Post by Bobby Bourbon on Dec 14, 2022 5:51:26 GMT -5
He stands up straight, pulling up his pants as he does. Bobby Bourbon zips the fly to his jeans and does the buckle to his belt. He rubs his jaw, and cracks his back, contorting his shirtless torso as he does. From the bed beside him, we hear a robust female voice.
Jesus, where the fuck are you going?
Bobby looks back towards the bed.
I gotta go whoop the fuck out of two people.
She props herself up on the bed itself, pouting playfully, though ultimately knowing better. Her tiger didn't sharpen his fangs and claws in the bedroom, for the love of the Bastard. She blinked, her massive green eyes glowing atop the cheekbones of a goddess, the smirk on her face challenging Bobby. Bobby smirks back at her.
Where's my shirt?
I won't tell. Nope!
Look nothing! How much are they even paying you for this fight?
Bobby's smirk disappears. He looks all business.
Pay? I'm not even under contract, cutie, just a part of the Tag Team Champions. Defended the belts. They don't want to pay me? Fuck 'em, I'll trash their talent. Synn? Donnie Harris? Are these people supposed to be relevant to me? No, not at all. Do I know much about what they've done in their careers? Nope, because they haven't done anything near what I've done in OCW. I'm a two time tag team champion. They, well, if they are nobody cares. Thing of it is, well, this isn't about Synn, this isn't about Donnie, this is about one thing, me. Bobby Motherfucking Bourbon, here in OCW, competed in companies around the globe, dominated rings and bedrooms from sundown to sunrise, and if you don't believe me ask your parents, your dads have the scars and your mom still masturbates to me.
The knockout redhead smiles at Bobby. She is every bit his size, and incredibly hot.
Do they suck?
Aw, hell no, babe! They can't touch this dick!
She leans in and unzips the fly to Bobby's jeans.