Post by Brad Kane on Nov 26, 2010 20:16:18 GMT -6
It's Black Friday. Only the most insane of the insane people would be out in a store today. So I suppose that Brad and Megan Kane could be put under that category. They're walking around one of the numerous malls in the San Diego area. Brad has a Gamestop bag in hand, probably getting gifts for the kids, friends and themselves. Megan has a couple of bags herself from various clothing stores already. They pass by a store with a Secret to it. Brad smiles and ushers Megan in. She giggles at her perverted husband.
Megan: So you want me to get something sexy?
Brad: Yeah, I've really been wanting a garter belt that'll fit me. Maybe some silk panties too. You know how I love that feeling.
Brad looks over at Megan as she's starting to laugh loudly. Brad keeps smiling as he finds a chair to sit in while Megan looks for something. He knows this is a fantastic place to be in, hoping Megan will model a few items for him.
Brad: I love this store.
His phone begins to vibrate, getting a text message from someone. He types away on his phone and before he knows it a finger taps on him on the shoulder. Of course he would assume its Megan.
Brad: What'd ya pick out babe?
Brad turns his head to see that it's not Megan. His face becomes bright red looking at the woman who isn't his wife. She's not ugly, not ugly at all.
Woman: Hey. Since you are a man, I'd like to ask you if you'd like to give me your opinion of how I look in this...
She holds up a tiny, barely there bottom and a bra that's probably a size or two too small. Brad shakes his head.
Brad: Sorry but I'm here with my wife. Just waiting for her.
Woman: Oh come on. You're a man, men like to look at any woman in lingerie.
Brad: Yeah but I only like to look at my wife in lingerie. Only one that matters to me. So I'm sorry, go try to find someone else.
Now the woman begins to get a little angry with Brad. She stomps off as Brad goes back to playing with his phone. A few moments pass by as he feels another tap on his shoulder. He turns his head to see that same woman dressed in that little outfit.
Brad: I thought I told you no. Christ, you got a hearing problem?
The woman shakes her head and wants to get him in some deep trouble. She hovers over his lap, shoving her chest in his face. He turns his head and closes his eyes, actually wishing he was somewhere else.
Woman: Look at them or I swear to God I'll make up a story!
Megan: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY MAN?!
The slutty woman stands vertical and looks at a very, very pissed off Megan. She shoves the woman down to the floor.
Megan: What kind of a bitch are you? This is my man. See that ring on his finger, that means he and I are together. I mean the man is wearing shorts and look at that tattoo on his leg! What does that tell you?
While on the floor, the woman sees that tattoo and suddenly fears for her life.
Megan: So tell me, what were you hoping to accomplish today? Get a married man's opinion on some skanky ass clothes? I mean leave something to the man's imagination. Your vagina is probably as loose as the goal posts are wide in football! Now get your ho ass dressed and out of this store before I beat the daylights out of you!
Megan glares at the slut as the woman stands up and runs off to the dressing room. Brad looks very impressed at that outburst from Megan, starting to smile.
Megan: The hell are you smiling about? You had that whore all over you!
Brad: And I totally wasn't looking either. You know I couldn't see anyone else but you in something like that. I mean look at my pants? No tent.
She looks and sees no tent forming. Brad lets out a nervous chuckle as Megan starts to calm down. She shows him what she plans on getting.
Megan: So this is what you're buying me.
Brad: Oh my. I can't wait to see you in it and then out of it.
Megan grins as Brad stands up. The two begin to hold hands and walk to the cash register. If nothing is taken away from this today, do not mess with Megan's man. Unless you're Natalie Snow, then its orgy time.
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"The past few days I've been thinkin' about this match at Breakin' Away against you Evan. I've come to realize a couple of things. First of all, this whole in fightin' between us. I think we just took things a bit too far. Neither of us are like that towards each other. Plus if we solved our fights by making out, well, it wouldn't be as well recieved as our wives, right?
And the second thing is that you're right, partner. You need this match more then I do. You need to prove to these people that you aren't riding my back to the top. See I'm gonna keep this short and I'm sure you know exactly why too.
Evan Andrews, on Sunday night when we go down to that ring ready to face one another in a match that'll show nCw how great professional wrestling for the sake of professional wrestling is, I know you want that big win. Two years ago, I was in your shoes. You're in mine now, Evan. I think we've covered everything pretty well, don't you.
We're closer then brothers. Even if you do beat me, and that's a big if, on Sunday, I won't hold it against you because you're family. Breaks down like this. We go to that ring together and we leave that ring together. No celebratin', no fireworks or fancy speeches. Just wrestling. Professional wrestling.
The concept seems to get lost here sometimes in all the issues of who is sleeping with who's mom. Who is trying to steal someone's wife. Who is trying to kill the other guy because they think they're the king of wrestling. All that stuff is based on hate. This is based on skill. Breakin' Away, apt title because we're breaking away from the mold.
We're breaking away from what everything else on the show is. On a card filled with hate and anger, we're the only thing pure about it. Pressure is on us, partner and I know for a fact we can do it.
Peace."
Megan: So you want me to get something sexy?
Brad: Yeah, I've really been wanting a garter belt that'll fit me. Maybe some silk panties too. You know how I love that feeling.
Brad looks over at Megan as she's starting to laugh loudly. Brad keeps smiling as he finds a chair to sit in while Megan looks for something. He knows this is a fantastic place to be in, hoping Megan will model a few items for him.
Brad: I love this store.
His phone begins to vibrate, getting a text message from someone. He types away on his phone and before he knows it a finger taps on him on the shoulder. Of course he would assume its Megan.
Brad: What'd ya pick out babe?
Brad turns his head to see that it's not Megan. His face becomes bright red looking at the woman who isn't his wife. She's not ugly, not ugly at all.
Woman: Hey. Since you are a man, I'd like to ask you if you'd like to give me your opinion of how I look in this...
She holds up a tiny, barely there bottom and a bra that's probably a size or two too small. Brad shakes his head.
Brad: Sorry but I'm here with my wife. Just waiting for her.
Woman: Oh come on. You're a man, men like to look at any woman in lingerie.
Brad: Yeah but I only like to look at my wife in lingerie. Only one that matters to me. So I'm sorry, go try to find someone else.
Now the woman begins to get a little angry with Brad. She stomps off as Brad goes back to playing with his phone. A few moments pass by as he feels another tap on his shoulder. He turns his head to see that same woman dressed in that little outfit.
Brad: I thought I told you no. Christ, you got a hearing problem?
The woman shakes her head and wants to get him in some deep trouble. She hovers over his lap, shoving her chest in his face. He turns his head and closes his eyes, actually wishing he was somewhere else.
Woman: Look at them or I swear to God I'll make up a story!
Megan: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY MAN?!
The slutty woman stands vertical and looks at a very, very pissed off Megan. She shoves the woman down to the floor.
Megan: What kind of a bitch are you? This is my man. See that ring on his finger, that means he and I are together. I mean the man is wearing shorts and look at that tattoo on his leg! What does that tell you?
While on the floor, the woman sees that tattoo and suddenly fears for her life.
Megan: So tell me, what were you hoping to accomplish today? Get a married man's opinion on some skanky ass clothes? I mean leave something to the man's imagination. Your vagina is probably as loose as the goal posts are wide in football! Now get your ho ass dressed and out of this store before I beat the daylights out of you!
Megan glares at the slut as the woman stands up and runs off to the dressing room. Brad looks very impressed at that outburst from Megan, starting to smile.
Megan: The hell are you smiling about? You had that whore all over you!
Brad: And I totally wasn't looking either. You know I couldn't see anyone else but you in something like that. I mean look at my pants? No tent.
She looks and sees no tent forming. Brad lets out a nervous chuckle as Megan starts to calm down. She shows him what she plans on getting.
Megan: So this is what you're buying me.
Brad: Oh my. I can't wait to see you in it and then out of it.
Megan grins as Brad stands up. The two begin to hold hands and walk to the cash register. If nothing is taken away from this today, do not mess with Megan's man. Unless you're Natalie Snow, then its orgy time.
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"The past few days I've been thinkin' about this match at Breakin' Away against you Evan. I've come to realize a couple of things. First of all, this whole in fightin' between us. I think we just took things a bit too far. Neither of us are like that towards each other. Plus if we solved our fights by making out, well, it wouldn't be as well recieved as our wives, right?
And the second thing is that you're right, partner. You need this match more then I do. You need to prove to these people that you aren't riding my back to the top. See I'm gonna keep this short and I'm sure you know exactly why too.
Evan Andrews, on Sunday night when we go down to that ring ready to face one another in a match that'll show nCw how great professional wrestling for the sake of professional wrestling is, I know you want that big win. Two years ago, I was in your shoes. You're in mine now, Evan. I think we've covered everything pretty well, don't you.
We're closer then brothers. Even if you do beat me, and that's a big if, on Sunday, I won't hold it against you because you're family. Breaks down like this. We go to that ring together and we leave that ring together. No celebratin', no fireworks or fancy speeches. Just wrestling. Professional wrestling.
The concept seems to get lost here sometimes in all the issues of who is sleeping with who's mom. Who is trying to steal someone's wife. Who is trying to kill the other guy because they think they're the king of wrestling. All that stuff is based on hate. This is based on skill. Breakin' Away, apt title because we're breaking away from the mold.
We're breaking away from what everything else on the show is. On a card filled with hate and anger, we're the only thing pure about it. Pressure is on us, partner and I know for a fact we can do it.
Peace."