child alone.”
After saying my words we both finished our rubbings and Yashira moved so she was sitting on my lap, yet her face was blushing “first you smack and then you rub…are you sure that you don’t like spanking girls?” I blush at this question and she simply giggled this time, only been together six days and we haven’t even been on what people call a ‘date’ but already she‘s making assumptions about me. “I trust you Jericho, I know you didn’t do it for any sexual purpose…now stay still so I can get your neck, or else I might end up accidentally strangling you.” After saying those words my announcer grinned lightly and started by rubbing some lotion onto my left shoulder…I would be lying if I said that this didn’t sting yet her ever so sweet smile seem to be worth this pain. But the way she said ‘accidentally’ as got me worried…if we become a full-time couple, what the hell does she have planned for me? I felt her hands softly moving back and forth on the back of my neck and weirdly, even with the whiplash, I found those hands to be quite comfortable. I was silent throughout this, even when she rubbed the lotion onto my extra burnt right shoulder, is Yashira using this as an excuse to feel my back and arms? “Are you okay Jericho?”
I blinked wildly once I heard that question, like a lamb who heard a car horn for the very first time my mind was snapped back to what was going on. I saw a concerned look in my announcer’s seemingly innocent eyes as she was sitting gently on my lap and I just simply nodded once before lightly messing up her hair with my right hand “I’m fine, just a little tired that’s all.” I spoke reassuringly with a faint smile “are you done with the lotion yet Nurse Yassy?”
“Nearly,” barely escaped her giggling lips, seems she like the ‘Nurse Yassy’ comment very much “just the front to go.” And with those words Yashira began to rub the lotion onto the front of nec…wait, why is she starting on my chest? Admittedly her hands feel quite wonderful as they rub my chest in an upward direction but my burn is on the neck, not the chest. Ah man, I should have hired her as a massager since this actually feels quite good. Ah, now she moves her heavenly fingers to my neck…those finger must be magical or something since this actually feel quite fucking good. Unfortunately it wasn’t long before her rubbing came to its end but instead of pulling away Miss Maran rested her hands on my chest as we looked into each other’s eyes.I don’t know how many seconds has passed but I could see the gentle, yet potentially passionate, tranquillity in her eyes. A few more quiet moments has passed and we both finally moved…but not away…instead we moved closer and closer until our lips were in stroking distance from each other, a feel more silent moments passed us by and my left hand uncontrollably rested softly against the Japanese girl’s right breast while the right unnoticeably got itself down Yashira pants until it got a faint grip on her left hip. I felt my announcer’s right hand running through my hair and her left softly gripped my back yet I didn’t mind, neither did she mind where my hands moved. We were so close yet too far but we ended that when both our lips tenderly pressed themselves against each other. This kiss felt wonder, enlightening and magnificent…almost like someone breathing warm exotic air into my stone cold heart. Our grips tightened on each other as time seem to be one thing we both have pushed aside. I don’t give a shit how much time as passed for both of us weren’t letting go of each other, as if fearing the other would leave after this kiss. Eventually our lips departed from each other as our grips also loosened, yet didn’t let go of what they were holding onto. “Our first, sober, kiss…” Yashira softly, and almost breathlessly, spoke out moments after our lips moved away from each other.
“Our first indeed,” moments after those three words escaped my lips we both kissed each other once more, yet it was not as long as the first. “And that was the second…” my comment made us both smile quite cheerfully, which happens to not be common for me these days, but after a couple of seconds a slight yawn escaped my announcer’s lips “maybe its time for us to sleep.”
She simply nodded and we both shared one final kiss before we both said the words “good night” to each other. I chose to let Yassy sleep on me since she felt very soft and it seemed that she was comfortable on me, even though it could also be because we still haven’t let go of each other. After a few brief moments of watching this Japanese beauty sleep, my eyes gave way and finally I get some sleep.
Scene Two: Animosity Or Adrenaline I Don’t Give A Damn
Time: 4:22 PM 13th Wednesday June 2012
TBS: One great show, one great match…yet I remain the one whose screwed…
Those words escape my lips moments after Yashira so kindly pressed the record button on the camera in front of me. We are just inside my locker room and both my arms are still showing signs of the sunburns obtained at Donington Park. I admit we haven’t been back in the US for twenty-four hours but I guess its better to be early than late.
TBS: November, defeated the returning Jaxson Baxter and I dropped to the pre-show has a reward. January February time, had the guts to issue a challenge to Sophie and what happened? I got ditched as soon as possible while the likes of Jaxson Baxter and the returning Leiga Cariosus, who by the way was the worst investment ever made in WEW history, got instant title shots without a slightest contendership match. Two odd weeks ago, defeated then Universal Champion Vantage fair and square in the middle of the ring…what happened? A little girl low-blowed my deserved Television Title shot away from me. Three times out of three I’ve been dropped or screwed over, hell, I still can’t win in my homeland of England in three separate attempts. A while ago I blamed the company for these errors, quite openly I admit…but the moment I saw Serenity’s arm, the same arm she low-blowed me with, got raised in victory it all clicked like a simple light switch. Everything has been all my fault…
The moment I finished my words I gave out a deep chuckle, my accent heavily segmented into it, as I rolled my head in a clockwise direction. During this rotation the sunburn around my neck was revealed to the camera lens, it already seen my arms so what’s the point in covering up my scars?
TBS: When I joined WEW, on the last day of October, I was a walking tragedy mourning over the events that happened four years ago. I was so busy in finding someone to care about me and help me fit in that I was easily knocked out in the Universal Championship Ladder match. I should have bounced back from that defeat yet instead I blundered up in the WEW Thanksgiving Battle Royale and whined about the lack of match relevance in the winner’s promo. I should have stood up and taken Burnout by storm when dropped but instead I complained and lost almost half of my matches there…I should have just attacked Oliveira like thug instead of being a gentleman, yet I chose to be nice and got “angled” out of Sophie’s short-term future. And then Legacy…why did WEW agree to name their biggest event after an event another company - that the likes of Sayge Jemson, Giselle Stratton and even fucking Alakai Burke all originally worked for - has? I still don’t understand but back to what I was saying…I had the TV Title shot won; all I needed to do was pin Purgatory but then I got my shot taken away, from below the belt, by one Serenity…that three second count awoke the realisation of a lifetime, why the fuck did I try to be the squeaky-clean baby face?
I spoke out my words truthfully and calmly, even though my neck still possess slight whiplash from Metallic’s “Sad But True.” My beautiful announcer’s expression could possibly express her approval towards this possible change in demeanour…yet, at this moment, I was more focused on delivering my promo than feeling her wonderful lips softly against mine.
TBS: Why have I cared so much about whom I faced? What I’ve been denied of? And what obstacles have been placed in my way? Don’t worry, I’m not turning heel, but I’ve utterly given up in caring for the wellbeing of my enemies…be them giants, be them midgets, be them one, be them a thousand…I don’t fucking care about any of them, all they are now are just hurdles that I’ll plough down…beginning on this Adrenaline Supershow against the unfortunate Chase McMahon.
Finally I speak of my of my opponent…Chase McMahon, not a very impressive sounding person if I say so myself but then again, I’ve never won a contendership match so my thoughts would most likely mean absolutely nothing to anyone higher-up. All I can do for now is continue my promo and hope my future could be a tiny bit brighter after the draft is over.
TBS: If you’re watching this Chase then let me express how lucky and unlucky you are…you’re lucky to be the grandson of Vince McMahon for you’ll easily afford the medical service needed to help you recover from the slaughter you’re unlucky enough to get off me. I simply don’t give a shit if you think yourself as better than everyone else in WEW but I’ll deliver one sentence to you in advance…I’m going to take all you got - the money, the fancy clothing, the charming looks, the hookers you probably sleep with after each match and the entire McMahon legacy - and I’ll crush all of it into oblivion right in front of your eyes. Truth be told, the only thing I know about you Chase is your last name’s history…yet do I care? Fuck no I don’t anymore, I don’t need to know who the hell you are to make you suffer the longest five minutes of your life. I don’t hold anything against you and I don’t care if you hold something against me, for this has absolutely nothing to do with my feelings towards you or any stupid motherfucker who agrees to face me from now onwards.
It feels a bit weird…I haven’t said stuff like this in a promo before and yet, it all feels completely natural. The words felt fluent as they eject themselves from my English born lips, even when I added profanity to my sentences.
TBS: Be they be from Animosity or Adrenaline I don’t give a damn, I’m an outcast who will take and break anybody who wants to fight me. Chase, on this Friday you’re just going to be the first of many that I made broken. I am belong your league and you are nothing but miles below me, I main evented two fucking pay-per-views while you probably paid to watch those them both. I’ve beaten Chance Rugani, in a tag match, and Vantage on two separate occasions while the highest profiled thing you could possibly have beaten was a potty. So overall I’m better than you in profile and skill, feel free to try to prove me wrong on Friday because it could end up being your only shot to beat someone like me. See you on Friday Chase…beat me if you, suffer you shall…I’m The New Las Plagas Broken Saint, Break Me! I Don’t Care…
It was only moments after I said my very line that Yashira pressed the stop button on the camera. After she walked past it and sat next to me on this bench before snuggling softly into my side. My instant reaction was for my arm to embrace this Asian beauty close to me.
TBS: I’m sorry for what happened before Legacy…
Sapphire: You’ve said that many times now Jericho.
She giggled lightly after saying those words, her giggle is so cute and sweet…it actually caused me to hold her closer and tighter against me. I was quite surprised to feel Yashira kiss my cheek softly in return but instead of blushing I grinned lightly.
TBS: Maybe I should stop apologising for it then…
Sapphire: Yes you should Jericho.
She instantly replied to my words while smiling sweetly. This elected my free hand to mess her hair up, knowing that this would cause her to giggle once again.
Sapphire: I want an ice-cream.
TBS: Fine, lets get you an ice-cream then…
Sapphire: And it must have sprinkles, lots and lots of sprinkles on it…and maybe a cherry as well…
TBS: Er-hem, because I banged you it doesn’t mean that I’ve become your waiter.
My firm, yet equally affectionate, response brought even more giggles out of the lips of my personal ring announcer…her giggling is so adorable at times. As soon as she calmed down we both stood up and exited the locker room before exiting the arena to find the nearest ice-cream parlour, leaving the camera behind to be picked up by any backstage crewmember that happen to be looking for a missing camera.
Time: 00:12 PM 10th Sunday June 2012
ARGH fucking sunburns! They sting so fucking much!!! Ah! Fucking whiplash as well, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep comfortably tonight…at least we managed to get back to the tent in the ‘Gold Camp.’ There are somewhere around nine campsites at Donington Park and the Gold Camp was not only the nearest to the arena but also right next to the race track…it is clearly intended for family campers but luckily I managed to trick the security into believing that we were a family expecting a baby in three months. But what is going on at Donington Park that would cause me to trick security? Well today is the second day of the Download Rock Festival, the tenth under its Download name and thirty-two years old overall, and overall the entire day was awesome.
Chris Jericho’s Fozzy performed brilliantly on the Second (Zippo Encore) Stage at quarter to noon, even though they only had a forty minute set. Saw the end of Saxon, the only band to be at the very first Monsters of Rock (Download’s original name) back in nineteen-eighty that is still going today, on the Main (Jim Marshall) Stage and they were alright for a dinosaur band. Black Veil Brides did let me down though…the shame was that if they chose to actually play their music instead of calling the majority of the crowd ‘bullies’ they might proven their haters wrong. Trivium was definitely fun to listen and dance to, especially when I took part in one of at least ten mosh pits during one of their songs. Steel Panther was hilarious, but that’s what is expected from a band that makes a song about fucking seventeen women in a row. Tenacious D was quite a big letdown though, we were looking forward to seeing Jack Black perform but they ended up playing their newest ‘Rize of the Fenix’ album without a lot of movement…went back to the second stage to see Skindred and they were different in an epic way that actually convinced me to buy their ‘Union Black’ album. For the forty minutes we saw them Killswitch Engage were good, even though Jesse wasn’t good at the ‘End of Heartache’ start as Howard was. But I made sure we got near the front row for Metallica as they performed their infamous ‘Black Album’ in reverse order…admittedly that performance was the reason for the whiplash my neck is suffer, but the show was worth every once of pain.
The reason I mentioned ‘we’ instead of ‘I’ was because I didn’t come alone to this three day event of pure awesomeness. I brought Yashira with me, since I thought she could enjoy the experience and, if you discount the ridiculous amount of mud we had to walk through to get to the campsite, I think my cute announcer has enjoyed the time as much as I did. Is it weird to think that Miss Maran makes the Download twenty-twelve shirt look adorable? Anyway we took off our hyper muddy trainers - the same trainers we’re bound to be wearing in the airport on the trip back to America about this festival is over - and crawled into the tent, I was the gentleman in letting her enter first. As soon as we entered the tent I thought it was a good time to lay down and get some sleep for the Sunday list, involving the iconic Black Sabbath, but moments after I sat down on the floor of this tent Yashira spoke up. “Are you going to sleep okay Jericho?”
I smiled softly at how much she seem to care about my ability to sleep well during the night “don’t worry about me Yashira. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger so this sunburn is nothing to worry about…” While I said my words I took my top off, revealing my heavily sunburnt arms and neck, and just when I was about to finish my words she leaned towards me and poked my right shoulder. “Ouch! No need to…” she then prodded my forearm “ow! What the fuc…” the young announcer then patted the back of my neck “aie! Fine, you can use the damn suntan lotion on me…just stop attacking my burns.”
“Good Jericho,” the young lady replied with a mischievous grin, obviously this naughty girl planned on using my burns as a method against me. Maybe some payback should be in order…but not tonight, tonight I treasure a nice sleep. What the hell? Why is Yashira leaning across my lap? We had accidental sex six days ago and now she’s laying herself across my knee!?! Isn’t this a bit too soon? Erm…er…what would my trainer do in this kind of situation? Ah, I remember! My left hand rested on Yashira’s lower back and pressed her down before letting my right hand give her butt three hard smacks “ow! Ek! Owie! I’m sorry for hurting you Jericho!!!” Wait…I thought she wanted this…wait a second…wasn’t my mentor obsessed with his wife’s arse? Shit…I instantly moved both my hands away and as Sapphire got up onto her knees I could see that she was sniffling lightly. “I’m sorry…Jericho…here’s the…lotion…” she sniffled while holding out the suntan lotion, oh yeah now I remember she normally puts the lotion on my side of the tent…shit…what a prick mistake I made.
“No Yassy,” I spoke out and grabbed the young lady before holding her against myself, letting her sniffle against my chest “I’m sorry for misunderstanding the situation. I forgot you were going for the lotion…I actually thought you wanted me to spank you…” I muttered out my last line while blushing, little did I know Yashira was blushing heavily from it.
“Why is that…” she tried to say without blushing even more, but like all the times before, she failed quite badly “do you like spanking girls?” She blushed even more from that question and I felt more heat coming from my face “I’ll take that as uncertain,” she whispered out before smiling lightly “but I’ve already forgiven you Jericho. Thank you for cuddling me,” her cheerful voice managed to remove some of my blush and she looked into my eyes before speaking out some more “now what about I add some lotion to your skin and then we can sleep?” I simply nodded, let go off her and instantly my beautiful announcer put a bit of lotion on my right arm before beginning to rub this substance all over my arm “can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, ask away,” I answered softly since while she’s doing this I have nout else to do but answer questions.
“If I end up pregnant…would you leave me to look after the child by myself?”
“Pardon!?!” blurted out of my mouth in response to her question, I thought she would ask something childish like ‘why is it so muddy?’ but I never expected that question. Yashira simply repeated her question, to answer my question, as she shortly finished rubbing the lotion onto my right arm. While I silently thought of how to say an answer, since that question did catch me off guard, the pretty Asian slightly leaned across my lap again but this time to reach my left arm. My right hand instinctively rubbed her butt when she began to rub in the lotion, it makes sense to comfort what I hurt doesn’t it? Or maybe its just a fatherly instinct that I haven’t lost. As we rubbed I finally decided to answer her question “even if you end up pregnant…I won’t ever leave you Yassy, you are cute and I think that its utterly wrong to leave a pretty girl like you to raise a child alone.”
After saying my words we both finished our rubbings and Yashira moved so she was sitting on my lap, yet her face was blushing “first you smack and then you rub…are you sure that you don’t like spanking girls?” I blush at this question and she simply giggled this time, only been together six days and we haven’t even been on what people call a ‘date’ but already she‘s making assumptions about me. “I trust you Jericho, I know you didn’t do it for any sexual purpose…now stay still so I can get your neck, or else I might end up accidentally strangling you.” After saying those words my announcer grinned lightly and started by rubbing some lotion onto my left shoulder…I would be lying if I said that this didn’t sting yet her ever so sweet smile seem to be worth this pain. But the way she said ‘accidentally’ as got me worried…if we become a full-time couple, what the hell does she have planned for me? I felt her hands softly moving back and forth on the back of my neck and weirdly, even with the whiplash, I found those hands to be quite comfortable. I was silent throughout this, even when she rubbed the lotion onto my extra burnt right shoulder, is Yashira using this as an excuse to feel my back and arms? “Are you okay Jericho?”
I blinked wildly once I heard that question, like a lamb who heard a car horn for the very first time my mind was snapped back to what was going on. I saw a concerned look in my announcer’s seemingly innocent eyes as she was sitting gently on my lap and I just simply nodded once before lightly messing up her hair with my right hand “I’m fine, just a little tired that’s all.” I spoke reassuringly with a faint smile “are you done with the lotion yet Nurse Yassy?”
“Nearly,” barely escaped her giggling lips, seems she like the ‘Nurse Yassy’ comment very much “just the front to go.” And with those words Yashira began to rub the lotion onto the front of nec…wait, why is she starting on my chest? Admittedly her hands feel quite wonderful as they rub my chest in an upward direction but my burn is on the neck, not the chest. Ah man, I should have hired her as a massager since this actually feels quite good. Ah, now she moves her heavenly fingers to my neck…those finger must be magical or something since this actually feel quite fucking good. Unfortunately it wasn’t long before her rubbing came to its end but instead of pulling away Miss Maran rested her hands on my chest as we looked into each other’s eyes.I don’t know how many seconds has passed but I could see the gentle, yet potentially passionate, tranquillity in her eyes. A few more quiet moments has passed and we both finally moved…but not away…instead we moved closer and closer until our lips were in stroking distance from each other, a feel more silent moments passed us by and my left hand uncontrollably rested softly against the Japanese girl’s right breast while the right unnoticeably got itself down Yashira pants until it got a faint grip on her left hip. I felt my announcer’s right hand running through my hair and her left softly gripped my back yet I didn’t mind, neither did she mind where my hands moved. We were so close yet too far but we ended that when both our lips tenderly pressed themselves against each other. This kiss felt wonder, enlightening and magnificent…almost like someone breathing warm exotic air into my stone cold heart. Our grips tightened on each other as time seem to be one thing we both have pushed aside. I don’t give a shit how much time as passed for both of us weren’t letting go of each other, as if fearing the other would leave after this kiss. Eventually our lips departed from each other as our grips also loosened, yet didn’t let go of what they were holding onto. “Our first, sober, kiss…” Yashira softly, and almost breathlessly, spoke out moments after our lips moved away from each other.
“Our first indeed,” moments after those three words escaped my lips we both kissed each other once more, yet it was not as long as the first. “And that was the second…” my comment made us both smile quite cheerfully, which happens to not be common for me these days, but after a couple of seconds a slight yawn escaped my announcer’s lips “maybe its time for us to sleep.”
She simply nodded and we both shared one final kiss before we both said the words “good night” to each other. I chose to let Yassy sleep on me since she felt very soft and it seemed that she was comfortable on me, even though it could also be because we still haven’t let go of each other. After a few brief moments of watching this Japanese beauty sleep, my eyes gave way and finally I get some sleep.
Scene Two: Animosity Or Adrenaline I Don’t Give A Damn
Time: 4:22 PM 13th Wednesday June 2012
TBS: One great show, one great match…yet I remain the one whose screwed…
Those words escape my lips moments after Yashira so kindly pressed the record button on the camera in front of me. We are just inside my locker room and both my arms are still showing signs of the sunburns obtained at Donington Park. I admit we haven’t been back in the US for twenty-four hours but I guess its better to be early than late.
TBS: November, defeated the returning Jaxson Baxter and I dropped to the pre-show has a reward. January February time, had the guts to issue a challenge to Sophie and what happened? I got ditched as soon as possible while the likes of Jaxson Baxter and the returning Leiga Cariosus, who by the way was the worst investment ever made in WEW history, got instant title shots without a slightest contendership match. Two odd weeks ago, defeated then Universal Champion Vantage fair and square in the middle of the ring…what happened? A little girl low-blowed my deserved Television Title shot away from me. Three times out of three I’ve been dropped or screwed over, hell, I still can’t win in my homeland of England in three separate attempts. A while ago I blamed the company for these errors, quite openly I admit…but the moment I saw Serenity’s arm, the same arm she low-blowed me with, got raised in victory it all clicked like a simple light switch. Everything has been all my fault…
The moment I finished my words I gave out a deep chuckle, my accent heavily segmented into it, as I rolled my head in a clockwise direction. During this rotation the sunburn around my neck was revealed to the camera lens, it already seen my arms so what’s the point in covering up my scars?
TBS: When I joined WEW, on the last day of October, I was a walking tragedy mourning over the events that happened four years ago. I was so busy in finding someone to care about me and help me fit in that I was easily knocked out in the Universal Championship Ladder match. I should have bounced back from that defeat yet instead I blundered up in the WEW Thanksgiving Battle Royale and whined about the lack of match relevance in the winner’s promo. I should have stood up and taken Burnout by storm when dropped but instead I complained and lost almost half of my matches there…I should have just attacked Oliveira like thug instead of being a gentleman, yet I chose to be nice and got “angled” out of Sophie’s short-term future. And then Legacy…why did WEW agree to name their biggest event after an event another company - that the likes of Sayge Jemson, Giselle Stratton and even fucking Alakai Burke all originally worked for - has? I still don’t understand but back to what I was saying…I had the TV Title shot won; all I needed to do was pin Purgatory but then I got my shot taken away, from below the belt, by one Serenity…that three second count awoke the realisation of a lifetime, why the fuck did I try to be the squeaky-clean baby face?
I spoke out my words truthfully and calmly, even though my neck still possess slight whiplash from Metallic’s “Sad But True.” My beautiful announcer’s expression could possibly express her approval towards this possible change in demeanour…yet, at this moment, I was more focused on delivering my promo than feeling her wonderful lips softly against mine.
TBS: Why have I cared so much about whom I faced? What I’ve been denied of? And what obstacles have been placed in my way? Don’t worry, I’m not turning heel, but I’ve utterly given up in caring for the wellbeing of my enemies…be them giants, be them midgets, be them one, be them a thousand…I don’t fucking care about any of them, all they are now are just hurdles that I’ll plough down…beginning on this Adrenaline Supershow against the unfortunate Chase McMahon.
Finally I speak of my of my opponent…Chase McMahon, not a very impressive sounding person if I say so myself but then again, I’ve never won a contendership match so my thoughts would most likely mean absolutely nothing to anyone higher-up. All I can do for now is continue my promo and hope my future could be a tiny bit brighter after the draft is over.
TBS: If you’re watching this Chase then let me express how lucky and unlucky you are…you’re lucky to be the grandson of Vince McMahon for you’ll easily afford the medical service needed to help you recover from the slaughter you’re unlucky enough to get off me. I simply don’t give a shit if you think yourself as better than everyone else in WEW but I’ll deliver one sentence to you in advance…I’m going to take all you got - the money, the fancy clothing, the charming looks, the hookers you probably sleep with after each match and the entire McMahon legacy - and I’ll crush all of it into oblivion right in front of your eyes. Truth be told, the only thing I know about you Chase is your last name’s history…yet do I care? Fuck no I don’t anymore, I don’t need to know who the hell you are to make you suffer the longest five minutes of your life. I don’t hold anything against you and I don’t care if you hold something against me, for this has absolutely nothing to do with my feelings towards you or any stupid motherfucker who agrees to face me from now onwards.
It feels a bit weird…I haven’t said stuff like this in a promo before and yet, it all feels completely natural. The words felt fluent as they eject themselves from my English born lips, even when I added profanity to my sentences.
TBS: Be they be from Animosity or Adrenaline I don’t give a damn, I’m an outcast who will take and break anybody who wants to fight me. Chase, on this Friday you’re just going to be the first of many that I made broken. I am belong your league and you are nothing but miles below me, I main evented two fucking pay-per-views while you probably paid to watch those them both. I’ve beaten Chance Rugani, in a tag match, and Vantage on two separate occasions while the highest profiled thing you could possibly have beaten was a potty. So overall I’m better than you in profile and skill, feel free to try to prove me wrong on Friday because it could end up being your only shot to beat someone like me. See you on Friday Chase…beat me if you, suffer you shall…I’m The New Las Plagas Broken Saint, Break Me! I Don’t Care…
It was only moments after I said my very line that Yashira pressed the stop button on the camera. After she walked past it and sat next to me on this bench before snuggling softly into my side. My instant reaction was for my arm to embrace this Asian beauty close to me.
TBS: I’m sorry for what happened before Legacy…
Sapphire: You’ve said that many times now Jericho.
She giggled lightly after saying those words, her giggle is so cute and sweet…it actually caused me to hold her closer and tighter against me. I was quite surprised to feel Yashira kiss my cheek softly in return but instead of blushing I grinned lightly.
TBS: Maybe I should stop apologising for it then…
Sapphire: Yes you should Jericho.
She instantly replied to my words while smiling sweetly. This elected my free hand to mess her hair up, knowing that this would cause her to giggle once again.
Sapphire: I want an ice-cream.
TBS: Fine, lets get you an ice-cream then…
Sapphire: And it must have sprinkles, lots and lots of sprinkles on it…and maybe a cherry as well…
TBS: Er-hem, because I banged you it doesn’t mean that I’ve become your waiter.
My firm, yet equally affectionate, response brought even more giggles out of the lips of my personal ring announcer…her giggling is so adorable at times. As soon as she calmed down we both stood up and exited the locker room before exiting the arena to find the nearest ice-cream parlour, leaving the camera behind to be picked up by any backstage crewmember that happen to be looking for a missing camera.