Post by Jason Cashe on Feb 16, 2011 13:16:00 GMT -5
*NOTE: I forgot to send this in, please forgive me.*
Backstage at WCF Slam the camera cuts to the hallway where people are hurrying around in a rush making sure everything is going right for the show. One person doesn't look to be in much of a hurry though. Sahara Snyder was sitting on an equipment crate, a pair of black jeans, a white tank top and a pair of black boots on as she sips from a bottle of beer before setting it down next to her leg on the crate. A few people glance at her but she doesn't give them much attention as she is looking down at her phone obviously sending someone a text message. While she is writing she doesn't notice Jason Kash walking down the hallway towards her. He is looking down at his hands as he is trying to get his lighter to start with a joint hanging from his lips. As he tries to get a spark though he ends up running straight into the crate Sahara was perched on moving it slightly and causing her beer to tip over and spill right on the lap of her jeans.
Sahara Snyder: What the hell, bro? Are you blind or something?
She looked down a bit annoyed as she had to lift the beer up and toss it to the floor. A wet mark now very visible on the thigh of her pants.
Jason Kash: No not blind, this damn lighter isn't working. Got a light? Oh...Damn, your pants. Need a hand cleaning yourself up?
He made the gesture almost to be a smart ass about something he can no longer take back. He hadn't met Sahara yet but has "viewed" her once or twice since her arrival. He looks into her eyes, feeling the want, the need to grab her fuck her brains out but that was just the sexual tension he felt with all attractive women as of late. He hasn't been with anyone since Hayley back in UWF but this one was looking like a great improvement.
Jason Kash: You should just remove your pants...I'll get them washed!
Sahara Snyder: Remove my pants, huh? Real cute... You think I'd give you that pleasure after you spilt a perfectly beer?
Sahara jumped off the crate, looking at Jason out of the corner of her eye. She then reaches into the pocket of her jeans pulling out a black Zippo and tossing it to him. Then in a flash she grabs the bottom of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head so that she is standing in front of him in a black bra.
Sahara Snyder: I better get that back or else I'm going to come looking for you.
She then used her tank top to wipe off her pants and soak up some of the beer off her lap before throwing it into a nearby trash can.
Sahara Snyder: Oh yeah... And you owe me a beer.
His mind was of course of the soft tops of her breasts. He wanted for the first time in forever motorboat some boobies. He watched her walk away and then he looks down at the zippo she had tossed him to light his joint.
Jason Kash: I will be seeing her again for sure....Wow!
The scene fades as Kash stands there watching her from afar and smoking on his joint as the view goes back to ringside.
Backstage at WCF Slam the camera cuts to the hallway where people are hurrying around in a rush making sure everything is going right for the show. One person doesn't look to be in much of a hurry though. Sahara Snyder was sitting on an equipment crate, a pair of black jeans, a white tank top and a pair of black boots on as she sips from a bottle of beer before setting it down next to her leg on the crate. A few people glance at her but she doesn't give them much attention as she is looking down at her phone obviously sending someone a text message. While she is writing she doesn't notice Jason Kash walking down the hallway towards her. He is looking down at his hands as he is trying to get his lighter to start with a joint hanging from his lips. As he tries to get a spark though he ends up running straight into the crate Sahara was perched on moving it slightly and causing her beer to tip over and spill right on the lap of her jeans.
Sahara Snyder: What the hell, bro? Are you blind or something?
She looked down a bit annoyed as she had to lift the beer up and toss it to the floor. A wet mark now very visible on the thigh of her pants.
Jason Kash: No not blind, this damn lighter isn't working. Got a light? Oh...Damn, your pants. Need a hand cleaning yourself up?
He made the gesture almost to be a smart ass about something he can no longer take back. He hadn't met Sahara yet but has "viewed" her once or twice since her arrival. He looks into her eyes, feeling the want, the need to grab her fuck her brains out but that was just the sexual tension he felt with all attractive women as of late. He hasn't been with anyone since Hayley back in UWF but this one was looking like a great improvement.
Jason Kash: You should just remove your pants...I'll get them washed!
Sahara Snyder: Remove my pants, huh? Real cute... You think I'd give you that pleasure after you spilt a perfectly beer?
Sahara jumped off the crate, looking at Jason out of the corner of her eye. She then reaches into the pocket of her jeans pulling out a black Zippo and tossing it to him. Then in a flash she grabs the bottom of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head so that she is standing in front of him in a black bra.
Sahara Snyder: I better get that back or else I'm going to come looking for you.
She then used her tank top to wipe off her pants and soak up some of the beer off her lap before throwing it into a nearby trash can.
Sahara Snyder: Oh yeah... And you owe me a beer.
His mind was of course of the soft tops of her breasts. He wanted for the first time in forever motorboat some boobies. He watched her walk away and then he looks down at the zippo she had tossed him to light his joint.
Jason Kash: I will be seeing her again for sure....Wow!
The scene fades as Kash stands there watching her from afar and smoking on his joint as the view goes back to ringside.
