Good-bye Heather, Hello Abby
Nov 20, 2015 12:16:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 12:16:02 GMT -5
Kellen Klein woke up with a bad hang over on Thursday morning. After what happened at 3rd Strike, he needed the booze just process everything that had happened. Again, he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, so figuring out how in the hell he lost that match after putting in an effort that no one was expecting from him did a number on his noggin. After getting screamed at by Heather Chalmers about the whole ordeal, from what he understood is that Skylar Cloud basically took advantage of his hard work. All he could do about it was mope on twitter. What else was he supposed to do? He was positive that he won. He eliminated Mercy Williams, hoping that would end their little war of words then he did the thing that nobody thought possible, he eliminated Shinma. He was on a God damn role, but he just wasn't thinking. He didn't blame Skylar Cloud as she was well within the rules. He didn't blame anybody but himself. He got lost in the moment; he got overzealous and that obnoxious young lady took his title from him. All he could do from there was give his respect to her on twitter. Of course, she wouldn't care ...but perhaps it would get him a good random lay in the future. Sure, she was completely full of shit, but she was hot.
On top of that, the smart Heather left him because she saw him as a complete failure despite giving it his all. She was mostly frustrated that she was screaming at him that Skylar was sliding back into the ring but he was so caught up on what he believed was a win that he didn't listen to her. Though, he rarely DID listen to a lot of things she said. That was also a concern as she threw his stuff at him. There was a lot of things that was shouted at him ...he thought that she said she was pregnant, but he was probably drunk and didn't hear her right. He tuned out how she said he would be a horrible father. There came a point where just told her to leave to which she did ...and that was last he would ever see of Heather Chalmers (for at least nine months).
Kellen woke up missing having two Heathers. Now, he only had the one, and she was the stupid one ...but at least she was hot. However, he did like having the choice between a blonde and a dark haired woman. He was even thinking about adding a red head to the group ...now he has to practically start all over again in more ways than one. Kellen actually was having a bad week and he NEVER has those. Normally, Klein has always been a very positive person ...mostly because he gets what he wants on a fairly regular basis. The Party Boy was upset, but he knew that pissing and moaning that he was cheated was the absolutely worst thing for him, so he opted to be a sad sack for the first time in a long to himself rather than berate people for the world being unjust. Klein was never intelligent, but the statuesque frat boy was not ignorant either. Blaming others for is short comings was going get to him nowhere. It was just right before the match, he pictured himself waking up with the title on the night stand and two beautiful women to each side because earned both of those things.
What did he really wake up to?
Well, he certainly didn't wake up in bed, but instead he was crouched down in the corner with several empty beer bottles surrounding. No titles and no women. Though, he suspected the remaining one was somewhere. Heather Skinner was confused as to what happened nor did she ever see Kellen as marriage material like Chalmers did (...because Chalmers was just as delusional as she was smart). To Skinner, this was just a fun romp with a hot guy. Heather Skinner never planned for the next day, much less marriage. That one wasn't going anywhere, any time soon. Klein figured it would be nice for once to not have someone questioning everything he said with stuff he barely understood. The thing was, one woman was never going to be enough for him. Maybe it wasn't fair, but he needed more than just one person in his life. He never considered himself a poli, but more of a hedonist than anything else. Klein wanted the women around, but never wanted to be exclusive to anyone. He was selfish in that regard. He preferred that all of his female friends but friends with benefits ...and none of them care nor think that they were in something meaningful. Though he hoped at least two or three of them would be cool with dawning a bikini because if he believed in anything ...it was that a party should follow him everywhere he goes.
As he came to, he worried that his amazing entrance at Third Strike was his last party ever. Could he ever put the pieces back together? He liked who he was most of his life ...but maybe that was because he had never been broken by someone or something else. As he followed the smell of something burning out on the front porch, he realized that he was experiencing something he never felt before: heartbreak. No, not for Heather Chalmers, but for the fact that he actually wanted something. That something was in his hands and taken away from him. It was his first real rejection, but that made him want it even more as we watched Skylar strut that sweet ass out there. Never had he wanted to both punch a person in the face, but also cum on it all once. But, again, fair and square.
On desk near the front door was an open can of Coors which he picked up. To his pleasure, it was half-full. A smile appeared on his face as he finally figured out what the burning smell was on the front porch. Now, a lot of his brothers and girlfriends loved to smoke the ganj, but it never did anything for him. It made him tired and hungry. Beer was so much better because as opposed to making him just sit around watching television, it made him awesome. There was no competition for him. Heather Skinner, however, was different. She like the bud even more than she liked booze, probably because it didn't go to her gut like booze did. Maybe Kellen didn't help there as, whenever it seemed as if she was even getting a little bit of a belly, he would take marker and circle it so she would know what she needed to improve on. It was a dick move, but it just made everyone happy. Anyways, he heard her giggling with someone else; another female. For a moment he thought maybe other Heather was back, but when he stepped outside, he was a tad disappointment to see that it was not Heather Chalmers, but a girl he had never seen before. But, at least it was a girl.
“Oh babe,” Heather Skinner said right after exhaling a large cloud of smoke and passing the pipe onto her unnamed friend. “How is my favorite Dirty South Champion?”
“It is Old North, babe, and, for the last time, I didn't win it.” Kellen followed by taking a swig of his warm beer. He looked to the very attractive, but super flat chested, friend of Heathers and waved. “Hi, I am …
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know who you are. Sucks about your loss. It also sucks that you have resigned to being passive aggressive on twitter rather than going after the bitch who screwed you.” The mystery girl wearing a Bob Marley said as she laid back with her pipe in hand.
“I am sorry, who are...”
“Kellen,” Heather cut him off with great excitement. “This is my friend, Abby.”
“Well, I think drug dealer is the correct term, but I like talking to you.” Abby turned her head to Kellen. “Dude, she is a trip. She straight up believes that it is a law that when a guy asks you to get into a van that it is mandatory that you take off your shirt. What did her dad do to her?”
“Yeah, she is pretty great.” Kellen added, maybe not understanding what Abby was getting at.
“Abby sells me my E.” Heather added, DEFINITELY not understanding what Abby was talking about. “She also wrestles.”
“I would say I dabble more or less ...but it was getting the way of my real career.” Once she finished speaking, she lit up her bowl and held in the smoke.
“Why are you so upset?” Heather asked looking at the bags under his eyes.
“Sorry, babe, I am just very hung over due to what happened last night with the match.”
“Dude, get over it.” The young drug dealer said in almost robotic voice with smoke billowing out of her mouth like a dragon. “Nobody is going to feel sorry for you. You are an asshole douche bag who is proud of it; who has no shame ...and now you play this 'poor me' pity card because you lost a battle royal for a title that's only lineage is that it is held by a woman who won it by not fighting. Dude, you at least fought and took out the fucker who everyone had pegged to win. Build a fucking bridge, you tool.”
“What did you just call me?” You could call Kellen anything in the book and he would be fine. The only exception was the word tool. That was what he labeled people like Mercy Williams and Aric Keaton; people who only put in half the effort, failed, but think they could get by doing the same shit ...because they thought they were special or something. Again, he wasn't smart, but he didn't have his head up his own ass … did he? “I am not a tool. I just had a lot riding on that match and I was so sure I had it won. I was going to be a champion AND FINALLY have a three-way that I had been trying to broker forever.”
“I will totally have a threesome with you ...but you have to shut the fuck up about something you can't change,” Abby said casually as she set her piece pipe down.
“Really?” There was no way it could be that easy.
“Sure.” Abby shrugged. “You're hot and Heather and I have like hooked up like a dozen times.
"
“Wait ...really?” He looked to Heather who blushed a bit. He didn't know if that was cheating or not. In all fairness, she probably didn't either. One thing was for sure, he really liked this girl.
“Plus,” Abby said standing up, unbuttoning her jeans, and pulling them off on the front porch to see. “I fucking hate pants. I don't even know why they were invented. If I have any chance to take them off, I am going to use it.
"
“You know,” Kellen began with a wide smile on his as Abby's pants were already down to her toes and she sat down to pull them over her feet “I think I have a bikini with your name on it.”
“Cool beans.” Abby spoke calmly as she stood on their porch in her t-shirt and chonies. Kellen thought that maybe he COULD get over this whole thing after all.
On top of that, the smart Heather left him because she saw him as a complete failure despite giving it his all. She was mostly frustrated that she was screaming at him that Skylar was sliding back into the ring but he was so caught up on what he believed was a win that he didn't listen to her. Though, he rarely DID listen to a lot of things she said. That was also a concern as she threw his stuff at him. There was a lot of things that was shouted at him ...he thought that she said she was pregnant, but he was probably drunk and didn't hear her right. He tuned out how she said he would be a horrible father. There came a point where just told her to leave to which she did ...and that was last he would ever see of Heather Chalmers (for at least nine months).
Kellen woke up missing having two Heathers. Now, he only had the one, and she was the stupid one ...but at least she was hot. However, he did like having the choice between a blonde and a dark haired woman. He was even thinking about adding a red head to the group ...now he has to practically start all over again in more ways than one. Kellen actually was having a bad week and he NEVER has those. Normally, Klein has always been a very positive person ...mostly because he gets what he wants on a fairly regular basis. The Party Boy was upset, but he knew that pissing and moaning that he was cheated was the absolutely worst thing for him, so he opted to be a sad sack for the first time in a long to himself rather than berate people for the world being unjust. Klein was never intelligent, but the statuesque frat boy was not ignorant either. Blaming others for is short comings was going get to him nowhere. It was just right before the match, he pictured himself waking up with the title on the night stand and two beautiful women to each side because earned both of those things.
What did he really wake up to?
Well, he certainly didn't wake up in bed, but instead he was crouched down in the corner with several empty beer bottles surrounding. No titles and no women. Though, he suspected the remaining one was somewhere. Heather Skinner was confused as to what happened nor did she ever see Kellen as marriage material like Chalmers did (...because Chalmers was just as delusional as she was smart). To Skinner, this was just a fun romp with a hot guy. Heather Skinner never planned for the next day, much less marriage. That one wasn't going anywhere, any time soon. Klein figured it would be nice for once to not have someone questioning everything he said with stuff he barely understood. The thing was, one woman was never going to be enough for him. Maybe it wasn't fair, but he needed more than just one person in his life. He never considered himself a poli, but more of a hedonist than anything else. Klein wanted the women around, but never wanted to be exclusive to anyone. He was selfish in that regard. He preferred that all of his female friends but friends with benefits ...and none of them care nor think that they were in something meaningful. Though he hoped at least two or three of them would be cool with dawning a bikini because if he believed in anything ...it was that a party should follow him everywhere he goes.
As he came to, he worried that his amazing entrance at Third Strike was his last party ever. Could he ever put the pieces back together? He liked who he was most of his life ...but maybe that was because he had never been broken by someone or something else. As he followed the smell of something burning out on the front porch, he realized that he was experiencing something he never felt before: heartbreak. No, not for Heather Chalmers, but for the fact that he actually wanted something. That something was in his hands and taken away from him. It was his first real rejection, but that made him want it even more as we watched Skylar strut that sweet ass out there. Never had he wanted to both punch a person in the face, but also cum on it all once. But, again, fair and square.
On desk near the front door was an open can of Coors which he picked up. To his pleasure, it was half-full. A smile appeared on his face as he finally figured out what the burning smell was on the front porch. Now, a lot of his brothers and girlfriends loved to smoke the ganj, but it never did anything for him. It made him tired and hungry. Beer was so much better because as opposed to making him just sit around watching television, it made him awesome. There was no competition for him. Heather Skinner, however, was different. She like the bud even more than she liked booze, probably because it didn't go to her gut like booze did. Maybe Kellen didn't help there as, whenever it seemed as if she was even getting a little bit of a belly, he would take marker and circle it so she would know what she needed to improve on. It was a dick move, but it just made everyone happy. Anyways, he heard her giggling with someone else; another female. For a moment he thought maybe other Heather was back, but when he stepped outside, he was a tad disappointment to see that it was not Heather Chalmers, but a girl he had never seen before. But, at least it was a girl.
“Oh babe,” Heather Skinner said right after exhaling a large cloud of smoke and passing the pipe onto her unnamed friend. “How is my favorite Dirty South Champion?”
“It is Old North, babe, and, for the last time, I didn't win it.” Kellen followed by taking a swig of his warm beer. He looked to the very attractive, but super flat chested, friend of Heathers and waved. “Hi, I am …
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know who you are. Sucks about your loss. It also sucks that you have resigned to being passive aggressive on twitter rather than going after the bitch who screwed you.” The mystery girl wearing a Bob Marley said as she laid back with her pipe in hand.
“I am sorry, who are...”
“Kellen,” Heather cut him off with great excitement. “This is my friend, Abby.”
“Well, I think drug dealer is the correct term, but I like talking to you.” Abby turned her head to Kellen. “Dude, she is a trip. She straight up believes that it is a law that when a guy asks you to get into a van that it is mandatory that you take off your shirt. What did her dad do to her?”
“Yeah, she is pretty great.” Kellen added, maybe not understanding what Abby was getting at.
“Abby sells me my E.” Heather added, DEFINITELY not understanding what Abby was talking about. “She also wrestles.”
“I would say I dabble more or less ...but it was getting the way of my real career.” Once she finished speaking, she lit up her bowl and held in the smoke.
“Why are you so upset?” Heather asked looking at the bags under his eyes.
“Sorry, babe, I am just very hung over due to what happened last night with the match.”
“Dude, get over it.” The young drug dealer said in almost robotic voice with smoke billowing out of her mouth like a dragon. “Nobody is going to feel sorry for you. You are an asshole douche bag who is proud of it; who has no shame ...and now you play this 'poor me' pity card because you lost a battle royal for a title that's only lineage is that it is held by a woman who won it by not fighting. Dude, you at least fought and took out the fucker who everyone had pegged to win. Build a fucking bridge, you tool.”
“What did you just call me?” You could call Kellen anything in the book and he would be fine. The only exception was the word tool. That was what he labeled people like Mercy Williams and Aric Keaton; people who only put in half the effort, failed, but think they could get by doing the same shit ...because they thought they were special or something. Again, he wasn't smart, but he didn't have his head up his own ass … did he? “I am not a tool. I just had a lot riding on that match and I was so sure I had it won. I was going to be a champion AND FINALLY have a three-way that I had been trying to broker forever.”
“I will totally have a threesome with you ...but you have to shut the fuck up about something you can't change,” Abby said casually as she set her piece pipe down.
“Really?” There was no way it could be that easy.
“Sure.” Abby shrugged. “You're hot and Heather and I have like hooked up like a dozen times.
"
“Wait ...really?” He looked to Heather who blushed a bit. He didn't know if that was cheating or not. In all fairness, she probably didn't either. One thing was for sure, he really liked this girl.
“Plus,” Abby said standing up, unbuttoning her jeans, and pulling them off on the front porch to see. “I fucking hate pants. I don't even know why they were invented. If I have any chance to take them off, I am going to use it.
"
“You know,” Kellen began with a wide smile on his as Abby's pants were already down to her toes and she sat down to pull them over her feet “I think I have a bikini with your name on it.”
“Cool beans.” Abby spoke calmly as she stood on their porch in her t-shirt and chonies. Kellen thought that maybe he COULD get over this whole thing after all.