Post by whysoserious on Jan 29, 2011 1:45:16 GMT -5
A very well decorated office with a great amount of framed photos placed upon the walls. Naturally there is a large window that oversees the outside of what appears to be the backyard of a mansion. Yes, a mansion. The mansion that belong to Brad Kane, your WCF World Champion. He sits at his desk, busy with some paperwork before heading off to Payback soon. Sure it's only Friday but one must realize there is a great deal of work that goes into promoting a pay per view.
He glances at the picture of his entire family. His wife and seven children. Yes, seven kids. Two boys and five girls and consume his non-wrestling life. Noise is heard, a flat screen TV on set to ESPN. The door to his office swings open, in walking his wife, Megan. She smiles at him before walking and sitting on his lap.
Megan Kane: Hello, dear husband.
She takes a look at the work he's currently doing before setting her eyes back into his.
Megan Kane: Hard at work are we?
He nods his head, leaning back and sighing. Megan has a sly little grin on her face.
Megan Kane: Well what if I could do something to have your tension disappear a little bit...
Brad opens his mouth but before a word can be uttered, Megan puts a finger over his lips before getting off of his lap. She lowers herself and goes underneath the desk. Brad feels his chair getting scooted in and the sound of his zipper getting unzipped.
Brad Kane: Oh damn...
He tilts his head back and hears the slurping below. A wide smile begins to form on his face, enjoying the bejesus out of this.
Brad Kane: Fuck you're so good at this.
Before he can moan more pleasure, he opens his eyes and sees someone who walked in at the completely wrong time. It's one of his daughters, second oldest at age three, Lilly. She smiles and climbs up one of the chairs on the other side of the desk, oblivious to what's going on.
Brad Kane: HEY!
Brad clears his throat before starting over talking to one of his children.
Brad Kane: I mean, hello Lilly. Howwww are you?!
He tries to feign an interested look like she's the only person in the room and someone's not giving him a dick sucking of a lifetime.
Lilly Kane: I'm fine daddy. Just lookin' for mommy.
Megan lifts her head up and bangs it on the desk but knows she can't get out because that would raise way too many questions. Brad puts his hands on the desk to make another loud pound to cover the first one.
Brad Kane: What do you need with mommy?
Lilly Kane: Me, Lacey, Sarah and Jenny want to have a tea party but we need her!
He shudders a little bit as Megan decides to keep going as a very, very cruel joke. Brad tries to keep his composure as best as he can.
Brad Kane: Well if I see her I'll tell her, okay sweetie?
The child nods her head but doesn't leave. Lilly hums to herself, looking around the room.
Brad Kane: You can go now honey.
Lilly Kane: No. I wanna stay daddy and watch you work.
He sighs as his oldest child, a teenager named Chris, walks past and notices his mom's feet sticking out from under the desk. A very disgusted look appears on his face as he now walks in.
Chris Kane: Hey dad, ya busy with anything?
Brad Kane: Yeah, workin' on somethin'! Can you take your sister and get her some ice cream?
Lilly Kane: YAY, ICE CREAM!
Being the little smart ass he is, Chris shakes his head and sits down, purposely putting his feet on his mom's legs before moving them away.
Chris Kane: Nah, I'm afraid I'll blow it. You know how hard I find it to do something like that dad. I mean, sometimes I pop the lid off too far.
Lilly's face gets all pouty.
Lilly Kane: But I want ice cream...
Chris Kane: I know you do but I think dad has to do okay? I'm just not good at it. I mean, like I said, I'll blow it. Then all that vanilla ice cream will splatter and it'll be a big mess to clean up. Do you wanna clean up that mess?
Lilly Kane: No...
Chris looks at his dad and just has that shit eating grin on his face. Brad realizes that he knows.
Brad Kane: Chris, please, take her. I'll give you a hundred.
Chris Kane: Two fifty and you'll take me to at least ten Padres games this summer.
Brad Kane: DEAL!
Chris nods at Lilly as both of them get out of the chairs and head out of the office. Brad can finally release it all.
Brad Kane: OH HOLY FUCK!
His whole body shudders right before he sighs with pure contentment about life. He leans back in his office chair, eyes closed. Megan brings herself up from under the chair. She missed a little bit of Brad's own butter.
Brad Kane: You missed a little hon.
She uses her finger to scoop it and eat it. Yeah, I put that part in, sue me. Brad kisses her oh so happy.
Brad Kane: Thank you. You don't know how much I needed that.
Megan Kane: I needed it too.
They kiss again as Megan smiles.
Megan Kane: This weekend, on the road, you are gonna be wore out before you get in that ring with Skyler. Got me mister?
He nods his head, watching his sexy wife walk out of the room with a strut. Brad sighs with content again before switching his TV to the latest Skyler Striker promo. Time to watch it and time to formulate a plan, again. Brad knows that Skyler is one dangerous wrestler from their very few interactions against one another.
But Brad's made a living off of bursting bubbles of people who were about to get there. To him it's not a question of if he'll beat Skyler but if he should backfist his head off or not. It's all business. Nothing more and nothing less.
Brad Kane: Oh Striker, if you only know how much I've grown myself...
Once more that sly grin creeps across his face before shutting the TV off and grabbing his laptop, leaving the office and perhaps heading to Payback to retain his WCF World Championship.
He glances at the picture of his entire family. His wife and seven children. Yes, seven kids. Two boys and five girls and consume his non-wrestling life. Noise is heard, a flat screen TV on set to ESPN. The door to his office swings open, in walking his wife, Megan. She smiles at him before walking and sitting on his lap.
Megan Kane: Hello, dear husband.
She takes a look at the work he's currently doing before setting her eyes back into his.
Megan Kane: Hard at work are we?
He nods his head, leaning back and sighing. Megan has a sly little grin on her face.
Megan Kane: Well what if I could do something to have your tension disappear a little bit...
Brad opens his mouth but before a word can be uttered, Megan puts a finger over his lips before getting off of his lap. She lowers herself and goes underneath the desk. Brad feels his chair getting scooted in and the sound of his zipper getting unzipped.
Brad Kane: Oh damn...
He tilts his head back and hears the slurping below. A wide smile begins to form on his face, enjoying the bejesus out of this.
Brad Kane: Fuck you're so good at this.
Before he can moan more pleasure, he opens his eyes and sees someone who walked in at the completely wrong time. It's one of his daughters, second oldest at age three, Lilly. She smiles and climbs up one of the chairs on the other side of the desk, oblivious to what's going on.
Brad Kane: HEY!
Brad clears his throat before starting over talking to one of his children.
Brad Kane: I mean, hello Lilly. Howwww are you?!
He tries to feign an interested look like she's the only person in the room and someone's not giving him a dick sucking of a lifetime.
Lilly Kane: I'm fine daddy. Just lookin' for mommy.
Megan lifts her head up and bangs it on the desk but knows she can't get out because that would raise way too many questions. Brad puts his hands on the desk to make another loud pound to cover the first one.
Brad Kane: What do you need with mommy?
Lilly Kane: Me, Lacey, Sarah and Jenny want to have a tea party but we need her!
He shudders a little bit as Megan decides to keep going as a very, very cruel joke. Brad tries to keep his composure as best as he can.
Brad Kane: Well if I see her I'll tell her, okay sweetie?
The child nods her head but doesn't leave. Lilly hums to herself, looking around the room.
Brad Kane: You can go now honey.
Lilly Kane: No. I wanna stay daddy and watch you work.
He sighs as his oldest child, a teenager named Chris, walks past and notices his mom's feet sticking out from under the desk. A very disgusted look appears on his face as he now walks in.
Chris Kane: Hey dad, ya busy with anything?
Brad Kane: Yeah, workin' on somethin'! Can you take your sister and get her some ice cream?
Lilly Kane: YAY, ICE CREAM!
Being the little smart ass he is, Chris shakes his head and sits down, purposely putting his feet on his mom's legs before moving them away.
Chris Kane: Nah, I'm afraid I'll blow it. You know how hard I find it to do something like that dad. I mean, sometimes I pop the lid off too far.
Lilly's face gets all pouty.
Lilly Kane: But I want ice cream...
Chris Kane: I know you do but I think dad has to do okay? I'm just not good at it. I mean, like I said, I'll blow it. Then all that vanilla ice cream will splatter and it'll be a big mess to clean up. Do you wanna clean up that mess?
Lilly Kane: No...
Chris looks at his dad and just has that shit eating grin on his face. Brad realizes that he knows.
Brad Kane: Chris, please, take her. I'll give you a hundred.
Chris Kane: Two fifty and you'll take me to at least ten Padres games this summer.
Brad Kane: DEAL!
Chris nods at Lilly as both of them get out of the chairs and head out of the office. Brad can finally release it all.
Brad Kane: OH HOLY FUCK!
His whole body shudders right before he sighs with pure contentment about life. He leans back in his office chair, eyes closed. Megan brings herself up from under the chair. She missed a little bit of Brad's own butter.
Brad Kane: You missed a little hon.
She uses her finger to scoop it and eat it. Yeah, I put that part in, sue me. Brad kisses her oh so happy.
Brad Kane: Thank you. You don't know how much I needed that.
Megan Kane: I needed it too.
They kiss again as Megan smiles.
Megan Kane: This weekend, on the road, you are gonna be wore out before you get in that ring with Skyler. Got me mister?
He nods his head, watching his sexy wife walk out of the room with a strut. Brad sighs with content again before switching his TV to the latest Skyler Striker promo. Time to watch it and time to formulate a plan, again. Brad knows that Skyler is one dangerous wrestler from their very few interactions against one another.
But Brad's made a living off of bursting bubbles of people who were about to get there. To him it's not a question of if he'll beat Skyler but if he should backfist his head off or not. It's all business. Nothing more and nothing less.
Brad Kane: Oh Striker, if you only know how much I've grown myself...
Once more that sly grin creeps across his face before shutting the TV off and grabbing his laptop, leaving the office and perhaps heading to Payback to retain his WCF World Championship.
