Post by A Ghost Now on Aug 14, 2016 20:55:45 GMT -6
“ABOUT DAMN TIME! WOOO!!”
Despite going through a slightly brutal triple-threat match, Max was sprinting through the halls of the Stansbury Hall in Morgantown. He didn’t care.
His lungs were burning with need for oxygen. He didn’t care.
His mind was dizzy from the lack of air and the constantly rising heart rate. He didn’t care.
He could damn-well kill himself from the adrenaline. He didn’t care at all.
Why?
Because he finally won today. In a match against Patrick Jones and Craig Anderson, Maxwell Soloke didn’t have the victory stolen right from his grasp. For once, he lined up that knee strike perfectly on Craig’s skull for the one-two-three. After four straight losses, he had finally picked up one victory.
And what a victory it was. The final spot for the Quest for the Case match. Fame and potential fortune awaits the victor of the match. All you had to do was win…
“... A thirty-minute Iron Man match?! I thought this shit was a ladder match!”
Max’s celebration was stopped dead in it’s tracks as he stared over the Heatstroke card. The opening contest was, in fact, a six-man, thirty-minute, Iron Man match. The winner of the match would be whoever gathered the most pinfalls or submissions within the time limit. It wasn’t as easy as merely snatching a briefcase anymore. But, at the same time, stealing the match away in an instant was just as unlikely.
His adrenaline finally started to die down as the aching and burning sensations started to take over his numbed nervous system. Right by the locker room, his body buckled and fell in a heap of agony. He would spend the remainder of the show writhing in agony on the ground…
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It was two days removed from Breakthrough Forty-Nine now. Max’s stream was up and running again. Travel for Virginia would easily wait until tomorrow; Max needed to brag today.
“Well, hello critics. I did it. I finally did it! I proved both in the ring and outside of the ring that I could still be a winner. I defeated Craig Anderson and Patrick Jones CLEANLY and have obtained the last spot in the Quest for the Case match at Heatstroke. Suck it.”
Max smirked proudly in his hotel room at the Hilton Garden Inn still. His laptop was set up at the desk with his headset resting around his neck. The microphone still was pointed up by his mouth.
“But, you all still don’t know when to shut up, do you? Some of you think that win was just a fluke. Others of you think I was given easy targets. Hell, a rare few of you are saying that Tristan should have won that match provided he was around to participate, and who knows, you might all be correct! But I’d never admit to it. I’ve got way too much damn pride for that. You guys won’t bring me down and break me. Not like this, not yet. So, why don’t I prove to you just how serious I can be.
“At Heatstroke, I will be in the opening contest against five wonderful females. Only two interest me, though: Joanna Thade and Datura. Do not get me wrong, though. I am keeping tabs on all of my opponents and I will be doing my research over them all throughout the week. However, you all should know why I have those two in my sights. If you don’t, let me recap for you:
“First, there is Joanna Thade. At least Datura seemed to take pity on me, but you? You openly mocked me, Joanna. I cannot fire back against your skills, though. You did well in a one-on-one and beat me clean to the mat on your own. But it was close, it was damn close, and you know that. I’m not going to take your insults lightly. I’m not a coward or a weakling. I’m coming back to shove all of your words back down your throat. But you are not the only one.
“Datura is someone who I have had the displeasure, yet equally pleasurable, chance of facing within the squared circle. Twice. Both times, the same result happened. I had an opponent lined up… and she ripped me right out of my position to win. I sound like a broken record at this point, I know, but I have to keep up appearances for those who decide to tune into my streams without any prior know-how. But, in short, Datura took two wins off of me that I was damn near close to winning. I’m not going to stand for that. Hell, I would LOVE it if I could take the victory from HER this show, but I know that’s not going to be happening. Still, obliterating her in scores can suffice as well.
“And then there is everyone else. Gwendolyn, Rebecca, and Katalina are all new opponents to me. Should I underestimate them and keep my focus purely on revenge? Not at all, because they want to win, too. Former champions in their own right, I should not discredit that fact. I just don’t have much standing against them as I do the other two. But, best of luck to you three as well in this match.
“... Funny. A gay guy and five women. It’s basically ladies night in the opening match… Hah. But, in any case, I cheated you guys last week. I proved that I could still be a winner outside of the ring by beating a local bartender in a competition of getting tips for the night. That’s certainly not good enough for you all. I’ve got to be MUCH better than that. So, let me have it. The very first idea that pops up when I say ‘go,’ I will do without fail. The chat will go live in three… two… one… go!”
Multiple ideas came out instantly. Clown. Skydiver. Surfer. Front-Line Militia. Crash-Test Dummy, even! But, alas, the very first idea dropped Max’s jaw instantly when he saw it.
“Okay, how’s about the second one? Please? Anything but that one, guys, honestly.” Max’s expression turned into that of panic, but the stream’s chat started to go insane. They all spammed the same thing. One word. Eventually, Max caved in.
“Alright, you assholes. Is that really what you want to see out of me? You want to see me be the best I can be doing… agh, that? You’ve got yourselves a fucking deal. Within the week, I’ll have pictures and everything at the ready. You are all sadistic bastards… why do I please you. In any case, this stream is over for the day guys. I’ll… see you all soon.”
Defeated, Max turned off the stream and his webcam before scrolling through the chat one last time. His trolls probably already have photographic proof on what the viewers agreed on. Max got up and stretched for a moment.
“Well… if they want a manwhore, they’re going to get a manwhore.”
He changed into the best outfit he could find within his luggage and set out for the town. On his laptop, only one word repeated filled up the chat. His bet of the week?
Gigolo.
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This was probably the most awkward night for Soloke. He didn’t even know the first thing about basically male prostitution. All he had was a very vague advertisement on Craigslist that could honestly be deemed suspicious to the point of a kidnapping attempting:
Want some fun for a night with an active professional wrestler? Why don’t you come down to Pies and Pints in Morgantown… I’ll be awaiting you with a free seat at the end of the bar.
“Do you honestly think that this is a good idea, Max?” Mike, the bartender from before, asked as he was wiping glasses with a rag by the bar.
“Honestly? No. No, I really don’t. I’m expecting the cops to pull me into the station for questioning. I didn’t leave my name or picture or anything to be identified as. Not even a telephone number!” Max was already frantic with himself as he stared down the ad. “I’m going to delete it.”
“That probably would be a good idea.” Mike started off, but his attention was focused behind the Disaster rather than at him. “But that’s probably because your first ‘client’ isn’t a cop! Lucky you, handsome.”
Soloke blinked in shock for a moment before turning his attention behind him. Sure enough, a rather petite woman was looking at him. She was sweet-looking, innocent. Probably was not taller than five-foot-five with a lithe frame, but not enough to scream anorexic or crack-whore. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and her brown locks trailed down to the square of her back.
“Hello, I am, uhm… here for that advertisement.” She was extremely shy, too. Not to say Max himself was not at times, but it was people like this that could be easily manipulated. Both Max and Mike looked over over for a moment before Max cracked a small smile.
“Oh, well, yes, of course! Have a seat, have a seat.” Max patted the free seat he had reserved for the night. “I’m sure you already know my name if you were at the show last night, right?”
“Not really, actually…” She said bashfully. “I don’t even like wrestling all that much, but… offers of a fun night out by someone who does it sound like, uhm, fun?”
Not being known. For someone who didn’t take exactly much pride in his image or claimed to care about how much he didn’t care just how popular he got, the remark did hit at Max’s heart for a moment. Still, it didn’t bring him down.
She seems so naive… Just legal? Virgin? Repressed? I probably shouldn’t fuck this up at all… don’t want to go to jail for potential harassment, right? Haha... tonight is going to go SO far south, SO very fast.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place for a fun night out.” Max started off. “I’ll have Mike here get us both drinks! Don’t worry… I won’t touch your drink at all, and I’ll even have him pour it in an empty glass in-front of you, just so you know it’s not drugged!” His paranoia was getting the better of Max more than it was the girl, who was starting to look a bit more worried herself. He quickly changed the topic. “But in any case, my name’s Max. Yours?”
“Jennifer. I’ll just take a water for now, honestly.” She said at slight length. She probably had good intentions before, but his flub of paranoia put that downhill fast. To start the night, Mike merely brought both of them glasses of water.
“Jennifer… what a lovely name. Well, Jennifer, I do hope you understand that the advertisement was for a paid night out--”
He didn’t finish his sentence. She placed an hundred dollar bill on the counter, which was easily five-times the amount he asked for, just to provide decent company for the night. Max eyed the bill for a moment before the girl again with a bit of shock.
“And just… what exactly is this for?” Max stuttered on his words a bit. “I… I was only asking for twenty for companionship…”
“Well… my boyfriend just broke up with… honestly, he was a bit of a prick, so I took his wallet.”
And that feign of innocence goes right out the door.
“So… I-I saw your advertisement, and thought I could get, you know… a bit more out of the night.”
Max’s eyes lit up instantly from the suggestion. His heart stopped beating for a mere second at the realization of what she wanted.
He was way too deep now.
… But hundred dollars for a night. He didn’t exactly know the rates of actual prostitutes, especially because he wasn’t looking for offers of sex… but, the offer was there and it’s something his client wants. Only one problem.
His experience with women falls rather low to the point of only doing it once...
“Oh, well… Let’s start off with some drinks and a meal first, okay? Put that hundred away. Besides, honestly, I would probably charge a whole lot more than that if you wanted something THAT spec--”
She put down a second Benjamin. She wasn’t kidding about stealing her boyfriend’s wallet, probably.
“--ial. You drive… an extremely hard bargain.” He said with a sigh before turning his attention over to Mike. “The usual, please. Pizza skins and a wine.”
“I’ll.. take a glass of the same.” Jennifer told Mike before he left. She turned her attention over to Max again. “S-so… is this going to be alright with you?”
“You seem… very hell-bent on the idea, so… I would be extremely rude if I were to turn it down. But… please, at least take that second hundred back. One hundred is plenty. And, please, take both of them back until after we are done. I don’t want, erm… payment if you aren’t satisfied with your… service.”
How do people do this normally, it sounds so goddamn awkward!
Jennifer did as she was asked. She put the two-hundred away for now before sipping at her water. Max took a moment himself to shake off the flustered emotions spurred on by her commitment to this evening as well as the money offered. He straightened himself out and proved her with a kind smile. “So. What do you do for fun? Besides… steal ex-boyfriend’s wallets.” He teased as Mike brought back drinks for the two.
“Oh, shut up.” She said with a bit of force to her quiet voice. “The prick cheated on me with some fresh outta-high-school bimbo cheerleader. It was what he deserved. I’m… m-mostly a bookworm, though.”
“Read anything interesting, then? I’d love to hear about it.” Max said. His left elbow rested on the counter with his arm upright. His cheek rested in his palm. “I don’t particularly enjoy reading much, mostly because I have the attention span of a dog, but I do truly love listening to stories. Why don’t you tell me about the last book you read, cutie.”
She started to get a little flustered from the remark herself now, but all the same decided to go on about the book. Mike brought out the appetizer for the two as they started to ramble on.
The night went by rather fast. Jennifer talked about all the books she read… Max talked about all the games he played and the stories they had…
… I probably would have been wise for Max to actually keep track on how many drinks he had throughout the evening. Things faded into oblivion… and he found himself waking up the next day THANKFULLY in his hotel room. It was almost as if it was a dream. He writhed around on the bed for a moment to stretch out his joints before he sat up. His face screamed blacked out and groggy as he slowly took his morning in.
God, that was… a weird dream. Annoying stream viewers. Picking up a CHICK at a pub… sleeping with her in my hotel room. Yeah… What a weird dream.
He looked around at his room for a moment. His clothes were sprawled out on the floor… Along with another’s.
… Okay, maybe it wasn’t a dream. Shit, so did I actually…?
He looked over to his left and, sure enough, saw Jennifer stirring from her sleep as well. His skin paled slightly as he could feel his heart stop again. “Oh… Oh, jeez, uhm… G-Good morning, Jenny… Did you sleep well? I… Didn’t do anything bad last night, right?”
She started to stir from her groggy state as well. She didn’t end up drinking as much as he did, so she still remembered the night fully. All the same, she did keep herself covered up in the blankets with that ever-bashful look on her face to the question asked of her. She merely shook her head before replying. “You were very… N-nice to me, actually… Despite getting as drunk as you did. I enjoyed the night.”
“Oh, well… I’m extremely glad you did.” Max kept himself under the blankets as well as he reached off the side of the bed for both of their clothes. “But, I’m afraid I do have to get ready to go soon… I wasn’t expecting company all through the night. I-I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no! I-It is all good, honestly.” Jennifer said before taking her own clothes. “I should probably head home myself, my roommates must be worried sick for me.”
I would be, too, if you told them just why you were going out last night.
“You can shower and take your time if you wish. I’m just going to be packing up my things.” Max said as he tugged up his boxers. Beyond the fact, he got out of bed as is and started to gather up the majority of his belongings to pack up.
“Where… Exactly are you going? I might… Try watching your next match.” She asked as she got up in just her standard pair of white panties and bra.
God, even her clothes scream innocence.
“I do believe the next location I will be heading to is Virginia for a PPV called Heatstroke. I’ll be in the opening contest.”
“Good luck. I-I’ll be sure to let my friends back home know about you. Some of them enjoy wrestling as well!” With that, she went into the shower. On her way over, she made sure the payment was made; she left the hundred for Max on the bedside table as she passed by.
… Does this mean I’ll have more clients?
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It was only two days removed from Max’s rather eventful encounter in Morgantown. Sure enough, though, Jennifer got in touch with her friends… Which left the poor wrestler meeting a much taller woman. Short hair with a bullish build. Bodybuilder, maybe.
The two were meeting in a park per Jennifer’s wishes. The woman’s name was Athena. They spent the day talking to one another. Athena was actually interested in becoming a wrestler herself, which is half the reason she recommended she meet up with him. The other reason was… well.
“Jenny was talking about you fondly, stud, you know that.” She started off instantly. Her demeanor and the mere aura about her made Max feel a whole lot smaller than he already was. “Said you gave her a REAL nice time.”
“Yes, that’s… That’s right, what of it, ma’am?”
“My, you have manners. Well… When she told me she was in bed with a wrestler… I expected someone a bit more… Masculine.”
Again, Max didn’t exactly care his appearances, especially with the kind of people he WAS into, but the fact did sting a bit.
“No matter, I know who you are and what you’re doing. I saw your stream even before you showed up here. I’m interested in what you can bring to the table.” She said sternly as she looked down upon him. The mere fact that she was in that stream brought Max a slight bit of discomfort as he avoided her gaze. “But I do have but one question.” At that point, she took control and dragged Max’s gaze back to her with force with a rather strong that dragged his chin to face towards her. “Ain’t you gay?”
And aren’t you a bulldyke?
Max felt a bit cornered at this point, metaphorically speaking. So, he tried his best to put on a mask and fight back her dominance.
“That’s besides the point, erm, darling. It doesn’t matter what I am. If you’ve got a good amount in your pocket, I can be anything you’ll have fun with.” He said with a growing smirk.
She bellowed a laugh before her gripped tightened. That timid nature started to sink in again. “Is that right…? Well, then, I hope I don’t break you like the last man I was with.”
“Wait a second, wait a second, wait a second… You BROKE him?!”
“You are going to be a real treat, boy. At least you’ve got good stamina!” With that, she started to manhandle (if that term even fits in this situation) the poor man straight back to her car in a playful manner.
But, I don’t actually!
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This time, Max wasn’t lucky enough to blackout. Athena had a whole lot more stamina than he did and was… very aggressive and forward about what she wanted for the night. By the time morning came around, Athena was left asleep in her bed content. Max, on the other hand, was barely able to pull himself onto the bed. His entire body was sore and his lungs burned like they did after the last event. This woman was a match in it of herself in bed… and Max greatly accepted defeat. His body fell limp on the floor and embraced the nap he got there for a brief moment… up until his phone started to vibrate on the bedside table.
Weakly, Max woke up from his slumber and dragged himself over. He reached up for his phone, but by the time he grabbed it, the buzzing stopped. He looked over his phone, but it ended up just being a measly alarm he forgot to turn off the night before. As it woke him up, it ended up waking up his ‘companion’ for the evening as well. As Athena stirred, she looked over at the wrestler’s pitiful display with a smirk. It’s almost as if she took pride in how far she pushed him. “Well, well… look who’s actually moving! The last one needed me to carry me home, the weakling.”
“Hah… y-yeah, no, I’m plenty fine, thanks! You… you can see yourself out of my hotel room whenever you please. I just need to rest for the day.” He groaned out on the floor as he decided to finally drag himself back into the bed.
“Oh, but of course. But, I don’t hope you mind if I tell some other friends about this… They would LOVE someone like you. Do not worry your precious little skull, though, they aren’t big like me. They are more your average sorority girls. But, I’m sure you could take a couple of them all at a time, right? I mean… you ARE going into an Iron Man Match, last I checked. I bet you could use the stamina practice against all of those girls. Unless you’re not up for it. Then I could just tell them you’re too limpdick for the task.”
Max grumbled into his pillow annoyed before waving Athena’s insults off. “Do it… I… fucking dare you.”
“Oh, good!” Athena said before she hopped off the bed. The room actually shook rather slightly to the sheer force. “Then, I’ll be sure to have them all come back here within a couple of days. Get your rest in good now, Maxipad.” With that, Athena gathered up her clothes and whisked herself out of the door.
Gods, what have I actually done… Whatever… she has a point… it IS an Iron Man Match… I wonder how many college sluts I can actually get done in a row.
God, please strike me down after all of this is done.
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It was Heatstroke time now. Everyone was getting ready for the show to begin. Darius Yates was doing his rounds through the locker rooms, hoping to get a last minute interview. The next room he drops by is the Renaissance Man’s own room. He’d always gotten straight forward, yet polite interviews from Soloke, so he didn’t mind dropping in again. He gave one small knock on the door before peaking in to ask. “Hey, Max, are you available for an interview real fast--”
His jaw practically hit the floor. Max was seated on a bench… With five other female employees surrounding him: two were sitting beside him on the bench with one under each arm, two were sitting in the floor whilst caressing each of his legs, and the final one was hugging around his neck from behind. He looked like a pimp in an edgelord’s get-up of all black. Max was initially startled by Darius’s arrival, as were they. They merely looked a little confused. Max, on the other hand, looked completely horrified, and not because of Darius’s arrival. He took a moment to regain his composure before looking to all of the girls around him.
“Ah, ladies. It looks like the young man here has come for an interview. I should probably start getting ready for my match now. Please, go about your business and enjoy the rest of your break now.” Max said with a hint of machismo in his voice. They all giggled and agreed with Max before quickly passing back Darius. The young interviewer looked rather confused and disturbed for a moment. Max, on the other hand, looked absolutely relieved to be left alone. “Thank GOD you showed up when you did. I couldn’t think of any better excuse to make them go away, Yates! I’ve seen things over these last two weeks… I’ve seen what a vagina looks like… I’ve slept with seven women! Five of which were those employees a couple of nights ago at the same time!”
“Sounds like you had a ball, Max.”
“NO, I DID NOT! I AM GAY FOR A REASON, YATES!” Max got up instantly and grabbed at Darius’s collar tightly, holding him near face to face. “After the week I just had to prove that I could be a better gigolo than my critics could ever pull off, I feel DISGUSTED, I feel AWFUL. Most importantly, I feel like STRAIGHT. My boyfriend had to call me last night because he caught wind of everything and was worried about me! Do you know how awkward that is?!”
He let go of Darius and took a moment to calm himself. “But, I do hope that camera is rolling, because I do have a message for those in my match today. You see, I suppose I worked on two important things that I fell short on that would doom me to losing this match entirely. I worked on my endurance through… Well, rather questionable means. Equally, though, I’d like to believe I understand women a bit more than I used to. But, my opinion of them never change. They are all FUCKING INSANE. But enough on that. I’ve got five opponents I need to take care of tonight if I want to move anywhere in this company.
“Katalina Star. You won your shot against Dustin Holt, Beatrice La Fey, Jamo, and Patrick Jones. Looks like we both have a knack for knocking that last one into the gutter, huh? But what happened to you after that? Two straight tag-team losses, right? That’s no way to build back up moment at all, now is it? Especially in multi-man fights, no less. Though, I do personally apologize. I believe I saw somewhere before that you are afraid of men slightly, right? A nearly perfect match of females… and then someone like me gets thrown in as well? Well, I am terribly sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I could act feminine for you! At least maybe you’ll feel right at home when I knock you on your ass.
“Rebecca Saint. You defeated former Zero Gravity Champion Katie Moicelle for this match! Well done, well done. You’ve done a much better job of keeping up with momentum for this match as well, especially through knocking off the same people who knocked off Katalina Star! You, madam, are a big threat in this match in terms of your strength. Sure, you lost at Fate of the Gods, but hey, I did, too. So we have that in common, right? At least you picked yourself back up and continued to power through every other opponent put in your way. But it is because of that reason alone that you are not the underdog, get your facts straight. If nothing else, that would be Katalina, who hasn’t done jack shit since earning her spot here. I’d would do wise to keep tabs on you at all times during this entire match. Much like I am Datura…”
“Gwendolyn Massey. You knocked off Craig Anderson to get here and have also shown a rather impressive display of strength, much like Rebecca Saint, but even moreso than that! You beat your opponent at Fate of the Gods and took great pleasure at taking that momentum all the way to facing off against the current Xcel Champion and taking Constance to a draw! That in it of itself is something to look out for. Honestly, you and Rebecca probably scare me more than Joanna does. But all the same…
“Joanna. It’s payback time coming in soon. You put me down, well done. You made your message known though me. Well done. You’ve done well to keep your momentum up to this point. Well done, well done, well done. You got away with insulting me once. I don’t plan on letting that happen again. You defeated me to get your place in this match. The way I see it, you should be thanking me for the opportunity, but it’s fine. You don’t have to. Maybe thank the management you oh-so distrust for giving you such a cowardly and easy opponent? Again, though. You don’t have to. I’d rather kick the taste out of your mouth and make you eat every last word, signed by a boot. You don’t want me to disappoint you anymore, is that correct? That’s fine. I’ll be sure to give it my all… just so you stay entertained this time around.
“Lastly, Datura. Boy, I would love it if just once… we could have a singles match, babe. Just one match to prove who can win in a match one-on-one. You are extremely cunning and do well with pulling the rug out from others, especially me. Twice time in a row, a Lady Death took the match from me. Guess what, though. It’s going to be a whole hell of a lot harder to do that this time around. Why is that exactly? It’s because it’s an Ironman Match this time, not one fall to a finish nor a ladder match.
“Anything could happen in that match. You could get one fall and win by making sure no one else did within the entire match. You could isolate one person and continue to rack up a score over them until you leave your opponent barely alive and everyone else so far behind that they would need a fair hour to even the odds. An elimination match could have sufficed, but no, one of the most chaotic standard match types was selected. I’d like to believe I thrive greatly in the chaos but, let’s be real… you all have seen your fair share of that as well. So, may the best man win this asylum of a match.”
With that, Max could hear the crowd roaring outside of the arena. “It sounds like the event it getting underway. If you don’t mind though, Darius… I have to gather up my girls and get my entrance for this PPV ready. I’ll see you soon, I’m sure. LADIES! Get in costume, we’re going on last!”
Despite going through a slightly brutal triple-threat match, Max was sprinting through the halls of the Stansbury Hall in Morgantown. He didn’t care.
His lungs were burning with need for oxygen. He didn’t care.
His mind was dizzy from the lack of air and the constantly rising heart rate. He didn’t care.
He could damn-well kill himself from the adrenaline. He didn’t care at all.
Why?
Because he finally won today. In a match against Patrick Jones and Craig Anderson, Maxwell Soloke didn’t have the victory stolen right from his grasp. For once, he lined up that knee strike perfectly on Craig’s skull for the one-two-three. After four straight losses, he had finally picked up one victory.
And what a victory it was. The final spot for the Quest for the Case match. Fame and potential fortune awaits the victor of the match. All you had to do was win…
“... A thirty-minute Iron Man match?! I thought this shit was a ladder match!”
Max’s celebration was stopped dead in it’s tracks as he stared over the Heatstroke card. The opening contest was, in fact, a six-man, thirty-minute, Iron Man match. The winner of the match would be whoever gathered the most pinfalls or submissions within the time limit. It wasn’t as easy as merely snatching a briefcase anymore. But, at the same time, stealing the match away in an instant was just as unlikely.
His adrenaline finally started to die down as the aching and burning sensations started to take over his numbed nervous system. Right by the locker room, his body buckled and fell in a heap of agony. He would spend the remainder of the show writhing in agony on the ground…
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It was two days removed from Breakthrough Forty-Nine now. Max’s stream was up and running again. Travel for Virginia would easily wait until tomorrow; Max needed to brag today.
“Well, hello critics. I did it. I finally did it! I proved both in the ring and outside of the ring that I could still be a winner. I defeated Craig Anderson and Patrick Jones CLEANLY and have obtained the last spot in the Quest for the Case match at Heatstroke. Suck it.”
Max smirked proudly in his hotel room at the Hilton Garden Inn still. His laptop was set up at the desk with his headset resting around his neck. The microphone still was pointed up by his mouth.
“But, you all still don’t know when to shut up, do you? Some of you think that win was just a fluke. Others of you think I was given easy targets. Hell, a rare few of you are saying that Tristan should have won that match provided he was around to participate, and who knows, you might all be correct! But I’d never admit to it. I’ve got way too much damn pride for that. You guys won’t bring me down and break me. Not like this, not yet. So, why don’t I prove to you just how serious I can be.
“At Heatstroke, I will be in the opening contest against five wonderful females. Only two interest me, though: Joanna Thade and Datura. Do not get me wrong, though. I am keeping tabs on all of my opponents and I will be doing my research over them all throughout the week. However, you all should know why I have those two in my sights. If you don’t, let me recap for you:
“First, there is Joanna Thade. At least Datura seemed to take pity on me, but you? You openly mocked me, Joanna. I cannot fire back against your skills, though. You did well in a one-on-one and beat me clean to the mat on your own. But it was close, it was damn close, and you know that. I’m not going to take your insults lightly. I’m not a coward or a weakling. I’m coming back to shove all of your words back down your throat. But you are not the only one.
“Datura is someone who I have had the displeasure, yet equally pleasurable, chance of facing within the squared circle. Twice. Both times, the same result happened. I had an opponent lined up… and she ripped me right out of my position to win. I sound like a broken record at this point, I know, but I have to keep up appearances for those who decide to tune into my streams without any prior know-how. But, in short, Datura took two wins off of me that I was damn near close to winning. I’m not going to stand for that. Hell, I would LOVE it if I could take the victory from HER this show, but I know that’s not going to be happening. Still, obliterating her in scores can suffice as well.
“And then there is everyone else. Gwendolyn, Rebecca, and Katalina are all new opponents to me. Should I underestimate them and keep my focus purely on revenge? Not at all, because they want to win, too. Former champions in their own right, I should not discredit that fact. I just don’t have much standing against them as I do the other two. But, best of luck to you three as well in this match.
“... Funny. A gay guy and five women. It’s basically ladies night in the opening match… Hah. But, in any case, I cheated you guys last week. I proved that I could still be a winner outside of the ring by beating a local bartender in a competition of getting tips for the night. That’s certainly not good enough for you all. I’ve got to be MUCH better than that. So, let me have it. The very first idea that pops up when I say ‘go,’ I will do without fail. The chat will go live in three… two… one… go!”
Multiple ideas came out instantly. Clown. Skydiver. Surfer. Front-Line Militia. Crash-Test Dummy, even! But, alas, the very first idea dropped Max’s jaw instantly when he saw it.
“Okay, how’s about the second one? Please? Anything but that one, guys, honestly.” Max’s expression turned into that of panic, but the stream’s chat started to go insane. They all spammed the same thing. One word. Eventually, Max caved in.
“Alright, you assholes. Is that really what you want to see out of me? You want to see me be the best I can be doing… agh, that? You’ve got yourselves a fucking deal. Within the week, I’ll have pictures and everything at the ready. You are all sadistic bastards… why do I please you. In any case, this stream is over for the day guys. I’ll… see you all soon.”
Defeated, Max turned off the stream and his webcam before scrolling through the chat one last time. His trolls probably already have photographic proof on what the viewers agreed on. Max got up and stretched for a moment.
“Well… if they want a manwhore, they’re going to get a manwhore.”
He changed into the best outfit he could find within his luggage and set out for the town. On his laptop, only one word repeated filled up the chat. His bet of the week?
Gigolo.
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This was probably the most awkward night for Soloke. He didn’t even know the first thing about basically male prostitution. All he had was a very vague advertisement on Craigslist that could honestly be deemed suspicious to the point of a kidnapping attempting:
Want some fun for a night with an active professional wrestler? Why don’t you come down to Pies and Pints in Morgantown… I’ll be awaiting you with a free seat at the end of the bar.
“Do you honestly think that this is a good idea, Max?” Mike, the bartender from before, asked as he was wiping glasses with a rag by the bar.
“Honestly? No. No, I really don’t. I’m expecting the cops to pull me into the station for questioning. I didn’t leave my name or picture or anything to be identified as. Not even a telephone number!” Max was already frantic with himself as he stared down the ad. “I’m going to delete it.”
“That probably would be a good idea.” Mike started off, but his attention was focused behind the Disaster rather than at him. “But that’s probably because your first ‘client’ isn’t a cop! Lucky you, handsome.”
Soloke blinked in shock for a moment before turning his attention behind him. Sure enough, a rather petite woman was looking at him. She was sweet-looking, innocent. Probably was not taller than five-foot-five with a lithe frame, but not enough to scream anorexic or crack-whore. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue and her brown locks trailed down to the square of her back.
“Hello, I am, uhm… here for that advertisement.” She was extremely shy, too. Not to say Max himself was not at times, but it was people like this that could be easily manipulated. Both Max and Mike looked over over for a moment before Max cracked a small smile.
“Oh, well, yes, of course! Have a seat, have a seat.” Max patted the free seat he had reserved for the night. “I’m sure you already know my name if you were at the show last night, right?”
“Not really, actually…” She said bashfully. “I don’t even like wrestling all that much, but… offers of a fun night out by someone who does it sound like, uhm, fun?”
Not being known. For someone who didn’t take exactly much pride in his image or claimed to care about how much he didn’t care just how popular he got, the remark did hit at Max’s heart for a moment. Still, it didn’t bring him down.
She seems so naive… Just legal? Virgin? Repressed? I probably shouldn’t fuck this up at all… don’t want to go to jail for potential harassment, right? Haha... tonight is going to go SO far south, SO very fast.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place for a fun night out.” Max started off. “I’ll have Mike here get us both drinks! Don’t worry… I won’t touch your drink at all, and I’ll even have him pour it in an empty glass in-front of you, just so you know it’s not drugged!” His paranoia was getting the better of Max more than it was the girl, who was starting to look a bit more worried herself. He quickly changed the topic. “But in any case, my name’s Max. Yours?”
“Jennifer. I’ll just take a water for now, honestly.” She said at slight length. She probably had good intentions before, but his flub of paranoia put that downhill fast. To start the night, Mike merely brought both of them glasses of water.
“Jennifer… what a lovely name. Well, Jennifer, I do hope you understand that the advertisement was for a paid night out--”
He didn’t finish his sentence. She placed an hundred dollar bill on the counter, which was easily five-times the amount he asked for, just to provide decent company for the night. Max eyed the bill for a moment before the girl again with a bit of shock.
“And just… what exactly is this for?” Max stuttered on his words a bit. “I… I was only asking for twenty for companionship…”
“Well… my boyfriend just broke up with… honestly, he was a bit of a prick, so I took his wallet.”
And that feign of innocence goes right out the door.
“So… I-I saw your advertisement, and thought I could get, you know… a bit more out of the night.”
Max’s eyes lit up instantly from the suggestion. His heart stopped beating for a mere second at the realization of what she wanted.
He was way too deep now.
… But hundred dollars for a night. He didn’t exactly know the rates of actual prostitutes, especially because he wasn’t looking for offers of sex… but, the offer was there and it’s something his client wants. Only one problem.
His experience with women falls rather low to the point of only doing it once...
“Oh, well… Let’s start off with some drinks and a meal first, okay? Put that hundred away. Besides, honestly, I would probably charge a whole lot more than that if you wanted something THAT spec--”
She put down a second Benjamin. She wasn’t kidding about stealing her boyfriend’s wallet, probably.
“--ial. You drive… an extremely hard bargain.” He said with a sigh before turning his attention over to Mike. “The usual, please. Pizza skins and a wine.”
“I’ll.. take a glass of the same.” Jennifer told Mike before he left. She turned her attention over to Max again. “S-so… is this going to be alright with you?”
“You seem… very hell-bent on the idea, so… I would be extremely rude if I were to turn it down. But… please, at least take that second hundred back. One hundred is plenty. And, please, take both of them back until after we are done. I don’t want, erm… payment if you aren’t satisfied with your… service.”
How do people do this normally, it sounds so goddamn awkward!
Jennifer did as she was asked. She put the two-hundred away for now before sipping at her water. Max took a moment himself to shake off the flustered emotions spurred on by her commitment to this evening as well as the money offered. He straightened himself out and proved her with a kind smile. “So. What do you do for fun? Besides… steal ex-boyfriend’s wallets.” He teased as Mike brought back drinks for the two.
“Oh, shut up.” She said with a bit of force to her quiet voice. “The prick cheated on me with some fresh outta-high-school bimbo cheerleader. It was what he deserved. I’m… m-mostly a bookworm, though.”
“Read anything interesting, then? I’d love to hear about it.” Max said. His left elbow rested on the counter with his arm upright. His cheek rested in his palm. “I don’t particularly enjoy reading much, mostly because I have the attention span of a dog, but I do truly love listening to stories. Why don’t you tell me about the last book you read, cutie.”
She started to get a little flustered from the remark herself now, but all the same decided to go on about the book. Mike brought out the appetizer for the two as they started to ramble on.
The night went by rather fast. Jennifer talked about all the books she read… Max talked about all the games he played and the stories they had…
… I probably would have been wise for Max to actually keep track on how many drinks he had throughout the evening. Things faded into oblivion… and he found himself waking up the next day THANKFULLY in his hotel room. It was almost as if it was a dream. He writhed around on the bed for a moment to stretch out his joints before he sat up. His face screamed blacked out and groggy as he slowly took his morning in.
God, that was… a weird dream. Annoying stream viewers. Picking up a CHICK at a pub… sleeping with her in my hotel room. Yeah… What a weird dream.
He looked around at his room for a moment. His clothes were sprawled out on the floor… Along with another’s.
… Okay, maybe it wasn’t a dream. Shit, so did I actually…?
He looked over to his left and, sure enough, saw Jennifer stirring from her sleep as well. His skin paled slightly as he could feel his heart stop again. “Oh… Oh, jeez, uhm… G-Good morning, Jenny… Did you sleep well? I… Didn’t do anything bad last night, right?”
She started to stir from her groggy state as well. She didn’t end up drinking as much as he did, so she still remembered the night fully. All the same, she did keep herself covered up in the blankets with that ever-bashful look on her face to the question asked of her. She merely shook her head before replying. “You were very… N-nice to me, actually… Despite getting as drunk as you did. I enjoyed the night.”
“Oh, well… I’m extremely glad you did.” Max kept himself under the blankets as well as he reached off the side of the bed for both of their clothes. “But, I’m afraid I do have to get ready to go soon… I wasn’t expecting company all through the night. I-I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no! I-It is all good, honestly.” Jennifer said before taking her own clothes. “I should probably head home myself, my roommates must be worried sick for me.”
I would be, too, if you told them just why you were going out last night.
“You can shower and take your time if you wish. I’m just going to be packing up my things.” Max said as he tugged up his boxers. Beyond the fact, he got out of bed as is and started to gather up the majority of his belongings to pack up.
“Where… Exactly are you going? I might… Try watching your next match.” She asked as she got up in just her standard pair of white panties and bra.
God, even her clothes scream innocence.
“I do believe the next location I will be heading to is Virginia for a PPV called Heatstroke. I’ll be in the opening contest.”
“Good luck. I-I’ll be sure to let my friends back home know about you. Some of them enjoy wrestling as well!” With that, she went into the shower. On her way over, she made sure the payment was made; she left the hundred for Max on the bedside table as she passed by.
… Does this mean I’ll have more clients?
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It was only two days removed from Max’s rather eventful encounter in Morgantown. Sure enough, though, Jennifer got in touch with her friends… Which left the poor wrestler meeting a much taller woman. Short hair with a bullish build. Bodybuilder, maybe.
The two were meeting in a park per Jennifer’s wishes. The woman’s name was Athena. They spent the day talking to one another. Athena was actually interested in becoming a wrestler herself, which is half the reason she recommended she meet up with him. The other reason was… well.
“Jenny was talking about you fondly, stud, you know that.” She started off instantly. Her demeanor and the mere aura about her made Max feel a whole lot smaller than he already was. “Said you gave her a REAL nice time.”
“Yes, that’s… That’s right, what of it, ma’am?”
“My, you have manners. Well… When she told me she was in bed with a wrestler… I expected someone a bit more… Masculine.”
Again, Max didn’t exactly care his appearances, especially with the kind of people he WAS into, but the fact did sting a bit.
“No matter, I know who you are and what you’re doing. I saw your stream even before you showed up here. I’m interested in what you can bring to the table.” She said sternly as she looked down upon him. The mere fact that she was in that stream brought Max a slight bit of discomfort as he avoided her gaze. “But I do have but one question.” At that point, she took control and dragged Max’s gaze back to her with force with a rather strong that dragged his chin to face towards her. “Ain’t you gay?”
And aren’t you a bulldyke?
Max felt a bit cornered at this point, metaphorically speaking. So, he tried his best to put on a mask and fight back her dominance.
“That’s besides the point, erm, darling. It doesn’t matter what I am. If you’ve got a good amount in your pocket, I can be anything you’ll have fun with.” He said with a growing smirk.
She bellowed a laugh before her gripped tightened. That timid nature started to sink in again. “Is that right…? Well, then, I hope I don’t break you like the last man I was with.”
“Wait a second, wait a second, wait a second… You BROKE him?!”
“You are going to be a real treat, boy. At least you’ve got good stamina!” With that, she started to manhandle (if that term even fits in this situation) the poor man straight back to her car in a playful manner.
But, I don’t actually!
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This time, Max wasn’t lucky enough to blackout. Athena had a whole lot more stamina than he did and was… very aggressive and forward about what she wanted for the night. By the time morning came around, Athena was left asleep in her bed content. Max, on the other hand, was barely able to pull himself onto the bed. His entire body was sore and his lungs burned like they did after the last event. This woman was a match in it of herself in bed… and Max greatly accepted defeat. His body fell limp on the floor and embraced the nap he got there for a brief moment… up until his phone started to vibrate on the bedside table.
Weakly, Max woke up from his slumber and dragged himself over. He reached up for his phone, but by the time he grabbed it, the buzzing stopped. He looked over his phone, but it ended up just being a measly alarm he forgot to turn off the night before. As it woke him up, it ended up waking up his ‘companion’ for the evening as well. As Athena stirred, she looked over at the wrestler’s pitiful display with a smirk. It’s almost as if she took pride in how far she pushed him. “Well, well… look who’s actually moving! The last one needed me to carry me home, the weakling.”
“Hah… y-yeah, no, I’m plenty fine, thanks! You… you can see yourself out of my hotel room whenever you please. I just need to rest for the day.” He groaned out on the floor as he decided to finally drag himself back into the bed.
“Oh, but of course. But, I don’t hope you mind if I tell some other friends about this… They would LOVE someone like you. Do not worry your precious little skull, though, they aren’t big like me. They are more your average sorority girls. But, I’m sure you could take a couple of them all at a time, right? I mean… you ARE going into an Iron Man Match, last I checked. I bet you could use the stamina practice against all of those girls. Unless you’re not up for it. Then I could just tell them you’re too limpdick for the task.”
Max grumbled into his pillow annoyed before waving Athena’s insults off. “Do it… I… fucking dare you.”
“Oh, good!” Athena said before she hopped off the bed. The room actually shook rather slightly to the sheer force. “Then, I’ll be sure to have them all come back here within a couple of days. Get your rest in good now, Maxipad.” With that, Athena gathered up her clothes and whisked herself out of the door.
Gods, what have I actually done… Whatever… she has a point… it IS an Iron Man Match… I wonder how many college sluts I can actually get done in a row.
God, please strike me down after all of this is done.
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It was Heatstroke time now. Everyone was getting ready for the show to begin. Darius Yates was doing his rounds through the locker rooms, hoping to get a last minute interview. The next room he drops by is the Renaissance Man’s own room. He’d always gotten straight forward, yet polite interviews from Soloke, so he didn’t mind dropping in again. He gave one small knock on the door before peaking in to ask. “Hey, Max, are you available for an interview real fast--”
His jaw practically hit the floor. Max was seated on a bench… With five other female employees surrounding him: two were sitting beside him on the bench with one under each arm, two were sitting in the floor whilst caressing each of his legs, and the final one was hugging around his neck from behind. He looked like a pimp in an edgelord’s get-up of all black. Max was initially startled by Darius’s arrival, as were they. They merely looked a little confused. Max, on the other hand, looked completely horrified, and not because of Darius’s arrival. He took a moment to regain his composure before looking to all of the girls around him.
“Ah, ladies. It looks like the young man here has come for an interview. I should probably start getting ready for my match now. Please, go about your business and enjoy the rest of your break now.” Max said with a hint of machismo in his voice. They all giggled and agreed with Max before quickly passing back Darius. The young interviewer looked rather confused and disturbed for a moment. Max, on the other hand, looked absolutely relieved to be left alone. “Thank GOD you showed up when you did. I couldn’t think of any better excuse to make them go away, Yates! I’ve seen things over these last two weeks… I’ve seen what a vagina looks like… I’ve slept with seven women! Five of which were those employees a couple of nights ago at the same time!”
“Sounds like you had a ball, Max.”
“NO, I DID NOT! I AM GAY FOR A REASON, YATES!” Max got up instantly and grabbed at Darius’s collar tightly, holding him near face to face. “After the week I just had to prove that I could be a better gigolo than my critics could ever pull off, I feel DISGUSTED, I feel AWFUL. Most importantly, I feel like STRAIGHT. My boyfriend had to call me last night because he caught wind of everything and was worried about me! Do you know how awkward that is?!”
He let go of Darius and took a moment to calm himself. “But, I do hope that camera is rolling, because I do have a message for those in my match today. You see, I suppose I worked on two important things that I fell short on that would doom me to losing this match entirely. I worked on my endurance through… Well, rather questionable means. Equally, though, I’d like to believe I understand women a bit more than I used to. But, my opinion of them never change. They are all FUCKING INSANE. But enough on that. I’ve got five opponents I need to take care of tonight if I want to move anywhere in this company.
“Katalina Star. You won your shot against Dustin Holt, Beatrice La Fey, Jamo, and Patrick Jones. Looks like we both have a knack for knocking that last one into the gutter, huh? But what happened to you after that? Two straight tag-team losses, right? That’s no way to build back up moment at all, now is it? Especially in multi-man fights, no less. Though, I do personally apologize. I believe I saw somewhere before that you are afraid of men slightly, right? A nearly perfect match of females… and then someone like me gets thrown in as well? Well, I am terribly sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I could act feminine for you! At least maybe you’ll feel right at home when I knock you on your ass.
“Rebecca Saint. You defeated former Zero Gravity Champion Katie Moicelle for this match! Well done, well done. You’ve done a much better job of keeping up with momentum for this match as well, especially through knocking off the same people who knocked off Katalina Star! You, madam, are a big threat in this match in terms of your strength. Sure, you lost at Fate of the Gods, but hey, I did, too. So we have that in common, right? At least you picked yourself back up and continued to power through every other opponent put in your way. But it is because of that reason alone that you are not the underdog, get your facts straight. If nothing else, that would be Katalina, who hasn’t done jack shit since earning her spot here. I’d would do wise to keep tabs on you at all times during this entire match. Much like I am Datura…”
“Gwendolyn Massey. You knocked off Craig Anderson to get here and have also shown a rather impressive display of strength, much like Rebecca Saint, but even moreso than that! You beat your opponent at Fate of the Gods and took great pleasure at taking that momentum all the way to facing off against the current Xcel Champion and taking Constance to a draw! That in it of itself is something to look out for. Honestly, you and Rebecca probably scare me more than Joanna does. But all the same…
“Joanna. It’s payback time coming in soon. You put me down, well done. You made your message known though me. Well done. You’ve done well to keep your momentum up to this point. Well done, well done, well done. You got away with insulting me once. I don’t plan on letting that happen again. You defeated me to get your place in this match. The way I see it, you should be thanking me for the opportunity, but it’s fine. You don’t have to. Maybe thank the management you oh-so distrust for giving you such a cowardly and easy opponent? Again, though. You don’t have to. I’d rather kick the taste out of your mouth and make you eat every last word, signed by a boot. You don’t want me to disappoint you anymore, is that correct? That’s fine. I’ll be sure to give it my all… just so you stay entertained this time around.
“Lastly, Datura. Boy, I would love it if just once… we could have a singles match, babe. Just one match to prove who can win in a match one-on-one. You are extremely cunning and do well with pulling the rug out from others, especially me. Twice time in a row, a Lady Death took the match from me. Guess what, though. It’s going to be a whole hell of a lot harder to do that this time around. Why is that exactly? It’s because it’s an Ironman Match this time, not one fall to a finish nor a ladder match.
“Anything could happen in that match. You could get one fall and win by making sure no one else did within the entire match. You could isolate one person and continue to rack up a score over them until you leave your opponent barely alive and everyone else so far behind that they would need a fair hour to even the odds. An elimination match could have sufficed, but no, one of the most chaotic standard match types was selected. I’d like to believe I thrive greatly in the chaos but, let’s be real… you all have seen your fair share of that as well. So, may the best man win this asylum of a match.”
With that, Max could hear the crowd roaring outside of the arena. “It sounds like the event it getting underway. If you don’t mind though, Darius… I have to gather up my girls and get my entrance for this PPV ready. I’ll see you soon, I’m sure. LADIES! Get in costume, we’re going on last!”
