Jay_Smash
League Member
"Warning, what you are about to see may not be suitable for anyone under the age of 18."
:::::It’s 12:00 noon on a busy afternoon. The clouds are rolling in, hiding the sun from a bright an sunny day. The heat is still high even when the wind blows. Hundreds of people walking on the sidewalks of New York, block to block covered as they pass several cars in traffic. They continue stare as he walks by. His scars are the first thing they notice, but the burns on his back are the last thing they see before they are blinded by everyone walking by.
Through the sliding glass doors and into a building, it looks as if it’s been a very popular place. The tiny waterfall in the front lobby makes the place look very rich and clean. Ladies walking in high heels can be hard passing by on the marble floor while even the sound of his boots makes a presence. The lobby is not very quiet, as employees are running through and taking care of business as they rush to get on their lunch breaks. When a women passes by, she drops a folder, causing a few sheets to drop onto the floor with the CSWA logo printed at the top like a cover letter. Smash does not even take a second to look down to help until the young women bends down to pick up the papers.
Smash glances at the women as her tight skirt rises a bit when she bends down. The lady stops for a second, then stares up to find Jay Smash still staring, but with his hair down over his eyes and a look as if he hasn’t had sleep in a couple of days. The lady notices a black steel chair in his hands with the Gold Rush acceptance sheet held over it. She stands up with the papers and lifts her arm up at Jay Smash.:::::
The Skirt: Are you Jay Smash? It’s… It’s nice to meet you, my name is Kathleen, and I work for the CSWA. You don’t have to wait here in line if you don’t want to… I
:::::Jay Smash takes what Kathleen says as a way to push himself forward. Smash begins to pull people out of line while they watch Jay Smash get closer to the desk. At the front, a buff young man tries to join the Gold Rush tournament to prove how good he is right away, but the desk won’t allow him to participate. The young man argues with the manager at the desk until Smash taps on the young man’s shoulder.:::::
Young Man: Quit it… Listen I’ve got every right to be in that tournament like everyone else and if you don’t accept me I’ll….
:::::Jay Smash taps on the young man’s shoulder once again, this time he turns around to yell at Jay Smash only to find himself at level with the top of his chest. The young man cuts off before saying anything, then he walks out of line, a little shocked to see the EUWC World Heavyweight Championship on the man’s shoulder. When the young man walks away, Jay Smash moves forward and the manager looks up and smiles at Smash.:::::
Manager: Yes sir, how may I help you?
Jay Smash: I’ve received this paper from someone who remains anonymous.
Manager: I’m sorry, we are no longer taking the acceptance sheet up here at the desk, you are going to have to find one of the CSWA employees that are running the Gold Rush tournament, thank you.
Jay Smash: You are a CSWA employee aren’t you?
Manager: Listen sir, as you can see, we are very busy, and… oh my, you’ve got a lot of cuts and bruises there, you should really get those checked… Sorry, you will have to exit the line and find someone that is working on the tournament, okay?
:::::The manager turns his head down with bulging eyes for a moment, then continues to work while both hands down on the desk. Smash stares at the manager for a moment before raising his chair in the air and slamming the steel down on the hands of the manager! The bones can be heard cracking from the shot, while the desk has a dent left in it with the manager’s hands shoved inside. The manager begins to cry out with a loud yell in the lobby that stops everyone from walking and talking. Kathleen runs over and grabs Jay Smash by the arm to turn him around.:::::
Kathleen: What the hell is wrong with you!?
:::::Jay Smash turns back to the manager, grabs his hands from the desk and begins to squeeze as he pulls him forward.:::::
Kathleen: Please stop! We need help! Security!
Jay Smash: Now, can you help me find exactly who I am supposed to give this paper to?
Manager: Ahh, Ahhh, uh, ummm, oh god, Kath-leen, can help you. Sh… sh… she is r… r-running the tournament, please help me, someone, oh god….
:::::Jay Smash drops the manager’s hands, then pulls Kathleen by the arm and begins to drag her through the lobby and towards the elevator. When the elevator doors open, security finally runs down the stairs and to the lobby. The elevator doors shut, and they head up the building while people in the lobby point to the elevator.::::
Kathleen: Let me go! What is wrong with you, do you have any kind of respect for anyone? You are a sick human being!
Jay Smash: I’m accepting the invitation to the Gold Rush tournament. Here.
:::::Jay Smash hands the sheet to Kathleen who grabs it then looks away. Smash continues to stare down at Kathleen till she looks back up at him.:::::
Kathleen: What!
:::::The elevator doors open and both Kathleen and Smash walk out. They walks down the hallway then enter an office where Kathleen walks over behind the desk and Jay Smash stands at the door.:::::
Kathleen: Okay, I want to get this over with as quick as possible because it’s safe to say that I don’t like you and I don’t want to see your face ever again, so if you can get a little closer, sit down and sign a few things that would be just terrific.
:::::Jay Smash does not sit right away, but instead slowly looks around the office, at pictures of Kathleen with several historic wrestlers. He looks calm as he takes a look around, until one picture catches his eye. An image of Kathleen as a child, standing with his father James Smash.:::::
Jay Smash: You’ve met my father…
Kathleen: I’ve met a lot of people Mr. Smash, now please just sign these documents so you can join the tournament, and we can go on with our own lives.
Jay Smash: Why so upset? You don’t think someone else has been thinking about breaking that guys hands and watching him cry? You have never thought about doing something to him?
Kathleen: That’s not the point. Thinking about it and doing it is different.
Jay Smash: That’s bottled up emotion right there. You sound angry on the inside.
Kathleen: Are you my psychiatrist now?
Jay Smash: So you have a psychiatrist for this problem then?
Kathleen: What? No, you’re changing the subject!
Jay Smash: I think I know you very well at this point Kathleen. I can tell you’ve loved wrestling since you were a child. You’ve met some very popular superstars that have probably taught you a lot as a child as they did for me. You were probably a bright student, you made it to college and got a job here in the CSWA, working with wrestlers. I’m sure you have seen me around, I’ve been in several federations before hitting it big. You also probably know a lot about everyone as well, being that bright individual that you are you know that I’ve had some tragedies that have made me the way that I am. I can’t control my urges Kathleen. Some urges are better than others. For example, I had the urge to break that man’s hands downstairs in the lobby, but I also have the urge to push off all these papers from your desk and see what you’re hiding under that tight skirt of yours. And by the sound of it, you are holding back… I can tell there is something on your mind as well… You like scars?
Kathleen: You… You’re wrong about me… I wasn’t that bright in High School, and I didn’t graduate college to get this job. And I have hit that guy downstairs before….
Jay Smash: Really?
Kathleen: Mhmm… Hard.
Jay Smash: Well then… Maybe I should sign these paper now.
:::::Before Smash can lift the pen, Kathleen grabs Smash’s hand. Smash drops his hand away from the pen and watches as Kathleen stands up and walks over to Smash. Smash stays in his seat while Kathleen sits on top of Smash and begins to slowly connect her lips with his. Smash begins to grow more aggressive, then grabs Kathleen up as she locks her legs around Smash’s back. Smash shoves the papers off the desk, then drops Kathleen on the desk. Smash pops the buttons off Kathleen’s skirt, then opens the shirt wide open to reveal her bra. Smash begins to shove his face between Kathleen’s breasts while tearing the bra off her chest. The image is hidden through Kathleen’s shirt, but Smash begins to bite down on her nipple, then sucks away as she moans and scratches her finger nails across Smash’s back. Smash moves down her body, then slips off Kathleen’s panties through her skirt. Smash shoves his head down her skirt as Kathleen grips the edge of the desk and shuts her eyes tight, loving every second.
Before Smash can go any further, there is a knock at the door and an announcement that security is on there way up. Smash’s head comes back from under Kathleen’s skirt as he wipes his mouth off. Kathleen sits up and begins to button her shirt back up while Smash signs the documents on the floor. After Smash signs the documents, he hands them to Kathleen who continues to fix her outfit and clean up the mess on the floor. Security knocks once, when Kathleen helps Smash escape through another room in the office and out a window’s fire escape. The security finally breaks the door down to find Kathleen sitting at her desk with everything back on her desk, and no sign of Jay Smash anywhere.:::::
Security: We’re sorry Miss Kat, we thought that guy from the lobby might still be here. If you hear anything, just call down to the front desk.
Kathleen: Okay, no problem.
Security: Mmm, it smells good in here, new perfume?
Kathleen: Thanks, I’ll call if I hear anything, bye.
:::::The security walks out and shuts the door, leaving Kathleen in her office alone. Kathleen stands up and runs to the window to see if Smash got away, but there was no sign of anyone in the alley out the window. But the documents have been signed, and it is now official… Jay Smash will be at the CSWA’s Gold Rush tournament.:::::
