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Imagine being AJ Lee in that marriage and having to be all like "damn, Phil, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your skinny fat manlet body and horrific heroin addict looking face. I would totally have sex with you, both in character and the real me." when all she really wants to do is fuck another black guy in Phil's bedroom room. Like seriously imagine having to be AJ and not only be in that marriage while Phil flaunts his disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing shitty tattoos and leathery skin, and just sit there as he pretends to train for UFC, round after round, fight after fight. Not only having to tolerate his hideous fucking visage but his haughty attitude as all the trainers in the gym tell him he's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, CM PUNK FIGHTS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his wrinkling 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 black guys for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the streets of New Jersey. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his dimpled stomach as he sucks it in to be suggestive at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get to sit there and revel in his skinny fat body he worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months and you sit there and endure it, because you're fucking AJ Lee. You're not going to lose your future alimony checks over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
