Post by Dangerous Dan on Mar 8, 2014 22:57:44 GMT -5
“Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.” ~Golda Meir
“Trust is a word that many people have a problem dealing with. Trust is that five letter word that people seem to have mixed emotions about. If you don’t have trust you can’t have a relationship. If you can’t trust your closest ally then you can’t trust your worst enemy. Trust is something that I find very hard to give to when it comes to partners like I have this Monday at Massacre. RM Strong and I have history together, as CWF was where the stones were set. RM, you aren’t a man to be taken so lightly, but you aren’t a partner to trust either. I normally trust people, but I definitely don’t trust you.”
“You, like me, have an agenda. We both want to annihilate everyone that comes into our path to get to the main event at Black Out 2. However, you and I want to rip one another’s heads off to become the first ever OCW Southern Champion. I don’t trust you RM Strong. I will probably never trust you. Had it not been for this lethal lottery, I probably wouldn’t even be associated with you. My chance to be Southern Champion lies in your fate as well as mine. If you don’t pull your weight throughout this lottery, then it costs me the Southern title. TRUST me Strong…if you cost me the Southern title, then I’m going to cost you more than you bargained for. Don’t cross me anytime throughout the tournament Strong. I definitely won’t mind sending you right back to the gutter where you crawled out from. You have up to three chances to prove me wrong Strong. After that, it’s you and I for the Southern title. Don’t piss me off Strong. You don’t want to mess with the best.”
“As for my opponents at Massacre, MJ Bell and Kenshin Takamura…you two are going to learn really fast what Dangerous Dan is capable of. Kenshin, you hold something that should belong to me. Noah, got lucky at Resurrection. If Gavin Reed hadn’t screwed me out of the match, then you and I would have faced off for the Internet title. Trust, me Kenshin…man, there’s that word again. As I was saying Kenshin, if Gavin hadn’t screwed me, then you and I would have come face-to-face for the Internet title. Believe you me Kenshin, the outcome would have been much more differently. You best be thanking the stars above, and Gavin Reed, that I didn’t win at Resurrection. I would have beaten you to a bloody pulp and left you lying in that ring wondering what could have been. I do give you your dues though Kenshin. You impressed me in your title match against Noah last week. You showed me that you are definitely one force to be reckoned with. You and I have a lot in common Kenshin. We are both champions. We are both forces to be reckoned with. We are both stars. However, Kenshin, you already hold one championship. The Internet title may be prestigious in OCW, but the Southern title means more to me than any title there is. I am from Tennessee and being the OCW Southern Champion means representing my home state. I have to win this Lethal Lottery, Kenshin. I WILL win Kenshin. I’m going to be the man that puts you down for the three counts just one week removed from your infamous title win. Don’t underestimate me, Kenshin. I may just be your downfall.”
“Now this brings me to MJ Bell. What a match you had at Resurrection. You were inches away from coming out the winner and facing Noah for the Internet title. Just think of it though MJ. Think of the type of match you and I could have had for the title. MJ Bell versus Dangerous Dan for the OCW Internet Championship! Now that’s a WrestleMania match right there. Oh, wait, there is no such thing as WrestleMania is there. Then there is our OCWMania right there. You and I are the two that will more than likely be taken for granted in this match. I know Kenshin is your boyfriend…well…boy and friend, but he’s not going to trust you completely to advance to the next round. Just as I’m sure you don’t trust him. Face it MJ, you probably should have teamed up with me to take on Kenshin and RM Strong. You and I definitely could outtake the KenStrong. Get it? Name play? Ha-ha. Anyhow…you and I will take the match to great extreme MJ. I’m excited to work with you MJ. I look forward to seeing exactly what you can bring to the table. Will it be enough? Or will it be the ENDD? Can you feel though? The ENDD is Near!
Fade…to…
“Depend upon yourself. Make your judgment trustworthy by trusting it. You can develop good judgment as you do the muscles of your body - by judicious, daily exercise. To be known as a man of sound judgment will be much in your favor.” ~Grantland Rice
Five Years Ago:
February 3, 2009
7:12PM
Her voice was as lovely as the sound of a Snow White singing to the animals surrounding her. I immediately fell in love just by listening to her talk. We spent months talking before doing anything physical. I wanted her. I yearned for her. I had to know the feeling of what she felt like, but did not want to come off as a chauvinist pig. I needed to feel deep inside her but I respected Kassy to much. The past six months have been great. I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship. However, I soon would find out that she wanted me in the same way I wanted her. We finally both felt the time was right. I took her back to what I told her was my cousin’s place. It was there that we got down to what we had waited six months for.
“Stick it in now.”
Kassy’s voice was full of urgent need.
I smelled her all around me, sweaty and hungry and so beautiful I could die. After tonight she’d be mine for real. She reached down between us, guiding the round, rubbery head as it nudged her opening. It felt weird. I pushed at her and I guess I missed, because it hit her too high and—
“Ouch! Shit, Dan that hurts. I think you’re doing it wrong.”
I stopped immediately as she grinned up at me. Holy crap, I loved that grin. I’d had the biggest crush on Kassy since we were freshmen, but she never noticed me, not until seven months ago.
“Sorry babe.”
I murmured; as I leaned down to kiss her. I could feel her soften immediately, loving the feel of her lips ghosting across mine. I adjusted myself and started again going slow and steady. I made sure not to miss. She stiffened as I stretched her open wide. I stared down at her gazing into her eyes. She stared back at me as I knew right then and there I’d never love anyone half so much as I loved Kassy.
“Ready?”
Kassy nodded. I shoved into her as she squealed, feeling the pain ripping between her legs. I kept her pinned with my hips as she gasped, shocked. Then I pulled out so Kassy could catch her breath. Before she could, though, I immediately began to thrust back into her.
“Holy shit, you’re tight!”
I pushed myself up on my hands, throwing my head back as I pumped into her body, over and over, eyes closed and face straining with hunger. I knew she didn’t know what to expect. I knew she want stupid. I knew it wouldn’t be perfect the first time, no matter what the romance books said. She had told me that id dint hurt her that much, but that it sure didn’t feel good either, either. I moved faster, and she turned her head on the couch to look across the small apartment. It was my cousin Michael’s. I managed to get the apartment for the night, as my place was being fumigated. I wanted to romance her earlier in the night, but the only thing available was some pizza and beer. Michael is an alcoholic among other things. I must have hit the wrong way as she yelled out in what must have been some kind of pain.
“Ouch!”
I paused, as my face twisted. I could feel that sensation beginning to reach the boiling point.
“Shit, I’m gonna come!”
I gasped as I thrusted deeper inside her, almost twitching. It was weird. And nothing like I’d seen in movies—not even a little bit.
“Oh, fuck that’s good.”
I screamed, as it was then the apartment door opened as I collapsed between Kassy’s legs, oblivious to the world. I couldn’t do anything but watch in horror as a man walked in. I could only see his figure in the shadow as the room was nothing but dark. The guy was really tall, and muscular in the way men who work with their hands get from heavy lifting on the job. He wore a black leather vest with patches over a ratty T-shirt and jeans that had streaks of dark motor oil or grease or something. A half rack of beer dangled from one hand. His hair was short and dark. Almost military. His lip was pierced and he wore two rings in his left ear and one in his right, like a pirate. Eyebrow was pierced, too. His features were bluntly handsome, but nobody would ever call him pretty. Big black boots covered his feet, and the chain from his wallet hung low across his hip. One of his arms had a full-sleeve tattoo. The other had a skull with crossed blades behind it. He stopped in the doorway and looked us over, slowly shaking his head. It was at that moment I realized who the man was. A tiny bit of fear settled into the pit of my stomach. It takes a lot to scare someone like me, but this guy is someone who I don’t want to have on my bad side. Bad things happen to those who cross him. The man spoke quietly.
“I told you what I’d do if you broke into my place again.”
I popped up as my face went white. I could feel my entire body—with one notable exception—stiffen. I felt that exception slither out of Kassy, along with some fluid, and realized we hadn’t even bothered to put a towel down or anything. Ewww, I thought to myself in a minor thought of reaction. But how was I supposed to know we’d need a towel? I responded with a tight squeak in my voice.
“Shit! Michael, I can explain...”
“Don’t fuckin’ explain!”
Michael pushed forward into the room, as he slammed the door shut behind him and walked over to the couch. Kassy tried to hide her head in my chest, more ashamed and embarrassed than I’d ever been in my life. Flowers…why didn’t I just get her flowers?
“Jesus Christ, what is she? Twelve?”
Michael asked, giving the couch a kick. It shuddered under me, as I sat up, pulling away from the warmth embrace of Kassy’s body. She shrieked and pushed her hands down between us, trying to cover herself from my cousin’s gaze.
“Shit. SHIT!”
I could hear Kassy mumbling. However, it then got worse. Michael looked right at Kassy as he leaned across her body, grabbing a folded blanket from the back of the couch. He tossed it over her crotch. I could hear Kassy moaning and how she must have died a little inside. Her legs were still spread wide, her skirt up high around her waist. I couldn’t help but get a little embarrassed myself as Michael had seen everything. Everything! This was supposed to be the most romantic night of my life and now I just wanted to go home and burrow into the comfort of my own bed. Michael approached me, as he got directly into my face. I definitely flinched a little.
“I’m taking’ a shower and by the time I’m done, you need to be gone. And stay the fuck outta my apartment.”
With that, he walked down the hall to the bathroom, banging the door shut. Seconds later I heard the shower come on. I jumped up and began shouting across the room.
“Asshole! He’s such a goddamn asshole!”
“Was that your cousin?”
“Yeah. He’s a prick.”
Kassy sat up and began to straighten her shirt. Luckily she hadn’t taken it off. I definitely loved to touch her breasts, but we’d actually moved pretty fast once we got started. Kassy managed to get to her feet, holding the blanket in front of her, as she pulled down her skirt. I, myself, began to gather up my clothes trying to place them on one by one. I glanced down and notice something that was terribly wrong. It was one of the worst feelings I had when I noticed the terror that was before me. I couldn’t help but to scream.
"Fuck! Holy fuck, I cannot fucking believe this!”
“What’s wrong?”
I responded with widen eyes.
“The condom broke…the fucking condom broke. This has got to be the worst night of my life. You better not be pregnant. I can’t handle that right now.”
The air froze in my lungs. Apparently things could get worse. I held the broken rubber out towards Kassy. I couldn’t help but to just stared down at the broken piece of rubber not quite believing my bad luck.
“Did you do it wrong?” Kassy whispered.
I shrugged, not answering her.
“It’s probably okay,” she said after another long pause. “I mean, my period just ended. You can’t get pregnant that soon after your period, right?”
I answered back knowing my face was flushing. I couldn’t help but to look away.
“Um, yeah, probably. I didn’t really pay attention to that shit in class. I mean, I always use a condom. Always. They never break, not even...”
I could tell Kassy’s breath was being caught. I could almost see hot tears welling up in her eyes. I hadn’t even realized my mistake.
“You told me you’d only done it once before.”
I winced.
“I’ve never done it with anyone I loved before.”
I dropped the broken rubber and grabbed for her hand. She tried to tug away. I could tell the mess on my fingers were grossing her out. I pulled her in tight and wrapped my arms around her feeling her cave as I did so.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”
I began rubbing her back as she snuffled against my shirt.
“It’ll be fine. We’re fine. And I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you. I was afraid you wouldn’t stick with me if you knew I’d been stupid before. I don’t care about any other girls and I never will. I just want to be with you.”
“Okay.”
I shouldn’t have lied, but at least I owned up to it. Mature couples worked through hard stuff all the time, right?
“Um, we should probably get out of here. Your cousin looked pretty pissed. I thought he gave you a key?”
“My aunt has an emergency key so I took it. He was supposed to be out of
town. Grab the pizza.”
“Should we leave some for your cousin?”
“Screw him. And he’s my step-cousin. We’re not even really related.”
I found my shoes and slipped them on, as Kassy grabbed her purse and the pizza.
“I don’t know where my underwear went."
Just then I heard the shower stop.
“We need to get out of here.”
I glanced over at the bathroom, then winked at Kassy, as I grabbed the half rack off the counter.
“C’mon!”
I took Kassy by the hand and pulled her toward the door.
“You’re stealing his beer? Seriously?”
“Fuck him,” I responded narrowing my eyes at her. “He’s a total dick, thinks he’s better than everyone else. Him and his stupid fucking motorcycle club. They’re all assholes and criminals, and he is, too. Probably stole it in the first place. And he can buy more anytime he wants, not like us. We’ll take it to Kimberly’s. Her parents are in Mexico.”
We jogged down the apartment complex stairs, then crossed the parking lot to my vehicle. I hadn’t done such a great job tonight, but that wasn’t my fault. Sometimes life just didn’t follow the plan. I knew she was still crazy about me, though.
“Hey!”
Kassy topped me as I opened the driver’s side door. She turned me around and popped up onto her toes, kissing me long and slow.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
I smoothed her hair back behind her ear. I could tell that she melted whenever I did that. I could sense that it made her feel all safe and protected.
“Now let’s go kill some of those beers. Shit, fuckin’ crazy night. My cousin is such a dick.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed as she hauled ass around my vehicle. I knew that her losing her virginity hadn’t been perfect and beautiful and all that. But at least it was over and she knew I loved her. Too bad about my underwear and all. I’d bought them special and everything.
