Short, but incredibly sweet
Jun 26, 2016 14:50:11 GMT -6
Spencer Adams, Alex Richards, and 2 more like this
Post by jessicabuck on Jun 26, 2016 14:50:11 GMT -6
Okay, okay, okay ...once I make my television debut there are going to be a lot of things said about me. Are they true? Yeah, pretty much and I make no bones about what I am. “Hot as Fuck” Jessica Buck was born extremely attractive and she is going to have fun with those benefits. I AM an exhibitionist. I AM a hedonist. And YES, I am sexy and I know. Will I use every bit of that sexuality to my damn advantage in the ring? Of course I will ...but not because it will help me win, that is just a benefit. The fact is this: I like fucking with people's heads as much as I enjoy fucking people in general. There is nothing more liberating than knowing that all you have to do to control a match is to show up in a bikini; to roll around the ring with them in baby and they are putty in your hands. That is just as arousing as the sex.
When I step into the ring, I am going to be called every name in the book because I have a body that love to put to use and show off and use to my advantage. I will be called slut or a whore or a skank, and that is probably by my own gender. God knows what the boys are going to call me, but they only do it because they want to jump my bones and they HATE that, no matter, they know I control them. I say the word and they do what want. I bat my eyes and they are licking my feet. I bend over, they lay down for the one, two, three. It is really that simple. It is that loss of control as to why I will be called names. Though, nobody freaks out when a guy behaves like this. Also, it isn't like I have a train being run on my every night nor that I am not super safe when it comes to be careful. The “lifestyle” is something that I play up in the ring. Yeah, I live it, but it isn't like I am be banged all the time or jumping in bed with every guy who buys me a drink. However, it is fun to let them believe that they have a chance. It isn't a game if they know that they are actually out of my league. Though, I should note that the being sexy thing can't be turned off even if I wanted to and yeah, sometimes being the most gorgeous woman in the room can be a bit much ...but I guess that is why I got myself a manager.
“I don't get it. We are celebrating election day?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as a lounged poolside at the Ghost Bar in Las Vegas, Nevada. I still had a day before I was expected at ...wherever this hick town warehouse UCI holds it shows in is. I thought it was Iowa or something, but it is certainly not a place I was going to make my home. I made good money off my modeling days and saved up enough to pay for a jet until I hate it big in the wrestling industry. As I flooted on the inflatable lounge, I sucked on my Margarita. Another awesome part about me is I just don't get fat. I can consume and still look fairly healthy. If I do gain some weight, I just have to run a few miles and not even break a sweat. Yes ladies, you have my permission to be envious of me and how much easier being hot comes to me than it does for you.
“Yes,” Syxx answered, but seemed confused herself. My manager and agent was a bit in a hurry and didn't have to catch some rays with me, even though she could definitely use some. Her complexion was terrible, but she was dressed in her business casual attire and not set for a day at the beach like I was at all times. She was a good manager, but she needed to chill out sometimes. I was going to win my matches and thus I don't get why she was SOOOO high strung. “It is a BIG event set outdoors and is said to be a big deal for UCI.”
“Cool ...but um ...isn't election day typically in November?” I asked while leaning backwards, not all too concerned with the answer. Afterall, I knew the person they were throwing at me was a softball meant to make me look good. I appreciate it, but it is wholly unneccessary because, as said, I can take charge in that ring.
“Yes, but this might have something to do with the guy on the roster who ...is ...also ...the mayor?” The way Syxx answered was as if she had no idea what was going on. Her and me both, but the difference was that I thought it was fine that I didn't quite understand the concepts here. After all, I was a hot woman who wrestled pretty much half naked, who was I to criticize an event that might be about a guy on the roster who is also a politician. One thing you all will get to know about me is I am fine with embracing the weird. 'Try everything once,' I say.
“Okay, coolness. I go in, beat their fluffer and become the thing everyone talks about at the end of the day. Good deal.” I non-chalantly sucked on my straw as I floated away from her.
“Their fluffer. You mean 'Good Old' Rambling Jimmy?”
“Yeah, I am going to ramble his old Jimmies VERY good.”
“But, why would you refer to him as a fluffer?”
“Isn't that what he is? He is there to keep me 'serviced' before they give me something decent to bang ...er, wrestle. It is a showcase if you will. I certainly don't mind it, but I am not going to treat as anything MORE than that.” My little inflatable raft I was lounging on began to float back to Syxx ...or so I thought. Ends up she grabbed the edge of it and pulled me back to her.
“Yes, it is very true that Mr. Ramblin' is just a guy for you to beat, but remember...” She stopped to make sure I was at looking at her as she spoke to me. I rolled my eyes as I sat up from my floating recliner. She started again once she knew she had my attention. “...this is your debut. You do not get a second chance to make a first impression. Yes, you are going to win, but you need to do it where you are memorable and will get more high profile matches after this. So ...if you are going to underestimate your opponent, do it in a way where you aren't just as forgettable as he is.”
“Are you done, mom? If this Election Day thing is as important as you say it is, I need to have a killer tan and you are blocking the rays.” I layed back down as she started fiddling on her phone.
“Oh, this election day thing is about finding a GM for the fed.”
“Because that is what modern day wrestling needs MORE of: authority figures.”
“Tell me about.” Syxx said as she walked away to go do whatever agents do when they aren't around me ...paperwork, maybe? Either way, despite what others may say, I am ready for “Good Ol' Ramming” Jimmy or whatever he is called. In fact, I am ready to take on the whole damn company once I make my presence felt here.
When I step into the ring, I am going to be called every name in the book because I have a body that love to put to use and show off and use to my advantage. I will be called slut or a whore or a skank, and that is probably by my own gender. God knows what the boys are going to call me, but they only do it because they want to jump my bones and they HATE that, no matter, they know I control them. I say the word and they do what want. I bat my eyes and they are licking my feet. I bend over, they lay down for the one, two, three. It is really that simple. It is that loss of control as to why I will be called names. Though, nobody freaks out when a guy behaves like this. Also, it isn't like I have a train being run on my every night nor that I am not super safe when it comes to be careful. The “lifestyle” is something that I play up in the ring. Yeah, I live it, but it isn't like I am be banged all the time or jumping in bed with every guy who buys me a drink. However, it is fun to let them believe that they have a chance. It isn't a game if they know that they are actually out of my league. Though, I should note that the being sexy thing can't be turned off even if I wanted to and yeah, sometimes being the most gorgeous woman in the room can be a bit much ...but I guess that is why I got myself a manager.
“I don't get it. We are celebrating election day?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as a lounged poolside at the Ghost Bar in Las Vegas, Nevada. I still had a day before I was expected at ...wherever this hick town warehouse UCI holds it shows in is. I thought it was Iowa or something, but it is certainly not a place I was going to make my home. I made good money off my modeling days and saved up enough to pay for a jet until I hate it big in the wrestling industry. As I flooted on the inflatable lounge, I sucked on my Margarita. Another awesome part about me is I just don't get fat. I can consume and still look fairly healthy. If I do gain some weight, I just have to run a few miles and not even break a sweat. Yes ladies, you have my permission to be envious of me and how much easier being hot comes to me than it does for you.
“Yes,” Syxx answered, but seemed confused herself. My manager and agent was a bit in a hurry and didn't have to catch some rays with me, even though she could definitely use some. Her complexion was terrible, but she was dressed in her business casual attire and not set for a day at the beach like I was at all times. She was a good manager, but she needed to chill out sometimes. I was going to win my matches and thus I don't get why she was SOOOO high strung. “It is a BIG event set outdoors and is said to be a big deal for UCI.”
“Cool ...but um ...isn't election day typically in November?” I asked while leaning backwards, not all too concerned with the answer. Afterall, I knew the person they were throwing at me was a softball meant to make me look good. I appreciate it, but it is wholly unneccessary because, as said, I can take charge in that ring.
“Yes, but this might have something to do with the guy on the roster who ...is ...also ...the mayor?” The way Syxx answered was as if she had no idea what was going on. Her and me both, but the difference was that I thought it was fine that I didn't quite understand the concepts here. After all, I was a hot woman who wrestled pretty much half naked, who was I to criticize an event that might be about a guy on the roster who is also a politician. One thing you all will get to know about me is I am fine with embracing the weird. 'Try everything once,' I say.
“Okay, coolness. I go in, beat their fluffer and become the thing everyone talks about at the end of the day. Good deal.” I non-chalantly sucked on my straw as I floated away from her.
“Their fluffer. You mean 'Good Old' Rambling Jimmy?”
“Yeah, I am going to ramble his old Jimmies VERY good.”
“But, why would you refer to him as a fluffer?”
“Isn't that what he is? He is there to keep me 'serviced' before they give me something decent to bang ...er, wrestle. It is a showcase if you will. I certainly don't mind it, but I am not going to treat as anything MORE than that.” My little inflatable raft I was lounging on began to float back to Syxx ...or so I thought. Ends up she grabbed the edge of it and pulled me back to her.
“Yes, it is very true that Mr. Ramblin' is just a guy for you to beat, but remember...” She stopped to make sure I was at looking at her as she spoke to me. I rolled my eyes as I sat up from my floating recliner. She started again once she knew she had my attention. “...this is your debut. You do not get a second chance to make a first impression. Yes, you are going to win, but you need to do it where you are memorable and will get more high profile matches after this. So ...if you are going to underestimate your opponent, do it in a way where you aren't just as forgettable as he is.”
“Are you done, mom? If this Election Day thing is as important as you say it is, I need to have a killer tan and you are blocking the rays.” I layed back down as she started fiddling on her phone.
“Oh, this election day thing is about finding a GM for the fed.”
“Because that is what modern day wrestling needs MORE of: authority figures.”
“Tell me about.” Syxx said as she walked away to go do whatever agents do when they aren't around me ...paperwork, maybe? Either way, despite what others may say, I am ready for “Good Ol' Ramming” Jimmy or whatever he is called. In fact, I am ready to take on the whole damn company once I make my presence felt here.
