Post by MasterEvil on Oct 29, 2019 23:43:15 GMT
 ❤ = = I AM PERFECTION = = ❤ Today we are inside the bathroom of a gigantic mansion. Why are we here? Because there is a blonde, wrapped in only a towel that barely cover over her nipples and her womanhood but not much more, using a hairbrush on her lengthy locks. The muscles on her legs and arms can be seen as she begins to talk to the reflection of her mirror, a mirror big enough to reflect her entire body. > K ♥ J <This is so lush. Sure losing my folks totally suck like, real bad. But a big ass inheritance, a big ass manor and even a butler to keep everything clean and prepare food for me. Life is so perfect for me. Well…that was until finding out what my very first match will be. Sure the idea of becoming a champion in my first match, especially when the title is ever so coolly named, but what the heck is my damn opponent. A ‘Country Bumpkin’…a freaking ‘Country Bumpkin’! Aren’t those people either murderous farmers, cross-breeding cow fuckers or really hairy men who’ve never heard of a shave, let alone a shower. Oh god I have to grapple with him…and he could end up getting his filthy hands on me. EWWWWW!!!) The cocky sounding woman couldn’t help but accompany her loud squeal with a shudder before shaking her head. > K ♥ J <No, I need to calm down. This is just a test. Yes, a very important test, the kind of test that all people need to pass before they can join the upper echelon known as champions. Not just any champion but also both the first ever Wildcat Champion and Bluegrass Championship Wrestling’s very first champion. That test is to go into one’s zone of supreme discomfort and stand tall in pure excellence…and I am damn sure that there is literally nobody that can physically exemplify excellence better than me. Hell, what a better time to go through such a test than Halloween itself…since I’ve got to go through my fear of the absolute filthy to win gold in my very first match. I’m still offended though at this Bumpkin I’m literally being forced to have my debut against. However I can’t afford to be too judging, since I damn well refuse to lose my first match - and MY Wildcat Championship - to such a disgusting individual! For, filthy or not, this country boy is over a foot taller than me and way over a hundred pounds heavier than me. He may be an inbred with a lack of a properly functioning brain but so was Lennie Small and he easily broke the neck of Curley’s Wife. Hell he might even try to crush me with his gorilla like arms or, god forbid, try to bleeding kiss me with his pig kissing lips. EWWWWW!!!) Again the thought of something she deems filthy causes the luscious blonde to loudly squeal out again. Maybe she truly is uncomfortable with dirt? Either yes or no she shakes her head before putting down the brush. > K ♥ J <No, I need to calm down. There is no way I am going to let some backwards farmhand kiss me, hell no! And I ain’t no damn wimpy housewife…I am goddamn KJ Dae and I am the perfect specimen! Who bleeding cares if he is bigger or heavier, if people go to an actual encyclopedia and look up the word ‘perfection’ they’d find a picture of me while they’d find a picture of him if you were to look up ‘hopeless’. What? Do I sound mean? Look at me. No, look at those who’ve succeeded at life. Do you think any of them would’ve been so great if they actually gave a damn about what other people think? Hell no! So why should I care if I hurt this Jethro Bixby’s feelings or not? Either way, I’m the one taking the Wildcat Championship home with me. I do get it though. This mug is bigger than me…but why should I let that bother me? The bigger they are the harder they fall after all. What about him being almost double my weight? What about it? I can deadlift three times my weight without a damn problem. His weight means nothing, his size means nothing and if someone applies the midas touch to my mind then they can buy a country while they’d struggle to afford a can of coke if they did the same to Jethro’s mind. So if he plans on ‘living off the fatta' the lan’ at my expense then that dimwit has another thing coming. Add in the fact that I can literally use anything around and they might as well hand me the belt this Halloween.) KJ Dae confidently declared before tilting her head a bit, causing her reflection to look directly at us with an egotistically smirk upon her face. > K ♥ J <What? You think you can stop me, Jethro Bixby? Heh…you’ll never be better than perfection.) Condescendingly leaves KJ’s lips before she laughs rather irritatingly as she unwraps the towel from her body and throw it behind her, not only landing on us but also turning everything we see into blackness. ▲ . . . ▲ . . . ▲ TAGGED ● this is a test |