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That waitress, Natalie her name. The woman I'd been seeing from Ruby Tuesday, well I hadn't seen her since Warfare.. I seen her before the show but she was gone at the end. I got her tickets to the show in Sweden and even paid for her flight. But she seemed pissed off and wasn't really talking to me properly like she was. I mean I do like her but she seems to be getting all crazy. She had text me a few times but wouldn't tell me what was up. She just kept saying

"Why do you think I'm unhappy? Because of what you did!"

I don't fucking know. What did I do? I asked her that question and she wouldn't give me an answer. I just thought she probably just used me so she could go to a live XWF event. I wasn't that bothered if that was the case. It's not like I had been with her for month's, in a relationship. The problem with her is she thinks I can read minds. Like I'm supposed to know what she's thinking and shit. If I could read minds then I would have a part time job, earning shit loads on the side. I told her I don't have a clue. Her reply

"Typical man"

Okay whatever I'm bored of that crap now. So for a couple of days I hadn't bothered texting her. I ain't got time for games. I ain't got time for that shit. Well just about 10 minutes ago, she had text me.

"Please see me in the next half hour. Come round my flat. I would like to talk to you x"

Seems like she's been nice. I could be wrong. I wasn't gonna bother meeting her, I thought fuck it but then I had a change of heart. Well to be honest, I just wanted to know what the fuck I did wrong.

I had just pulled up to her flat in my red Dodge Charger 2015 vehicle. I get out and then walk up to the main doors. I press the buzzer for number '3'. I wait a few seconds and then she answers

"Hello"

"It's me"

I hear a click as she unlocks the doors. I enter and knock on door number '3'. The door opens and Natalie is stood there in sexy pink lingerie and suspenders. She smiles at me as I smile back, check out her cleavage and the rest of her gorgeous body. I enter the flat as she wraps her arms around me and closes the door with her foot. She tries to kiss me and although it's hard to resist, I stop her.

"As gorgeous as you are and this hard for me, but I wanna know what your problem with me, is or was? I'm not going to show you some attention when I you gave me grief for a week."

Natalie begins getting emotional

"Just forget it"

"No I won't just forget it... Tell me what I supposed to had done"

Natalie walks into her living room area as I follow. She sits down as do I

"I was jealous okay. You let that woman on Wednesday during your match, shove her titties in your face and you never stopped her. I think you enjoyed it"

I begin laughing as Natalie starts to cry... I have to calm myself down from laughing before I speak

"Look I didn't mean to laugh at you but that's a pretty lame thing to be mad at me about. It's not like we're even in a relationship."

"So you're seeing other women?"

"I'm not seeing other women, one's enough... Obviously...

"I'm so sorry. I have been stupid. Can you forgive me?

"I accept your apology and I forgive you. But... But... I don't know if it's a good idea to keep seeing each other"

"I made a silly mistake. I just have trust issues, my ex slept with my best friend behind my back."

"Honey, I'm not your ex... I might be a lot of things but a cheat isn't one of them.... Well I don't cheat when it comes to relationships and shit"

"I believe you. I realise that I'm an idiot"

Natalie begins rubbing my crotch area as I think about stopping her. My penis begins to get hard and excited. She unzips my jeans and pulls my cock out through the zip and proceeds to play with it. I guess I'll keep seeing her..... For now.....

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Here I am, in a local gym in St .Louis, Missouri. Madness was taking place nearby at the Scottsdale Arena. There were a few meat heads around, the usual. I had just finished a workout and was wiping the sweat from my forehead. I grab my bottle of mineral water and take a large swig. Alfie had already set up the camera. I look in to the camera and begin.

"Welcome to Scullycam. The greatest live show on the XWF Network and in the XWF, period. Monday Night Madness, the Scull Meister will face Justin Sane, one on one in a Last Man Standing match.
Firstly, lets talk about the second most important subject of this match, the fact it's a Main Event... Obviously, Scully being Justin Volved in this match is the most important factor. See what I did there.
Anyway... The Main Event status is the match everyone can't wait to see. The main event, generally the most prestigious match on the card, has the most promotion behind it. The match commonly involves a contest for a top championship, but may feature another special attraction. There are no titles on the line but that special attraction is...... Mr . Untouchable, Scully."

"The third most important fact of this contest, if that's what you call it... Is the Last Man Standing stipulation. To win the match, you must beat your opponent senseless and leave them unable to get up before the count of ten. A bit like a boxing match.
The Last Man Standing stip doesn't bother me, I'm looking forward to it. It means I can show everyone what Ruthless Aggression really is. I am gonna go Justin Sane like a mad man. I am going to lose it... Go crazy... Ya know, teach my opponent a lesson and that lesson is... Don't think your better than you actually are!"

I take another drink of mineral water.

"Yeah, that's right..... Justin Capable of doing anything entertaining. I don't think you would even be the in top ten of important factors for this match. I heard what you had to say for your pathetic self in your sorry excuse of a promo and you've just proven that you're not worthy to be a Main Event attraction.
I mean why do you think you even deserve to be in a Main Event? At least I can admit it when I say I have a lot of things to do and prove here. You, however think your somewhat amazing, when in actual fact you ain't done shit. You proved that when you had an opportunity, you would fail.
For example, the fatal five way TV Championship match on Warfare, which was in actual fact on my birthday. You.... Might aswell not even turned up, you absolutely sucked!"

"All that money Loverboy Victoria Lane, paid to sponsor you, just for you to fuck it up. If you remember, me and you had words during that time. I asked Victoria to sponsor me, but he-she was too dumb and wasted it on you. He-she would of been better of giving those bux to charity, at least they would of made use out of it. At least if I was given an opportunity with a championship on the line, I would at least put some frigging effort in. You, however couldn't pull your finger out of your ass and got ya ass handed to you on a plate!"

"You used a crappy quote, something along the lines of... You've dined with the devil more times than I've had losses? I think you were trying to make that statement sound positive in your favour, right?
Like I've lost loads? You should check your records, punk. I can tell you how many losses I've had on one hand and no I don't have as many fingers as you, you inbred cunt! I know it's Justin Cest, right?"

"Oh and don't compare The Corporation to those jackasses, The Asylum Seekers. The Corporation isn't a group of fannies. If The Corporation were to give you a beating, you wouldn't be walking out of the arena. We would quite happily take your limbs as trophy. Ask Gilmour, if you don't believe me. Don't worry though, we're quite generous... Pest would probably auction your body parts off, so you could always get Victoria Lane to buy them for you!"

"TrustInsanity? What happened to Evertrust? I bet he got bored of you, didn't he? No surprise there. It seems he has deserted you.
Calling me kid? As in the milky bar kid? Or Billy the kid? Or what about karate kid? Talking down to people like you own the place, are you for real? Like you've held a major Championship here and you're the dogs bollocks?! Bitch, please!
So I will see you at Madness and the fact you've underestimated me is simply your undoing, it's your biggest mistake yet... When I've gave you a beating, prepared to dream, I doubt you'll hear the referee count to ten. You never know you might not wake up...
Da end, Scully has spoken!"