04-28-2020, 04:08 AM
05-11-2020, 01:48 PM
(OOC: There is some explicit sexual content in both portions of this RP. You have been forewarned. 
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)The Past Explains The Present
The Ashmore Residence
Portland, OR5:11 PM
6/29/1997
Today is the very day, in fact one of the only days in the entirety of his pitiful existence, that Daniel Ashmore has been waiting...well, his entire life for. He is now officially an adult, and the future is presumably wide open. His first job as a Barista at Starbucks has instilled a rather strong work ethic within him that his now-imprisoned father never could have done. He has the day off, but his Uncle Dave (Daniel’s legal guardian since “the incident”) doesn’t seem to give a shit about this being Daniel’s 18th birthday.
In fact, ol’ Uncle Dave is rarely home these days. The man works hard and plays even harder. Daniel can’t really blame the guy. His Uncle works in waste disposal and spends countless hours on a garbage truck just collecting mindless amounts of trash in the greater Portland metro area. Granted, Dave’s possible problems with alcohol are nowhere near that of his brother. Dave is really the only family that Daniel has at this point. At least, in terms of adults, because his younger brother Davey, is still but 15 years old. At the moment both Dave and Davey (nobody ever could discern whether Davey was named after his uncle) are out of the house.
Which means one thing...that Daniel is alone with nothing but his thoughts on this important day. It’s a weird thing to be optimistic about, come to think of it. Why look forward to being an adult when your parents were rather unsuccessful at being adults. Daniel’s father told him many times that he was a mistake and he wished Daniel had never been born. His father always would tell him that he is nothing at all. How the tables have turned, though. Daniel (he wanted everybody to stop calling him Danny when he became 18) was a successful Barista for a growing corporation and his father would be spending his life in prison. It really fucks with one’s head to go through what he did, but he is maybe in a better spot now than ever. Maybe. Perhaps he has only gotten better at lying to himself.
You see, he is still absurdly lonely. His brother seems to blame him for not protecting him from their father, so that relationship is strained. He has no friends. The girl he had a crush on for so many years left for college, but not before she told him that she wished Danny had told her how he felt sooner. She gave him a hand job behind the 7-11 the night before she left, but that is the only time he has ever been remotely intimate with someone in his entire life. And even that ended poorly when a homeless man discovered what they were doing and asked them if we needed a hand. It was another in a long line of humiliating experiences in Daniel’s young life, but the first time he experienced the pain of “blue balls.” Who knows what might have been if Daniel had just told Laura how he felt about her before it was too late. At the very least, he might not still be a virgin. As he sits alone on his bed, it occurs to him that much of his life he has been afraid to speak his mind. Having a heavily abusive father will do that to a person, really. Now that he is an adult, though? Now that he KNOWS that Laura wished he had spoken up earlier, he will try his hardest to not hold his tongue anymore.
Daniel gets off the bed and shakes his head. He will not spend his 18th birthday thinking about everything that has happened to him! Daniel is determined to make the most of this night, but there’s no alcohol in the apartment (for obvious reasons). But he wants this night to be special! He wants to do something grand! But why is the only thing he can think of is masturbating? His brother could be back at any time, but Daniel feels it’s worth the risk. He makes his way to his Uncle’s room where the computer, the best that a garbage man can afford, is sitting on the desk. He is not supposed to go in there, but what his uncle doesn’t know can’t hurt him. Daniel has heard from co-workers that there is something called porn and you can apparently find it on something called the Internet. The Internet is something that is on the computer according to said co-workers.
Daniel mutters to himself, “It sure seems like a real waste of that computer if Dave isn’t using it.” He stands outside the door and puts his hand on the door knob...but can’t gather the courage to enter. This isn’t going to be a special night. No.
“Danny, where are you?” calls his brother from the living room. Daniel, in all of the drama of the moment, just freezes in place. He had not even heard the door open. The frantic pounding of his own heart drowned out anything going on around him. It’s a good thing he hasn’t gone into Dave’s room after all.
“I...don’t call me Danny anymore, Davey! I...I…” calls Daniel from the hallway. He finally was able to turn his body away from his Uncle’s door, but has now come to the shocking realization that he has a tremendous erection at that very moment. He was so excited to see what this whole porn thing is! Now, though, he needs to hide from his brother! His brother can’t know that he was not only about to enter a restricted room, but that he also had a boner. He hears his brother’s footsteps coming towards him and he jumps into the bathroom to his right and locks the door. He was never so thankful to have a lock on a door in his life.
“Oh, that’s right! My bad, Sir Daniel Ashmore. I got you something for your birthday—did you just jump into the bathroom?” Davey calls out, now just outside the bathroom door. Much to Daniel’s chagrin, this erection is not going anywhere. If anything, it feels like his penis is going to rip a while right in his well-worn jeans.
“Ahhh, yeah...I have a really bad stomach ache right now. Lucky me, huh? Just put the gift on the dining room table and I’ll come get it when I feel better.” Daniel has gotten pretty good at lying and he really hopes that Davey believes him and will just go away. There is a long pause before Davey responds with, “Good luck with that!” and leaves his brother in peace, such as it is.
Danny unbuttons his fly and unzips his jeans, being very careful not to get himself stuck in the zipper. He pulls down his jeans and now his tighty whities, revealing the largest boner he has ever seen. He begins tugging at it in much the same manner that Laura did mere weeks ago. He can almost fool himself for a moment or two that it’s not his own hand. No, it’s Laura! She has decided she can’t bear to be away from Danny and that she will instead stay here and be his girlfriend. Yes...yes...now she’s getting down on her knees and...just like that!!! He ejaculates all over the floor in front of him. In all the excitement, he didn’t even sit down on the toilet like he normally does when this situation arises.
Oh, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Laura is gone forever. Daniel is not a man, no. He is still just the same little sad-sack Danny Ashmore. Little coward boy with no friends, no real prospects, and nothing but his own imagination to use as masturbation fuel...so to speak. Maybe one day he will do something, ANYTHING, that he’s not to do. Maybe one day he will actually tell a girl, no, a woman, how he feels and they will have sex! Maybe someday he can be proud of what he sees in the mirror.
As he looks at himself in the mirror now, on his 18th birthday, he sees that someday is way too far away…
The Ashmore Residence
New York
5:11 PM
4/28/2020
Things have been great lately between Vanilla Skyy and Danny Darko. They are both on the same page as Vee has inspired a change for the better in him in recent months. Danny was originally unsure of how to proceed with this “new” Vee, but they are “clicking” like they are newlyweds all over again. Danny, right now, however, is still absolutely seething. They just got off the flight from Sheffield after the event that was Emerge #38. As they enter their condo, Danny drops his luggage to the floor with a thud that draws only a frustrated sigh from Vee. He was embarrassed and is not handling it well.
“You need to try and calm down, babe. You are only giving that cunt what she wants. She’s inside your head, Danny, and you need to knock it off. You gave her exactly what she wanted on twitter. Leave it at that for now and move on.”
Danny responds with a guttural scream. After a few more deep breaths he seems to calm down a bit, only to let out an even louder rage-filled scream, while pacing frantically up and down the hallway leading to their bedroom. It seems to be all he can do to not break something around him. Vee knows how to deal with Danny in this mode...for the most part.
“I’m not sure you understand how frustrating that girl is, Vee! Or rather, how angry I am at myself for not seeing this coming,” he exclaims. “I swore that I would no longer be made a fool and yet here I am, looking like the biggest idiot in the fucking world!” he continues on. Vee motions towards the couch.
“Why don’t you just take a seat over there on the couch, huh? I’ll grab us some drinks and we can talk about this without all of the angst,” she says.
Danny nods and takes a seat as Vee opens up the fridge and pulls out a couple of bottles of Guinness. She cracks them open and heads towards the couch, handing her husband his bottle while she sits down herself. He nods his appreciation and a slight smile appears on his face. Sometimes a good beer is just what one needs. Vee begins fanning her face with her free hand.
“Is it hot in here? Maybe it’s just because we were stuck in that airplane forever, it feels really stuffy in here right now,” Vee asks as she lifts her t-shirt up over her head and tosses it on the floor. She’s not wearing a bra so the combination of booze and boobs has calmed Danny down dramatically.
“I think it’s kinda cold in here, but hey, the view from here is great, so I’m not complaining.” Danny takes a big swig of his Guinness and lets out a deep, deep sigh. Vee can tell that this is going to be a long, rough stretch if she can’t do something to “fix” him. Fortunately for her, she knows how to resolve such issues before they become any sort of lingering issue. Time to get to work. It’s all just part of what makes their marriage so strong. They are both willing to put the work in when required.
“Okay, now that you’re not going to give yourself a heart attack, maybe we can finally talk about all of this? Are we good, old man?” she asks him with a sly grin.
He shakes his head slowly with a rather resigned look about him. “I am tired of beautiful women calling me an old man.”
Vee narrows her eyes, undoubtedly not appreciating her husband referring to Sierra Swann as beautiful...even though she clearly is. That is besides the point. Danny realizes his faux pas.
“Look, you know what I mean. It’s not just her. It’s just about any woman I come across, whether it be here in Emerge, back in IWC, or anywhere else I’ve been, I’m just some geriatric dinosaur. Even when I was in my early 30s. Most of the time I can just let it slide, but this time? Something about is just bothering the fuck outta me!”
Vee puts her Guinness on the coffee table and sidles up a little closer to Danny, placing her right hand on his left thigh. He doesn’t even seem to notice her hand there as he just continues ranting.
“I was willing to do everything I could to prevent my animosity towards her from getting in the way of us being a successful tag team. Stupid me, huh? All she did was end up using me. Can you—“
He stops as he realizes Vee’s hand is on his crotch now and...he’s rock hard. He glances at her and is confused to see an odd look on her face.
“Really, right now with this? You’re talking about Sierra Swann right now and your dick is hard? I knew she was fucking with your big head up here, but didn’t realize she was fucking with your little head as well. Hmmm?” she asks him, while now actually stroking him through his pants.
“You know me well enough by now, Vee, to know that there are two things in this world that arouse me like this. First and foremost, you, in any state of nudity or semi-nudity, and secondly, imagining perpetrating greatly violent acts against those who disrespect and wrong me,” he says to her. Vee smiles at him and just keeps stroking him gently.
“I know that, dumbass. I even know that you’re lying about Sierra’s breath being bad. There is no way someone so vain would allow herself to have bad breath. Now if you will allow me to tell me why this is all bothering you, I will give you my thoughts. Sound good? Maybe if you will actually calm the fuck down, we can get on to the fucking. If you don’t let me finish, I won’t let you finish,” she says with a voice that is full of playfulness, but also of strength.
Danny enthusiastically nods while she continues to gently stroke his cock.
“It’s really quite simple, Danny. She embarrassed you and essentially treated you like nothing more than a piece of garbage. She used you, then she humiliated you, and that sucks. You’ve been having fun lately being a champion and it made you proud to be a champion. And the whole time you were getting back to your old tricks by systematically assaulting The Unforgiven. And in one night, all of that pride and all those good feelings? They disappeared and were replaced by rage. I get it. The wounds are still raw and you want to pound her, I mean, pound her in the face with a sledgehammer.”
Danny lets out a light chuckle at the ribbing his wife is giving him along with the rubbing.
“Do I, of all people, have to tell you about how much worse that could’ve been?” she asks him.
“Good point.”
She continues without any hint of playfulness now. “You told her what you thought of her and you threatened her, Danny. So, while I can’t stand the stupid little sexy cunt, I can’t say as I blame her. She has made an enemy out of both of us, now. And that’s not a good thing at all for her. The only reason I haven’t beat her ass yet myself, is because I was respecting the fact that she was your tag partner. Not anymore! In due time, you and I can take apart that whole damn Golden Army or whatever she calls her minions. You’re doing a good job listening, Danny Boy.”
Danny’s eyebrows arch as she undoes his pants and continues stroking him, with only the thin fabric of his boxer shorts acting as a buffer. Vee licks her lips seductively and Danny just looks straight up at the ceiling and closes his eyes.
“You have more pressing matters to concern yourself with, Daniel…” Vee trails off slowly.
Danny looks back at his wife with his eyes wide, wide open now.
“Did...did you just call me Daniel?”
Vee holds in a laugh or two and smiles. “Just making sure you were still paying attention.” She now slides her hand beneath his boxers and continues the stroking with nothing in between.
“You don’t have anything to prove to me, Danny. I know just how virile and downright potent you are. You remind me of that fact quite often to be certain. But you know what? These kids these days don’t know the first fucking thing about you. Take your opponent at the next show, Jenni Helms, for instance. She is only 18 years old. Do you remember what you were doing when you were 18 years old? You sure as hell weren’t THE Champion of a world famous wrestling organization! You’ve been wrestling just about longer than she’s even been alive. There is no way that someone like her or a Sierra Swann is going to have the first clue what you’re capable of. But babe, you have a golden opportunity!”
“Oh, I fucking hate that word...golden. Go—“
She stops stroking and just grips his shaft with all of her might, which is substantial, in order to hush him up. It has the desired effect and she continues with the rhythmic stroking.
“If you could defeat Jennifer Helms, the reigning Emerge Champion? And I have no doubt you can, then that will go a long way towards proving to all these wrestlers that you do still belong here, that you do still have what it takes to compete at an elite level. You go out there and you beat her, then if/when you get Sierra Swann in the ring, you do the same to her! Leave no doubt to anybody around here that you are still Danny Fucking Darko!!!”
She reaches over with her left hand and gently strokes his cheek.
“And when you are through with them and after I have beaten the ever loving shit out of Willow Wilkes and remove her from the picture? Then and only then, do WE set our sights on finally removing Cindy Todd from our goddamn lives once and for all! This is all so goddamn exciting!!! The anticipation of what we are about to fucking do is building, and building and building!!! We built this fucking place, Danny! We built it and we cannot allow Cindy to blow it all to hell!!!” Vee yells, as fired up and as excited as she’s ever been. This is all clearly means a lot to her.
Danny nods his head and a sinister grin stretches across his face. Vee smiles up at him as she reaches down with her left hand now and lowers both his pants and boxers. Her smile grows wider when she glances down at his exposed cock.
“Good boy…” she says as she goes down on him. Danny moans, feeling the stress of everything just melt away.
05-15-2020, 07:15 PM
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