Post by styles on Jul 21, 2012 2:55:45 GMT -5
After taking the bus from New Orleans to Marietta, I still couldn't believe I was standing outside his door with nothing more than a black duffel bag and a hope that he would help me out. The home I was standing on the doorstep of was that of Freddie Styles, the man I met the other week at the Cajunman's Cave. That stupid hellhole had let me go because they felt I wasn't giving all I had to the job. No, the only thing they were pissed about was that I wouldn't sleep with any of the customers. Contrary to popular belief I had found out the hard way that the dive I worked in was nothing more than a wide underground prostitution ring. It was either become one of those women or get fired. I chose the latter of the two. So here I was, hoping Freddie would help me out. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. If he didn't help me out then I didn't know what I was going to do.
I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knocking at my door. I threw on my towel and wrapped it around my waist. I walked to the door and opened it up. There in front of me stood the same beautiful girl I had met in New Orleans. Arora her name was. We had clicked from the start, but I couldn't understand why she was at my doorstep. She had a couple bags with her, and I could tell she was here to move in. It wouldn't be a problem though.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked.
I quickly looked him over and began to blush. I hated that I was doing it but what else could I do? He was so gorgeous and I was very attracted to him, not only that but he was standing there in nothing but a towel. I shook my head quickly and put on my most sweet and charming smile.
"Good you remember me...Listen I have a huge problem Freddie and you were the only person I could turn to...I've been fired, I have no money, no family, no friends, only the things that are in my bags here. I was hoping maybe you could help me out in some way."
I didn't want him to think that I was the type of woman who mooched. If he was willing to help me, then I would be willing to do anything for him, absolutely anything at all.
I thought for a second about what I should do, and the answer was clear. Here was this beautiful blonde, goody two shoes looking girl, asking for my help. It isn’t a mansion, but 4 bedrooms are a bit much with only me in it. How could I resist this temptation? It was quite clear, I couldn't.
"Yeah come on in. I'm the only one who lives in this house. It gets big and empty sometimes. I could definitely use a good looking girl like you around."
I took a double take and couldn't help but smile gratefully yet shocked. Was he telling me I could live with him? I took his advice and stepped in, still holding onto my bags. I looked around at the gorgeous home and couldn't help but smile even wider. I looked at Freddie trying to give him the impression that whatever he wanted was his, absolutely whatever he wanted. I then began to speak to him in a sweet but sexy voice.
"Thank you so much Freddie, you have no idea how much I appreciate this...You're a life saver and my hero."
I couldn't help it; I walked over to him so that we were toe to toe and stepped up on my tip toes. I then gently kissed his cheek. After doing that I stepped back and smiled.
I felt a smile slowly creep across my face after she had kissed me. She was extremely attractive, and I liked the innocent look going on. It definitely beat the sluts I had been banging. Besides, I could tell there was a physical attraction since we had first met. There was just that bond between some people, and I felt it between us. It would be nice to have a female around the house. I hadn't lived with a woman since Adriana, and that was almost two years ago. Now maybe I could settle down instead of fulfilling my nights with easy pussy and one night stands. Thinks looked like they were working out finally. Just like my career in the CRW. Things were only going up.
"Come in, I'll show you where you can stay."
I'd be letting her stay in my guest bedroom for now. I had the oncoming suspicion that that wouldn't last long. She'd be sleeping in my bed soon enough. Heh. I had always been good with the women.
I nodded and clutched my belongings. I couldn't believe that I had kissed him! That was the first time I had ever been that forward with a man. I couldn't help myself though; he was taking me into his home and making sure I would be okay. I followed him throughout the gorgeous home until we came to a guest room which was even more beautiful than words can begin to describe. I looked around in awe and then back at him with an excited smile.
"This is gorgeous Freddie! I couldn't ask for anything better than this, thank you so much. You really are my Savior."
"I prefer Saint, but Savior works." I had said with a grin slipping across my face.
I watched her as she started setting up. Amazing body, amazing face. I continued to stare at her and she kept bending over, and putting things away. My god was she amazing. But she'd be staying here for now on so I had to take things slow. But with the way things were going, I'd be getting her in to the sack by the end of this week. I think I was addicted to sex. This was going to be AMAZING.
I could feel his eyes sizing up every inch of my body as I began to unpack various items. I turned my back to him because I was blushing so much, my cheeks felt hot and my stomach full of butterflies. I knew he wanted to get me into bed and if he would have chosen that very moment to take me, I wouldn't have put up a fight. I would have let him take me willingly. But he wasn't making a move so I decided to also not make a move. I turned to him trying to keep my composure and managed a smile.
"Are there any house rules I should know about? I mean this is your home and I don't want to do anything to disrespect you. I would also like to help out with housework and cooking. It's the least I can do besides finding a job.
I then slid off my sweatshirt I had on when I arrived. Underneath I was wearing a tight-fitting white tank top along with a pair of denim hip huggers. The metro Atlanta weather was very warm, even in the house I could feel the heat, not that that was a bad thing.
My god, the body on Arora nearly got me aroused. The tight fitting tank top did her wonders, and the hip huggers only made the outfit that much better. The sexual tension was building up between us, I could feel it. As she finished unpacking, I continued to stare at her with hungry eyes. Before she finished I focused my attention elsewhere, not allowing her to catch me off guard. I'd go make her some lunch and allow her to shower.
"I'll tell you what. You go take a shower, and I'll get lunch prepared. I hope you don't mind turkey sandwiches."
I'd figured I'd start impressing her, by having some lunch ready when she got out. Even though I would've liked to join her in that shower. Oh well, there would be plenty of opportunities.
"Turkey is just fine Freddie and a shower sounds great. I have just spent I don't know how many hours on a greyhound bus. Where is the bathroom and I'll get my shower done and then we can have lunch."
I smiled at him and got into my bag, pulling out a pair of pink lacey brief panties, a matching bra, a pair of shorts, and last of all a baggy button up man's dress shirt. I tucked my clothing under my arm and placed my other hand on my hip.
"Also if there is anything I can do for you at all, just let me know. I mean in time I'm sure I could even start paying rent."
"Heh, don't worry about rent. I'm well enough off that you can come here for nothing. If you get bored I am sure I could find you a job around here, maybe you could even come to shows with me. We'll figure out something when we get to that point. But go take your shower, it's been a long day, and it has hardly started."
Right there I would've taken her to my room and had my way, but I enjoyed letting the tension build up. It would only get better when we both committed. She walked off with her clothes, as I caught a sneak peak at her clothes. Nice touch on the lace panties. Heh.
"Hey, I have a pair of pants and shirt you can borrow."
I left the room quickly and went and grabbed a pair of sweats and a small white undershirt of mine. I went back to the guest room and tossed the clothes to her.
"Here's a pair of sweats and one of my smaller undershirts. The pants may be a little baggy, but I'm sure they'll work for now. Soon enough we'll go get you some new clothes. There is a lot of designers around here you might like."
"I would love that, really thank you Freddie; you have been so good to me. I don't even know how I am going to be able to repay you."
I looked at him vulnerably. I was trying to play the part of the sexy little vixen but I was finding it sort of hard to keep doing so. I set the clothes down on the bathroom counter and leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed against my chest. He truly was something else, like no one I had ever met before. I stared into his eyes for a moment but then I began to blush; I tried to hide my expression as I put on an unsure look.
"Well I think I am going to get to take my shower..."
I stared back in to her eyes. Beautiful. Really attractive eyes. She looked away and I could see she felt a bit uneasy.
"Alright go take that shower, and lunch will be ready. I'm sure we'll have an interesting night."
Shit, I shouldn't have said that. Oh well, the physical and emotional attractions were there. Maybe tonight would be interesting, maybe not. We'd have to see how things turned out.
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It's almost as if this is being handed to me. I am taking on a few jackasses who couldn’t be bothered to even put up a real fight. People who's names comes with such non-existent praise, that if you have ever heard of them, then you're one of the few humanoids who gives a damn about him. *looks at list* Toby Foster, Justin Fischer, John Fisherman, Taufik and Jason Xavier...none of these men are worth the money Bill James is paying them. They're just leeches thinking they're gods.
It's all bullshit to me. I'm the god.
Step aside Fellas, I'm in control. Your time is over, and has been for some time now. That Television title is mine now. No excuses, no reasons. You're not what you once were. Not that it truly was anything special to begin with. This is my time now. I've proven I'm one of the best, and I've proven that I can beat anyone. I would have beaten that flake Fisherman too, had his little pussy manager not miraculously healed herself and gotten involved…but what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right John?
They know who will be running MPW.
Sure here comes your next promo. "Freddie, you're only had one matches. You'll never amount to anything more than this." Please. Must we go through this? The rep you built elseware is no longer yours. Ever since I came here, you've been cast into the shadows. Sure you had success, but it was before the newer blood arrived. It was before fXs came and took the throne. How many haters do I have to impress? How many times do I have to beat a fool like you in order to be respected?
Who knows? Who cares?
My name still means something, while yours is being pissed on. Yeah, by me. I don't respect you. Never have, probably never will. When I look at the lot of you, I see over-rated talent. Guys who have won some matches, but lost just as many. Even if this was a barebones roster, you couldn’t win a damn thing. Got damn give me a break. You can't win the big match.
You can't win THIS match.
The cards are laid out in front of you all. I am your challenge, to show everyone that you're still the MAN. You never were. You NEED to win this match in order to get your credibility back. Your careers are sliding downhill faster than a fat chick on a sled in the snow. We all know it, we've all seen it. So being the man I am, I agreed. I took this match, and now I'm running away with it. You can say whatever you like.
"This match is for the ages." "This match was over before it started. Styles can't compare to veterans like these guys."
Funny, because I think everyone else sees this match in a different way. They see old timers trying to relive their glory days, mediocre as they were. They see you trying to compete with a superstar of the next generation. They all know you've expired. They all know that this is your way of trying to succeed again. It won't happen. It can't happen. We can't have an older talent as the face of this company, or as a champion. You've been outdone again gentlemen. Stepping into a match you won't make it out of for a title none of you will ever hold.
I wish I could have helped some of you.
Because truly, it is too bad. It's sad to see a man who can't let go of his past. His "glory days" so to speak. Sure you were creative before. I mean I've heard great things about your past. Where is it now? All I see is jealousy, because I am the guy you once were. I am the man who can lead the MPW in to bigger and better things. I've been chosen to lead the troops in to battle. I've been chosen to lead the destiny of greatness. You thought this was still your time, but you've been replaced. You've been outdone. You think your first matches were a challenge? Well you haven't faced Freddie Styles. But you get your chance, at the supershow.
You get to be a name on the list of fallen competitors.
You get to be a name. What you were all along. Just a name. A name that was given too much credit around here. I figure it's time for me to show the people who the true leader of MPW is. It saddens me to say that you won't be in the picture.
I give you credit though.
You're all still willing to fight, even know your time has passed you by. Congrats, you're now a has been. You're now just mid card fodder, who can't go to the big time anymore. You aren't the Main Event caliber of me. Go back to your curtain jerk matches. Quit wasting up space in the big matches. I'm about to show you what a true competitor looks like.
I'm going to make you respect Freddie Styles.
The first and best MPW Television Champion.
Enjoy your return to irrelevance, fellas...it's crowded down there.
I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knocking at my door. I threw on my towel and wrapped it around my waist. I walked to the door and opened it up. There in front of me stood the same beautiful girl I had met in New Orleans. Arora her name was. We had clicked from the start, but I couldn't understand why she was at my doorstep. She had a couple bags with her, and I could tell she was here to move in. It wouldn't be a problem though.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked.
I quickly looked him over and began to blush. I hated that I was doing it but what else could I do? He was so gorgeous and I was very attracted to him, not only that but he was standing there in nothing but a towel. I shook my head quickly and put on my most sweet and charming smile.
"Good you remember me...Listen I have a huge problem Freddie and you were the only person I could turn to...I've been fired, I have no money, no family, no friends, only the things that are in my bags here. I was hoping maybe you could help me out in some way."
I didn't want him to think that I was the type of woman who mooched. If he was willing to help me, then I would be willing to do anything for him, absolutely anything at all.
I thought for a second about what I should do, and the answer was clear. Here was this beautiful blonde, goody two shoes looking girl, asking for my help. It isn’t a mansion, but 4 bedrooms are a bit much with only me in it. How could I resist this temptation? It was quite clear, I couldn't.
"Yeah come on in. I'm the only one who lives in this house. It gets big and empty sometimes. I could definitely use a good looking girl like you around."
I took a double take and couldn't help but smile gratefully yet shocked. Was he telling me I could live with him? I took his advice and stepped in, still holding onto my bags. I looked around at the gorgeous home and couldn't help but smile even wider. I looked at Freddie trying to give him the impression that whatever he wanted was his, absolutely whatever he wanted. I then began to speak to him in a sweet but sexy voice.
"Thank you so much Freddie, you have no idea how much I appreciate this...You're a life saver and my hero."
I couldn't help it; I walked over to him so that we were toe to toe and stepped up on my tip toes. I then gently kissed his cheek. After doing that I stepped back and smiled.
I felt a smile slowly creep across my face after she had kissed me. She was extremely attractive, and I liked the innocent look going on. It definitely beat the sluts I had been banging. Besides, I could tell there was a physical attraction since we had first met. There was just that bond between some people, and I felt it between us. It would be nice to have a female around the house. I hadn't lived with a woman since Adriana, and that was almost two years ago. Now maybe I could settle down instead of fulfilling my nights with easy pussy and one night stands. Thinks looked like they were working out finally. Just like my career in the CRW. Things were only going up.
"Come in, I'll show you where you can stay."
I'd be letting her stay in my guest bedroom for now. I had the oncoming suspicion that that wouldn't last long. She'd be sleeping in my bed soon enough. Heh. I had always been good with the women.
I nodded and clutched my belongings. I couldn't believe that I had kissed him! That was the first time I had ever been that forward with a man. I couldn't help myself though; he was taking me into his home and making sure I would be okay. I followed him throughout the gorgeous home until we came to a guest room which was even more beautiful than words can begin to describe. I looked around in awe and then back at him with an excited smile.
"This is gorgeous Freddie! I couldn't ask for anything better than this, thank you so much. You really are my Savior."
"I prefer Saint, but Savior works." I had said with a grin slipping across my face.
I watched her as she started setting up. Amazing body, amazing face. I continued to stare at her and she kept bending over, and putting things away. My god was she amazing. But she'd be staying here for now on so I had to take things slow. But with the way things were going, I'd be getting her in to the sack by the end of this week. I think I was addicted to sex. This was going to be AMAZING.
I could feel his eyes sizing up every inch of my body as I began to unpack various items. I turned my back to him because I was blushing so much, my cheeks felt hot and my stomach full of butterflies. I knew he wanted to get me into bed and if he would have chosen that very moment to take me, I wouldn't have put up a fight. I would have let him take me willingly. But he wasn't making a move so I decided to also not make a move. I turned to him trying to keep my composure and managed a smile.
"Are there any house rules I should know about? I mean this is your home and I don't want to do anything to disrespect you. I would also like to help out with housework and cooking. It's the least I can do besides finding a job.
I then slid off my sweatshirt I had on when I arrived. Underneath I was wearing a tight-fitting white tank top along with a pair of denim hip huggers. The metro Atlanta weather was very warm, even in the house I could feel the heat, not that that was a bad thing.
My god, the body on Arora nearly got me aroused. The tight fitting tank top did her wonders, and the hip huggers only made the outfit that much better. The sexual tension was building up between us, I could feel it. As she finished unpacking, I continued to stare at her with hungry eyes. Before she finished I focused my attention elsewhere, not allowing her to catch me off guard. I'd go make her some lunch and allow her to shower.
"I'll tell you what. You go take a shower, and I'll get lunch prepared. I hope you don't mind turkey sandwiches."
I'd figured I'd start impressing her, by having some lunch ready when she got out. Even though I would've liked to join her in that shower. Oh well, there would be plenty of opportunities.
"Turkey is just fine Freddie and a shower sounds great. I have just spent I don't know how many hours on a greyhound bus. Where is the bathroom and I'll get my shower done and then we can have lunch."
I smiled at him and got into my bag, pulling out a pair of pink lacey brief panties, a matching bra, a pair of shorts, and last of all a baggy button up man's dress shirt. I tucked my clothing under my arm and placed my other hand on my hip.
"Also if there is anything I can do for you at all, just let me know. I mean in time I'm sure I could even start paying rent."
"Heh, don't worry about rent. I'm well enough off that you can come here for nothing. If you get bored I am sure I could find you a job around here, maybe you could even come to shows with me. We'll figure out something when we get to that point. But go take your shower, it's been a long day, and it has hardly started."
Right there I would've taken her to my room and had my way, but I enjoyed letting the tension build up. It would only get better when we both committed. She walked off with her clothes, as I caught a sneak peak at her clothes. Nice touch on the lace panties. Heh.
"Hey, I have a pair of pants and shirt you can borrow."
I left the room quickly and went and grabbed a pair of sweats and a small white undershirt of mine. I went back to the guest room and tossed the clothes to her.
"Here's a pair of sweats and one of my smaller undershirts. The pants may be a little baggy, but I'm sure they'll work for now. Soon enough we'll go get you some new clothes. There is a lot of designers around here you might like."
"I would love that, really thank you Freddie; you have been so good to me. I don't even know how I am going to be able to repay you."
I looked at him vulnerably. I was trying to play the part of the sexy little vixen but I was finding it sort of hard to keep doing so. I set the clothes down on the bathroom counter and leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed against my chest. He truly was something else, like no one I had ever met before. I stared into his eyes for a moment but then I began to blush; I tried to hide my expression as I put on an unsure look.
"Well I think I am going to get to take my shower..."
I stared back in to her eyes. Beautiful. Really attractive eyes. She looked away and I could see she felt a bit uneasy.
"Alright go take that shower, and lunch will be ready. I'm sure we'll have an interesting night."
Shit, I shouldn't have said that. Oh well, the physical and emotional attractions were there. Maybe tonight would be interesting, maybe not. We'd have to see how things turned out.
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It's almost as if this is being handed to me. I am taking on a few jackasses who couldn’t be bothered to even put up a real fight. People who's names comes with such non-existent praise, that if you have ever heard of them, then you're one of the few humanoids who gives a damn about him. *looks at list* Toby Foster, Justin Fischer, John Fisherman, Taufik and Jason Xavier...none of these men are worth the money Bill James is paying them. They're just leeches thinking they're gods.
It's all bullshit to me. I'm the god.
Step aside Fellas, I'm in control. Your time is over, and has been for some time now. That Television title is mine now. No excuses, no reasons. You're not what you once were. Not that it truly was anything special to begin with. This is my time now. I've proven I'm one of the best, and I've proven that I can beat anyone. I would have beaten that flake Fisherman too, had his little pussy manager not miraculously healed herself and gotten involved…but what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right John?
They know who will be running MPW.
Sure here comes your next promo. "Freddie, you're only had one matches. You'll never amount to anything more than this." Please. Must we go through this? The rep you built elseware is no longer yours. Ever since I came here, you've been cast into the shadows. Sure you had success, but it was before the newer blood arrived. It was before fXs came and took the throne. How many haters do I have to impress? How many times do I have to beat a fool like you in order to be respected?
Who knows? Who cares?
My name still means something, while yours is being pissed on. Yeah, by me. I don't respect you. Never have, probably never will. When I look at the lot of you, I see over-rated talent. Guys who have won some matches, but lost just as many. Even if this was a barebones roster, you couldn’t win a damn thing. Got damn give me a break. You can't win the big match.
You can't win THIS match.
The cards are laid out in front of you all. I am your challenge, to show everyone that you're still the MAN. You never were. You NEED to win this match in order to get your credibility back. Your careers are sliding downhill faster than a fat chick on a sled in the snow. We all know it, we've all seen it. So being the man I am, I agreed. I took this match, and now I'm running away with it. You can say whatever you like.
"This match is for the ages." "This match was over before it started. Styles can't compare to veterans like these guys."
Funny, because I think everyone else sees this match in a different way. They see old timers trying to relive their glory days, mediocre as they were. They see you trying to compete with a superstar of the next generation. They all know you've expired. They all know that this is your way of trying to succeed again. It won't happen. It can't happen. We can't have an older talent as the face of this company, or as a champion. You've been outdone again gentlemen. Stepping into a match you won't make it out of for a title none of you will ever hold.
I wish I could have helped some of you.
Because truly, it is too bad. It's sad to see a man who can't let go of his past. His "glory days" so to speak. Sure you were creative before. I mean I've heard great things about your past. Where is it now? All I see is jealousy, because I am the guy you once were. I am the man who can lead the MPW in to bigger and better things. I've been chosen to lead the troops in to battle. I've been chosen to lead the destiny of greatness. You thought this was still your time, but you've been replaced. You've been outdone. You think your first matches were a challenge? Well you haven't faced Freddie Styles. But you get your chance, at the supershow.
You get to be a name on the list of fallen competitors.
You get to be a name. What you were all along. Just a name. A name that was given too much credit around here. I figure it's time for me to show the people who the true leader of MPW is. It saddens me to say that you won't be in the picture.
I give you credit though.
You're all still willing to fight, even know your time has passed you by. Congrats, you're now a has been. You're now just mid card fodder, who can't go to the big time anymore. You aren't the Main Event caliber of me. Go back to your curtain jerk matches. Quit wasting up space in the big matches. I'm about to show you what a true competitor looks like.
I'm going to make you respect Freddie Styles.
The first and best MPW Television Champion.
Enjoy your return to irrelevance, fellas...it's crowded down there.