Post Pick Your Poison Party Planning

----------------------Sunday, December 4th, 2011----------------------

[After Pick Your Poison]

Brandon: “And STILL Champion!”

I held up my title from my seat, as Keagan straddled my lap. She grabbed my face with her hands and pulled he in for a kiss. I reached my hands around and squeezed her ass. She quickly broke the kiss.

Keagan: “Hey!”

I grinned as she gave me a pouty look and crossed her arms over her chest. I reached my hands and began to tickle her sides. She uncrossed her arms and started laughing, pushing my arms away.

Keagan: “Stop it, you know I’m ticklish!”

Brandon: “Exactly”

Keagan got off of me and fixed her shirt. I stood up with the title around my shoulder. I put it on top of my chair and looked at Keagan.

Brandon: “What do you wanna do tonight?”

Keagan: “I feel like getting really drunk”

Brandon: “You always feel like that though”

Keagan laughed as I looked at her. She was fixing her hair in the mirror.

Keagan: “Wanna go clubbing?”

I wouldn’t mind that actually. It had been a while since I really was able to unwind after a big match. Usually I had to catch a plane, or go do something with Ashley. But now Keagan always wanted to go do something, which is exactly what I wanted. A little post-show celebration. I had already showered, with Keagan, so that was fun. But I wanted to do a bit more celebrating.

Brandon: “Yeah, I really do actually. Know any good places?”

Keagan: “Yeah, there’s this-”

She was interrupted by a knock at the door. I looked at her, as she shrugged her shoulders. I turned towards the door.

Brandon: “It’s open!”

I watched as the door opened, and Carmine leaned in. He smiled and waved at Keagan and I.

Carmine: “Ready for a night of celebration?”

I laughed. I never really got to know Carmine very well, but he was a great guy.

Brandon: “Hell yeah we are. You got something in mind?”

Carmine chuckled.

Carmine: “Well it just so happens that I managed to rent out a club for the night. I was thinking you guys should go party over there. I know not all of you guys get along that well, but I’m sure you just need to hang out more”

He was right. I didn’t really get along with Corey, or Chuck, or even Jason. But that was mostly because I didn’t know them that well. I’m sure if I had a chance to get to know them, we could get along.

Keagan: “What club did you rent out, can I ask?”

Carmine: “The Republika Nightclub, you know it?”

Keagan smiled and went back to fixing her hair.

Keagan: “Yeah, a friend of mine owns it.”

Carmine smiled and smacked his fist on the door.

Carmine: “Perfect! Should make for a great night!”

He turned to leave. I looked up from my chair, where I had been sitting.

Brandon: “Will we be seeing you there Carmine?”

Carmine turned back towards me and grinned

Carmine: “I might stop by a little later. I have a few errands to run, things to do. But like I said, maybe later, when I’m all done”

Brandon: “Sweet. Have you talked to any of the other guys yet?”

Carmine: “I was just about to”

Brandon: “Don’t bother. I’ll go do it”

He looked at me from the doorway

Carmine: “You sure? I really don’t mind”

Brandon: “Nah, it’s cool, I got it. Besides, it’ll look better if I ask, maybe they’ll realize that I’d like to get to know them a bit more, you know?”

Carmine smiled again, and laughed loudly.

Carmine: “Excellent idea! Well, hopefully you guys have great fun, see you later tonight hopefully”

He closed the door behind him, and I looked over at Keagan in the mirror. She was now putting on some more makeup.

Brandon: “Good thing you’re putting on some makeup, how would the IWF Champ look next to an ugly broad like you in public”

I grinned as she flipped me off without even turning around

Keagan: “Fuck. You.”

Brandon: “Love you too baby”

I stood up and walked over to her. I grabbed her hips and kissed her neck. She tried to push me off.

Keagan: “Brandon, stop, I’m trying to do my hair!”

I let go of her and stepped back, watching her fix her hair. I figured it was time for me to go talk to everyone else.

Brandon: “How well do you know the owner of this place?”

Keagan: “Jeremy? We go way back. We did some films together”

I had become sort of used to Keagan talking about her old co-workers. If you could call them that. At first it was sort of weird to hear her talk about all the guys she had had sex with. But then I started remembering that she was doing that long before we were dating, and I had laughed and thought it was funny up until we started dating. So I couldn’t really judge her for it. She did her job, whatever it called for. So I stopped caring. It also helped that the men that I had met were pretty chill. It was all business for them. They never bragged, or seemed conceited about it. A bunch of them were actually married. If I hadn’t known, I would have never guessed that they were porn stars.

Brandon: “Is he cool? Ashley is only nineteen, and I know she’ll want to come”

Keagan: “Yeah, I can get her in, don’t worry”

Brandon: “Alright cool beans”

I smiled as I stood behind her, watching her to her hair. I remembered that I was supposed to tell the others about going out.

Brandon: “Babe I’m going to go talk to everyone about coming out tonight, sound good?”

Keagan: “Sounds good to me, I’ll finish my hair”

Brandon: “Alright, be back soon”

I smacked her ass as I walked towards the door. She grinned at me as I winked at her from the doorway. I closed it behind me as I walked outside. LaTroy and JJ were both sitting there on their phones. I assumed they were playing games or something, like they always did. I walked down the hall, towards the other dressing rooms. It was always cool to see the crew after the show, working to take everything down. Just being able to see how much work was actually done behind the scenes.

I walked over to Corey’s dressing room. It was weird, him being back. It was even weirder when he called me last week. Of all the people I expected to call me, Corey Casey was at the bottom of that list. But he seemed to genuinely want to change, and I figured why not? I had done some pretty bad shit in the past. I had been down and out, and gotten myself back up. And I did it with the help of my friends. Well, Corey didn’t really have any friends. But he called me, and I said yes, I’d help him. And so far, it’s going good.

I knocked on his locker room door.

Corey: “Who’s is it?”

Brandon: “It’s Brandon”

I heard silence on the other side of the door for a few moments. Then I heard some movement.

Corey: “Come in”

I opened the door and stuck my head inside. Corey was sitting in a chair, just staring off at the wall. He looked at me.

Corey: “What’s up?”

Brandon: “Carmine rented out a club tonight, said we should all go have a good night. Keagan and I are going, whadya’ say?”

Corey looked over at me, then back at the wall. He sat for a moment, clearly thinking. I leaned on the door.

Corey: “Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to decline this time. I have some stuff I need to work out first”

Brandon: “Alright, suit yourself”

I closed the door behind me. I hadn’t really expected Corey to want to tag along, but I had to try. I was at Chad’s room. I knew he would say yes. I knocked on the door.

Chad: “It’s open bro”

I opened the door and leaned inside. Chad looked up from his iPod and looked at me

Chad: “Brandon! What is up broski?”

Brandon: “Carmine rented out Republika tonight, you wanna go celebrate?”

Chad: “Hell yeah I do! Wait, is it gonna be NLWF bro’s and broskette’s only? Or will it be open for others too?”

Brandon: “I’m sure they’ll let others in. It would be pretty lame with just us”

Chad: “Yeah, and I feel like scoring a hottie tonight bro!”

I laughed. Chad was so funny. Although what was even funnier was the stories that I had heard from Ashley regarding his sexual abilities. Maybe he had improved since then.

Brandon: “Alright bro, Keagan and I will meet you over there?”

Chad: “For sure broski!”

I closed the door behind me. One down. I was off to Ashley’s dressing room. That would be the weirdest invitation. No, I’ll save her for last. I decided to go ask Jason first. Jason was cool, by far the friendliest person in IWF. And his girlfriend was pretty hot. She was no Keagan, but she was up there. I knew he’d be down to go out clubbing. And maybe Ashley was with them anyways.

I got to his locker room and knocked. I heard moving around and then Jason opened the door.

Jason: “Oh hai Brandon!”

Brandon: “Hey Hawk. What’s up?”

Jason: “Not much. Just celebrating being tag champion still!”

Brandon: “Fuck yeah! Wanna celebrate with more people, more music, and more alcohol?!”

Jason: “Is that even a question? Of course!”

I laughed.

Brandon: “Carmine rented out a club down the street. Republika Nightclub. Will I see you and Kat down there?”

Jason: “Of course! Couldn’t miss a night out like this!”

Brandon: “Sweet. We’ll meet you two down there then”

Jason: “Sounds like a plan”

Jason closed the locker room door, as I turned around to walk back towards Ashley’s room. Jason would tell Chuck. If he even wanted to come out. Which I didn’t think he would. I didn’t really care though. It’s his loss.

I stopped walking when I reached Ashley and Alison’s dressing room. I was about to knock, but thought better of it. If they were doing what I thought they were doing, this would be perfect.

Last week I called Ashley to apologize. I really didn’t mean to blow up at her during Thanksgiving, and I wanted to apologize for it. So I called her, and much to my surprise, I found out she was with Alison. I mean come on. Alison Williams? Of all the people to be with, she’s the last one I expected from Alison. And not just because she’s another girl. But Ashley and Alison hated each other, forever. But you know, if that’s what she wanted, I’m not one to complain. I mean, it’s not like I waited forever after breaking up to get with Keagan. So I really couldn’t say anything. And she seemed genuinely happy with her. So I was going to support her through it. She was happy for me finding Keagan too. She said we were meant for each other. I hoped she meant it.

I slowly turned the handle on the door and opened it quietly. I leaned in and looked over towards a table. Ashley was on top of Alison, kissing her. Alison had no pants on, just her underwear. Neither girl heard me walk in, and continued to make out on top of the table. Hands were flying all over each other. I pulled out my phone and texted JJ and LaTroy. Hopefully they were still on their phones.

I thought of something even better. As soon as my texts sent, I flipped open the video function on my phone and started recording. I zoomed in as Ashley’s hand made it’s way in between Alison’s legs, underneath her panties. I saw Alison take a deep breath as Ashley did this. I leaned back outside and saw a few crewmembers, one cleaning up a snack stand. I motioned for them to come over.

I heard running from outside, and turned down the hallway. JJ and LaTroy were running as fast as they could towards me. When they got to me, I opened the door, so that everyone could see the show. I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket, and grabbed a bag of popcorn from one of the crewmembers. I started eating and watched as Ashley’s hand moved faster and faster underneath Alison’s panties. Her breathing got faster and faster.

LaTroy: “Damn!”

Fucking LaTroy

Ashley: “What the fuck!”

Ashley rolled off of Alison and fell off the table. Alison turned over to see who was at the door.

Alison: “Hi Brandon!”

I smiled and waved at Alison, while punching LaTroy in the stomach

Brandon: “Hi Alison!”

I shoved the rest of the guys out of the door and closed it behind me. Ashley slowly stood up from behind the table.

Ashley: “Brandon, what the fuck?”

Brandon: “Soz Ashley. Couldn’t resist”

Ashley stood up and straightened her pants. Alison looked at both of us, then sighed and stood up.

Ashley: “How long were you standing there?”

I grinned like an idiot

Brandon: “Long enough”

Ashley crossed her arms and frowned at me. Alison hugged Ashley and kissed her.

Alison: “Relax Ashy cake. It’s nothing he’s never seen before”

I grinned again. She was right. Ashley sighed and uncrossed her arms.

Ashley: “So was there a reason you came in here Brandon?”

Brandon: “You mean besides to watch you two go at it?”

Ashley frowned again. This didn’t last long as Alison saw her frown, took her hand and smacked Ashley’s ass hard. Ashley yelped and jumped a bit, but then turned around and smiled at Alison.

Ashley: “You’re asking for it woman”

Brandon: “Oh boy, round two”

Both girls turned and looked at me.

Ashley: “Brandon, just tell us what you want please?”

Brandon: “Oh right. I remember now. Carmine rented out Rebublika nightclub. Just down the road. A bunch of us are going. Chad, Jason, Kat, Keagan and I. Can we count you two in?”

Ashley: “I’m only nineteen though”

Fuck America and their stupid drinking age. Twenty-one is way too old. Why couldn’t their age be nineteen like most of Canada? It was stupid. But this was irrelevant, since Keagan could get Ashley in.

Brandon: “No biggie, Keagan knows the owner, he worked with her I guess. She can get you in”

Ashley: “Are you sure?”

Brandon: “Positive. She told me she could, I trust her”

Ashley: “Alright then, what do you think Ali?”

Alison: “Umm, it sounds like fun. Brando, can I dance with you?”

I laughed.

Brandon: “Only if it’s okay with Ashley”

Ashley: “As long as you dance with me more”

Alison: “Obviously I will k?”

Ashley leaned in and kissed Alison briefly. Man why did they have to be so hot?

Brandon: “Alright, I’m gonna go, so you two can get back to doing whatever it is you were doing. Meet over at my locker room, and we’ll head over together. Sound good?”

Ashley: “Will do”

I closed the door behind me and walked back down the hallway. This night had all the makings of a good time. Keagan and I could literally have fun anywhere, anytime. Just the two of us. And we could do that without fucking. We used to do it all the time. You add in the hottest lesbian/bisexual couple in the world, and throw on some Jason Hawk and his hot girlfriend, then top it off with a little sprinkle of Chad Mason, and you’ve got all the ingredients to a fucking great night.

I opened the door to my locker room. Keagan was sitting in front of a mirror, doing her makeup. I walked over to her and pulled up a chair. I sat down beside her, and just watched her do her makeup.

Keagan: “Do I look pretty enough for you yet?”

I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She giggled softly.

Brandon: “Pretty close”

Keagan: “Well obviously it’s impossible for me to measure up to a stud like you. But I’m trying right?”

Brandon: “And that’s all that matters”

Keagan reached over and punched my shoulder.

Keagan: “Why am I dating you again?”

Brandon: “Good question”

Keagan grinned and went back to her makeup. I sat back in the chair and watched her.

Keagan: “Aren’t you going to get dressed or changed or something?”

Brandon: “I’m a guy. Do you know how easy it is for me to dress for a club? I just need to put on jeans and a t-shirt”

Keagan: “Well then do it. You’re wasting time just watching me do my makeup”

Brandon: “But you look so pretty doing it”

Keagan: “Oh shut up. Get dressed”

Brandon: “Yes mommy”

I smiled and stood up from my chair. I walked over to my suitcase and pulled out a pair of jeans and a tank top. I pulled the top over my bare chest and pulled my jeans up. I looked through the bag.

Brandon: “What shirt should I wear Keagan? My Smang It shirt? Or my Don’t Hassle the Hoff shirt?”

Keagan: “Wear the Hoff shirt. I like it more. Plus it’s tighter. Show’s off your muscles more”

I pulled the shirt over my head. She was right, it was pretty tight. My biceps barely fit in the shirt.

Brandon: “Well I’m not trying to impress anyone with these”

Keagan stood up from her seat and walked over to me. She hugged me and squeezed my arms.

Keagan: “You’re impressing me”

Brandon: “Like that counts”

Just then, there was a knock at our door. I turned my head as the door opened slightly. Ashley poked her head in and looked at us.

Ashley: “I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

Brandon: “Would you care if you were?”

Ashley: “Not after what you did”

Keagan: “What did you do?”

I turned towards Keagan and kissed her quickly

Brandon: “I’ll tell you later. You’ll laugh, don’t worry”

Keagan smiled and grabbed her purse. I grabbed my title belt and threw it over my shoulder.

Brandon: “I’m ready for a great fucking night”

Keagan: “Me too. Let’s go have some good old fashioned Portland fun”

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It’s beginning to look a lot

Like

Christmas!

And after Christmas comes the New Year.

2012 is almost upon us. Which means that 2011 is nearly over.

What a year it’s been.

And I mean that for myself only. Because lets be honest. Who’s had a better year than this guy right here?

Lets look at it over the months. When the year started, I had already left NLWF on the top of the world, to go and serve the United States Armed Forces in Iraq. They kidnapped my wife. I went and got her back. I won’t go into details about what happened over there, mostly because I don’t want remember. But I did my job, and shut down a terrorist operation from the inside. Then I came back with my wife, safe and sound.

This was the end of February. I was planning on making a triumphant return to the NLWF. I had my briefcase still. But alas, I learned that the NLWF was no more. So I thought about a return to the UFC. I could still do it. I was still champion technically at the time. I ended up losing it to Jon Jones later in March. But I wasn’t sure if I’d want to return full time to the UFC

Then I ran into Corey Casey on a plane. He told me that the NLWF was dead, gone forever. I wasn’t surprised. The way Nick was running things; it was only a matter of time. But Corey told me something very interesting. He told me that Chuck and him were starting their own company. A wrestling federation, for all those suddenly jobless. So naturally, I wanted in. I had the business background, I had wrestling federation ownership history, with Fight the World and the London Wrestling Monarchy. So Corey agreed, and we became part-owners of the Insurgency Wrestling Federation.

Of course, being owner wasn’t going to stop me from competing. It took me almost two months, but I became the second ever IWF Heavyweight Champion.

But there was a lot going on in my life. I got into drugs. Anna left me. I started dating/fucking Alison Williams. And while that was fun, it wasn’t going to last. I somehow managed to win match after match, even though I was high out of my mind. I still can’t remember full days during that drug run.

Yet somehow, I managed to defend my title against Dan Alexander. Then I fought Jason Hawk, the Full Throttle Champion. And then I died.

Obviously I was brought back by the paramedics. But I was dead for a full fifteen minutes or so. I don’t know how I came back, or what happened. A miracle from God. After I woke up from my coma, I had a mission. I was working for God now. I was spreading his word to all the people of the world. But God began to fail me. I lost my wife to Chuck Matthews. However, I was with his daughter for a while, so I suppose I had it coming.

And then after losing at From the Ashes, I haven’t lost since. That’s twelve straight matches folks. I’ve won eleven of them, and tied one. I’m the IWF Champion. I’ve defended my belt, in an absolute destruction of Robbie Hart. No one is close to being able to stop me. Not Robbie Hart. Not Steel Angel. Certainly not Stygian. No one can stop me.

That’s why I laugh at Steel Angel last week. He challenged me to a match at New Years Evil.

Steel, or is it Dark Angel now? I don’t know. Some ripoff of Death-Angel.

Either way, what makes you worthy of fighting me at New Years Evil?

The fact that you won ten matches in a row, and defended your title four times? Hate to break it to you buddy, but that’s the New Blood title. I could have fifty wins in a row if I was fighting Matt Rydell and The Ninja every week. That means nothing to me. Until you’ve won matches against Corey Casey, against Chuck Matthews, against Jason Hawk, your wins mean nothing.

Or maybe you’re going to tell me that you beat Death-Angel, and now you deserve the shot.

Give me a break.

Anyone can beat Death-Angel. You know, for a guy who’s that big, you’d think he’d be better. But he often loses against top-tier guys.

But still, that is a much better accomplishment than beating the likes of Matthew’s Rydell and Young. So I’ll give you that one. However, that doesn’t mean you’re worthy of a title shot now does it?

But I’ll tell you what. I’m feeling pretty generous lately. So I’m not going to say no.

I’m going to make you wait until this week’s show to get your answer. I’ll tell you then whether or not you get your shot.

In the meantime, you can watch me and one half of the world’s hottest lesbian couple beat the shit out of Bryan Blaze and your little Asian girlfriend. It’s going to be funny.

I’ve beaten both these superstars before. Actually I take that back. Superstars is not the term I should use. They are neither super nor stars. I guess, hired wrestlers would be the best word.

Last week Bryan Blaze did next to nothing as Chad and I ran through him and Robbie Hart. I don’t see that changing this week.

Kurumi fought me in the BftB tournament. I beat her on one leg.

Nuff said

So this week is going to be another walkthrough for me and my tag team partner

Hai Ashley!

How’s it going?

Enjoy life as a lesbian?

How does it feel to know that you’re one of the hottest people in the world, and that’s been amplified even more by the fact that you’re munching on rug now?

Anyways, enough about that. I hope you’re ready for this week. All those times we’ve fought against each other. And then all those times that you were my manager. And now, we actually get to be a team. I’m excited.

Are you?

I know you are, because you get to impress your girlfriend again. And then the two of you can have some sweet lesbian sex in the locker room. You should film it next time. I’d pay good money to see Alison turn you into a human faucet.

Anyways, I’m getting sidetracked. Let’s just go out there this week and kick the shit out of Bryan Blaze and Kurumi.

Sound good?