OH MY GOD
Pressure Point 52
March 10, 2003
Starring: Kayden Paulton & A Beautiful Blonde.
Backstage, Kayden Paulton was in a really good mood as he walked down the hallway. You wouldn’t think he would be after getting knocked out by a barbed wire board at the hands of Sharc last week. So why is he in a good mood? Well, luckily he was talking to himself so we know why.
“Man, I’m SUPER DUPER happy that former PIW Wrestler, Sharc, is in Action now! Man, I thought he was going to retire. YAY FOR SHARC!”
“Kayden!” Came the cry from a woman off-screen, halting Kayden in his travels to wherever he was going. “Kayden Paulton! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!” That was when she appeared in view, to a nice pop from the Crowd. After all, it was a beautiful blonde, every wrestling Fan’s favorite kind of woman.
“Hi!” Kayden greeted.
She let out a girly scream, but Kayden just kept smiling.
“I can’t believe it’s really you,” she said. “I’m like, your only, I mean, your biggest Fan! I’m sorry, I’m so nervous.”
“That’s quite alright miss. Nothing to be scared about here. It’s just me.” Kayden answered.
That was when the beautiful blonde held up her left arm, which had a cast on it.
“I was wondering, if you could sign this for me? It would make me feel so much better.” She handed him a black marker and smiled seductively at him.
“Sign your cast? Well anything for my biggest Fan. It would be my pleasure miss.” He reached for her cast, but then she pulled her left arm away.
“Oh, no, no, no. Not my cast...”
That was when she began unbuttoning her top, getting a nice pop from the Crowd as all the buttons of her red silk blouse were loosed.
“Um, ma’am, you... maybe... you, shouldn’t.” Kayden said, sounding a little guilty, but nevertheless not taking his eyes of off her fingers and then the more and more skin that was becoming visible. “This could make you look bad on TV, ma’am. And, like, I’m sure you’re too smart to look bad on TV... though I’m not saying you do look bad on TV... to be honest you look really good... but I don’t meant that as hitting on you because I don’t want you to think that because I’m...”
She cut him off. “I was wondering. If you could sign... here.” She said, revealing a black bra underneath her top, and then running her cast across her breasts.
That was when danger appeared behind Kayden Paulton. No, not Max Danger.
Sharc.
He slowly and silently had crept up behind Paulton and now was inches away as Kayden fumbled a bit, trying to pull the top off of the marker.
WHACK!
Chair to the back of Paulton’s skull.
The blonde woman immediately began buttoning her top again and smiled as Sharc stared at her. He returned the smile.
“So Kayden Paulton.” Sharc said winding up the chair for another shot that hit Kayden as he lay on the floor, motionless, no doubt already knocked out by the blind attack.
WHACK.
“I’d like to introduce you to my valet. Her name is Bait. And she belongs to me.”
WHACK.
“And if you ever try to touch her again, this will be Heaven compared to what I’m gonna do to you.”
WHACK!
“I’ve hated Action since Jim Johnson showed me this place and that pussy Reed Young refused to do a crossover angle with PIW. I’ve hated every funny, happy character this hell-hole has to offer to the wrestling world.”
WHACK!
“This isn’t the 1980’s anymore, Kayden.”
WHACK!
“The hardcore--”
WHACK!
“Era--”
WHACK!
“Has--”
WHACK!
“Begun!”
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Sharc picked up his steel chair, which was bent to hell from being driven into all parts of Kayden’s body. After a sick smile, he tossed the thing aside, walked over to Bait, wrapped his right arm around her waist, and the duo headed away from Kayden’s body.
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