It was that time again. After another faked match-up between two well known wrestlers, it was finally time for the sexiest and only thing worth watching...women's wrestling. Being stuck with one tv and no internet till the cable guy gets here to fix the router, Jake had to sit near his room mate who loved the hell out of wrestling.
"You know it's fake right Henry? The only good thing about this show is that we get to see sexy women parading in skintight suits." Jake states with a bored expression.
"I agree with you one the last part, but common! There's no way that last fight was fake!" Henry says loudly as he tries to hide the discourage in his voice.
The television quickly panned in on one of the female fighters. "Yes! she's my absolute favorite!" Henry yells standing on the couch now.
"Dude sit back down, and yeah i agree, she is definitely high on the scale of women i'd like to bang."
The woman was dark skinned, dark brown hair, or perhaps it was black, very hard to tell with the lighting. She flaunted her body around with every step she took . Ember Moon was her stage name, Adrienne Reese was her god given name, and Jake only knew because of the last time he saw her, he decided to do a google search. A box of tissues later and he learned all he needed to know about her. "Dude, i wonder how her husband handles her...or do you think she's the man in the bed?" Jake asks with a chuckle.
"I don't know and i don't care. If i ever had a chance with her, i'd definitely be the dominant one though." Henry says with a cocky grin.
Jake tries not too laugh too hard. The woman looks amazing, but under that beautiful bod is an equally strong woman who could bench press more than both of us put together, was the thought that went through Jake's head.
Henry's phone comes to life in his pocket, and after a quick glance at whatever message he recieved, he grins. "Hey dude, guess who might be getting tickets to the live WWE tournament?!"
Jake smirks, since the what they're watching was the fight from last week, he knows his friend was trying to get tickets to the live show happening in town. "So your ticket guy got a hold of something? Well? What are you waiting for! get outta here!"
Henry quickly jumps off the couch and slides on his shoes without even tying them. "If the internet guy doesn't get here before i make it back, you're coming with me to the show!" He says before grabbing his jacket and keys then heading out the door.
Jake looks back at the pre-recorded screen of Adrienne. He wonders for a moment, what it must feel like to grope those firm yet squishy breasts of hers. His imagination quickly disappears when a knock from the door happens. "Oh! it must be the internet people." He mutters to himself. Quickly Jake opens the door, only to not see anyone. Jake looks around at the hallway outside his door. Since he lived in one of those apartment buildings, he expected someone probably thought it was a good idea to prank him.
That was until he looked down and saw a package with the word, "Chronivac" on the front. He recognized the package immediately and snacked it up before slamming the door shut. He ran to the computer, which sat near the dining area in the same same proximity as the television they were just watching wrestling at.
This Chronivac was well known in the deep web as something that changed the reality of the world around you, even yourself. It was thought to be a myth, and even now he still doesn't believe this is real. Once the installation was complete Jake decided to scroll through the menu, pretty much ignoring the instruction manual. The menu was pretty clear cut, nothing he couldn't handle.
He saw something called, "Auto-scan" check-marked and constantly blinking. Directly below that was a list of names. One of them was his, and a few were the names of neighbors in the apartment. He clicked himself and chuckles as a complete profile of his body type, gender, skin tone, and everything else filled his screen.
"So i can change whatever i want huh?" Jake mutters excitedly. Of course this wasn't real, but just the prospect of it being real sends his heart racing. He notices a list of quick options as well.