>>11748979Imagine being Moxley on that porch and having to be all like "damn Renee Paquette, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old goth in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Moxley and not only sit in that chair while Renee Paquette flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that pose. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on instagram tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN RENEE PAQUETTE LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of ring rats and WWE divas and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Cincinnati. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then Tony books you in another match, and you know you could kill every single person in AEW before security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Jon Moxley. You're not going to lose your future WWE return over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
