WW LLC Mental Breakdown thread

It’s been a couple of days since Triple Threat….
It’s been a couple of days since Double J Joe Jones…
The longest reigning WhirlWind Wrestling Champion….
Lost his title….
Even though he wasn’t pinned…..
Or submitted for it…..
It’s been a couple of days since WW LLC…..
New “Champion”....
Stephen Callaway……
Hauled off and kicked poor little James Kelloggs….
Like he was some kind of mule or something.

It’s been a couple of days since that happen.
So what is one to do to cope with being kicked like a scared dog?

Whores.
Dirty
Nasty
Whores

Oh, and Tequila.

It’s been a couple of days and the Bad Ass one is sound a sleep with two big breasted Mexican beauties with long toned legs that stretch for what seems like miles flaking each side of him. On the surface, it would look like he is heaven. Blessed by god himself to have spent the evening with these two wonderful works of arts, carefully handcrafted by Jesus to bring a wonderful human being such as James Kelloggs, who has overcome the disability of not being 6 or 5 feet tall, this gift, the gift of flesh. You would think he would being sleeping with a smile on his face.

You would be wrong.

James is sweating.
James is restless.
James is talking in his sleep.
James has woken up his bedmates.

They, each take a corner of the sheet and cover their big supple breasts as they sit up and slide away from a trashing and fist swing James Kelloggs.

“YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” James yells.

The bedfellows look at one another and without saying a word, they slide out of bed, gather their clothing and exit. They don’t get paid for this shit.

James bolts upright in bed, the last remaining blanket covering his junk.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” James shouts.
“KICK ME AGAIN ASSHOLE! YOU’LL SEE!” James adds and then holds the side of his face and falls back on the bed, rolling to his side and using both hands now to hold the side of his face as he slowly rocks himself back to sleep……...