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Chapter 7

Dave's POV

Well, isn't that something. My buddies, who are known to millions around the world as being some of the toughest guys around, are guarding their chastises like children refusing to share their toys. Or better still, like teenage girls guarding their virginities. Why? Because they firmly believe that they should not only be madly in love but married before getting laid. Well, if you ask me, sex, whether it be marital or not is completely overrated. I mean I honestly don't understand what the big deal is whether or not a person is married if you have sex. I mean, yeah, I lead a life of celibacy, but for a completely different reason….

I'm celibate because I'm tired of being disappointed by women that are supposedly in love with me, I'm tired of heartbreak and just plain tired of love altogether.

Now you're probably wondering why I feel this way, especially when I do not look like a man who would be celibate, I'm 6'7 315lbs of solid muscle, I am half Filipino/half Greek and dress like I just stepped out of GQ magazine. Well, I'll tell you. It's because my last relationship was the absolute last straw for me.

I was dating a woman named Marilyn. I met her a few months after my divorce from my ex-wife Angie became final. When I tell you that Marilyn was gorgeous, I'm not kidding…she was DROP DEAD GORGEOUS. She was about 5'8 with a curvy body that would make men weep. She had strawberry blonde hair and green eyes a man could get lost in. We dated for about 8 months when she started talking about moving in together. Well, I was all for the idea until she started asking a ton of questions about my finances, my net worth and if I had a last will and testament. Excuse me?

I was like, what do my finances have to do with an emotional and potentially sexual relationship? I'll tell you…NOT A GODDAMN FUCKING thing. At the end of the day, all she wanted to do is use me for my money and material possessions and when I told her that I wasn't interested in having non-marital sex, the bitch had the absolute nerve, the unmitigated gall, to tell me if I couldn't give her the sexual satisfaction that she required, then she would find a man who would.

So what did I do? I told her, in a gentlemanly way and in typical Dave Batista fashion, simply to told the bitch to get out of my house and my life and not to let the door hit her in the ass on the way out.

After breaking up with Marilyn, I soon noticed that something in me had changed. It felt like a bitter seed had been planted and was growing inside of my heart and soul. I became angry and hateful toward women, feeling like all women were nothing more than gold digging, opportunistic, and money hungry tramps.

Yeah I said it. I thought women were selfish creatures who took sheer pleasure out of breaking the hearts of men thus turning them into spiteful, chauvinistic monsters that carried permanent chips on their shoulders. It's like I have given up on love and romance altogether, declaring it officially dead in my mind and heart. I think the only reason I am celibate is because I honestly don't care if I never have sex again as long as I live. This is especially after seeing all the heartbreak and pain that my friends have gone through, listening to men who, in the public eye, are tough and rugged, literally shed buckets of tears over having women shatter their hearts into millions of pieces.

One example of what I'm talking about would be what happened to Mark. Now, I know for an absolute fact that Mark would never, ever admit this, but underneath that big tough Texas tobacco chewing biker redneck exterior is a shy, caring and extremely sensitive man who secretly can be brought to tears, especially when it comes to love, romance and being in love with a woman.

I remember one woman that Mark was crazy about, absolutely head over heels in love with. Her name was Theresa. Theresa was your typical southern belle, she was from Waco, TX. She had golden blonde hair, forest green eyes and gorgeous legs that seemed endless. She was also a conniving, two faced cunt whose personality could best be described as "phony as a 6 dollar bill". When she was around Mark, she was affectionate and doted on him like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. But behind Mark's back she would talk about how big and ugly he was, how he got on her nerves with his smothering ways and that he was an old washed up wrestler who was only good for money that could keep her in the lifestyle to which she was accustomed even though he was what she described as a "mediocre fuck'. Bitch.

Theresa was so grimy that she would not only fuck around on Mark but try to fuck his friends and co-workers, me included. She propositioned me once and after I told her that Mark was too good for an walking STD like her, she steered clear of me. I mean how grimy is that? But when anyone would try to tell Mark that Theresa a no good lying bitch, he would become enraged and try to beat the living shit out of them.

Well, this went on for several months until one day Mark decided he wanted to surprise Theresa. It turns out that the poor guy had decided to propose to her. He had a purchased a 4 carat diamond engagement ring and two dozen long stemmed roses. At Well, this particular time, Mark decided Theresa was "the one" and decided he would surprise her and come home early at pop the question. He had it all planned out, he asked Vince for a short period of time off in which he agreed to. He had the ring designed himself from a long time friend who was a jeweler in downtown Dallas, he picked it up and bought the roses on his way home from the airport. Meanwhile, this bitch, unaware of Mark's plan and that he was on his way home, is fucking some guys brains out in not only Mark's house but his goddamn bed!

So when Mark came home and found this slut fucking her flavor of the week in his bed. He lost it. It was like World War 3 had just erupted. Furniture was flying everywhere, there was screaming, cursing, punches being thrown and bones breaking and all this could be heard from outside which prompted the neighbors to call 911. When the carnage ended, Mark was taken out in handcuffs and the guy Theresa was fucking went out on a stretcher with a broken nose, fractured skull and clavicle as well as 3 cracked ribs. It was NOT a pretty sight. Vince not only bonded Mark out of jail, but also paid for a very high priced lawyer which allowed him to beat the assault/battery charge.

After Mark's anger died down, his rage gave way to days of crying spells and weeks of drinking binges. Mark's eyes were often so reddened and swollen that one couldn't tell if he had been drinking or crying. But I knew the truth. It pained my heart to see my good friend and co-worker reduced to an empty, heartbroken shell of a man thanks to a lying no good skank of a woman.

And this is why, I have given up on love, romance and sex altogether, because had that been me, I would have been in jail because I would have killed that bitch with my bare hands…..

Author's Note: I still have the POVs of Dwayne, John, Randy and Wade. Then will be the introduction to the ladies. Will a handsome man like Batista remain such a bitter and angry man after meeting the ladies? Stay tuned.