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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:09:59 GMT
MAIN EVENT
(The Winners of this match will face each other on the Super Show for a chance to be crowned #1 Contender for the PAW Championship decided in the finals.)
C.J. O'Donnell & Trixie v.s. Calvin Harris & Tyler Keenan v.s. Flaming Youth & Johnny Raike
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:10:40 GMT
When The BombTrax had arrived at the park, Youth had opted out of joining Press at The Crossroads for an opportunity for some time to himself. He watched as the big man made his way towards the front entrance of the tavern, knowing that he was worried about him. After all, he was no longer in the PAW Championship Tournament. He had been cast out by Alex Cross due to a lousy last second reversal that left his shoulders pinned to the mat. He had kicked out at 3.5, but 3.5 wasn’t good enough in this game, bringing up the old adage, horseshoes and hand grenades. He slipped out of the car and grabbed his hoodie, paused, and then threw the article of clothing back into the car after realizing he wouldn’t need it. It was a bright sunshiny day, an oddity for this time of year. Usually, in February, the bitter sting of winter’s chill was still in full effect, yet lately everything had been set off course by global warming, and this winter had been particularly warm. That fact had been very good for business, considering that the park officially opened in January. He mused at that thought for a moment as he made ready his backstage pass for the gate, thinking that it had only been a short five months since The BombTrax had made a full time return to wrestling. It felt a lot longer than that. For that matter, PAW felt more established than it really was, or at least it had, until the past couple of weeks. Between Unreal and Sam Xayachack’s disappearances, the post-match antics of Stevie Harris, and Munin’s ever expanding schedule due to the fall out, the company was showing now just how ‘new’ it really was. However, that didn’t worry him very much. He had seen companies fold under less pressure, and seen promotions bounce back from what, at the time, looked like a fatal blow. It was all just a part of the wonderful wacky world of professional wrestling. So was losing, but the bitter sting of that seemed to linger around the competitor’s mind, usually far past the fan’s memories. They would move on, continue to cheer or boo their favorite competitors, buy their merchandise and follow their matches. But for the wrestler, a loss did one of two things. It either acted as a wakeup call, a fire lit under your ass to step it up, or it acted as a sign that something wasn’t working, often sending the recipient into a downward spiral that sometimes ended with more losses, or worse, a separation from the company. He already knew that he wasn’t either one of those. Fifteen years in the business, he had suffered plenty of losses, some more tragic than others. Hell, his entire rookie career was comprised of a series of losses that eventually led to his being partnered with Press in the first place. No, it wasn’t the loss that bothered him. He knew that, but didn’t dare tell Press, as it would force him to explain what was really on his mind. If that ever happened, it would probably really hurt the big man, and he wanted to avoid that at all cost. After all, it wasn’t really Press’ fault to begin with. Youth knew how most of the locker room felt about him. He even got the feeling at times that the management and staff shared the sentiment. But the worst part, was seeing it etched in the faces of the fans at ringside, as he pulled himself up off the mat after his defeat. He didn’t give a shit what anyone said, Face, Heel, it didn’t matter, if you were in this business, then you cared about what those fans thought. They were your bread and butter. They were the reason you were called into this line of work. Sure, there might have been other circumstances, but if you couldn’t connect with them, then there was really no reason for a promotion to keep you around. You were dead weight. Youth had always connected with the fans. Some might even call him a favorite. But that night he looked up and he saw it, clear as day, the correlation of what he already knew and what was now bothering him. He was the weak link in The BombTrax. Press came out against Hungry Jack and did exactly what he said he was going to do. He put his boot down the other guy’s throat, and walked away the victor. He advanced. When it came time for Youth to do the same thing, one measly, tiny, insignificant, little second turned the tables in favor of Alex Cross. But that was just the thing, there’s nothing insignificant about that second at all. It’s the difference between drowning and breathing. Living and dying. And on that night, in that second, Flaming Youth had died, and Jason Douglas Stephens was left standing in the ring, realizing that he couldn’t deliver, but his partner could. It was just further proof for everyone who had ever doubted him, another bullet in the arsenal they would use to cut his entire career to ribbons. After all, without Press, who the fuck was Flaming Youth? Just a punk kid from Raleigh, North Carolina, who got injured on the football field, and couldn’t come up with anything better to do. Too stupid for college, too small for the sport, and not talented enough to make it on his own steam. Youth walked aimlessly through the park, these thoughts tumbling through his mind. There were other things he knew, things he would tap into later, when the time came, that would make most of this self-pity erase. But for now, he was content to wallow for a while. Besides, Press did it all the time, and that fat fuck didn’t have a monopoly on pity parties. “Youth! Jason!”
He stopped, looking around the sparsely populated avenue for the familiar voice. He turned around just in time to catch sight of Abigail running up to him, dressed in her plantation uniform, the only article of clothing he had ever seen her in. Her full bosom expanded and collapsed rapidly when she reached him, and there was a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. She smiled sweetly, and it reminded him of the last time he had seen her, two weeks ago on Fat Tuesday. *****FAT TUESDAY***** Youth and Abigail wandered the park arm in arm, wading through the throng of people dressed in masquerade masks and carrying a fistful of beads. A nearly naked woman, her top fully exposed, rushed past the two screaming as two of her friends chased her with water guns, who in turn, were being chased by security. Abigail’s eyes were as round as saucers as she watched on in amazement, claiming that never in her life had she seen anything like it. The throng of people filling the streets writhed and moved like a serpent after a large meal, slowly slithering through the avenues at a leisurely pace. At certain points during their stroll, they were detoured or full on stopped, a gob of human mass blocking their way. Vendors and park attendants weaved through the customers, peddling anything from t-shirts, beads, bottles of water, stuffed animals. You name it, they had it, along with a pouch full of cash indicating how much fun everyone was having. They had to veer off their coarse altogether when the parade began around 10 p.m., a grand affair involving floats, dancers, and marching bands. Abigail clutched at Youth’s arm, her cheek at times resting on his shoulder, and they talked privately into one another’s ears about the sights, sounds, and smells they were assaulted with. Finally, Abigail reached up into his ear and asked if he would take her to the old plantation house. Not the haunted attraction that had been built, but the real one. Seeing no harm in it, and wanting some alone time with the caramel beauty, he led them past the crowded streets to a more secluded area of the park that would take them to the centuries old homestead. As they climbed the hill that took them to the old house, Youth noticed the craftsmanship for the very first time. It was solid white, with green shudders, and a green tile roof. The porch wrapped all the way around the front section of the house, and a second story balcony that did the same was supported by several roman style pillars. Victorian molding decorated the eaves of the porch and balcony, a throwback to a time when woodworking was still a hand crafted art form rather than a process referred to a lay machine. When they reached the steps, Abigail didn’t hesitate before heading up onto the porch, leaving Youth at the foot to watch her as she navigated to peer through the front windows. She was inspecting the house as if she knew it intimately, but he didn’t dare question her about it for fear of ending the evening early. So instead, he climbed the steps to the porch, and then checked the front door. Much to his surprise the door was unlocked, and he turned the handle, pushing the door in and stepping aside so that she could enter. She tentatively took his offer, her hand stroking the wood frame lovingly as she passed over the threshold. He followed her inside, and was shocked to find that much of the furniture within matched the time period of the house. He had heard that Sam & Munin had turned the house into an office of sorts, using the basement and cellar for storage. Abigail continued further into the confines of the house, her head tilting back and forth to take in the different rooms. She stepped over to the grand staircase, and slowly began to ascend. “Maybe we should just stay down here. I don’t think we’re actually supposed to be in here.” He said, a sudden sense of responsibility coming over him. Abigail simply looked over her shoulder to him as if she had forgotten he was there, flashing him a comforting smile, but continuing her procession up the stairs. Youth sighed, shook his head, but followed. At the top of the stairs she paused, looking in one direction, then the other, before finally deciding to go right. He followed her down the hall to a large set of double doors, intricately carved, with bronze handles. She reached out, taking the handles in both hands, and twisted while at the same time pushing them open. When the doors were completely cleared, they revealed the contents to be a large master bedroom, complete with one of the large canopy beds from the period. Youth whistled as he entered the spacious room, antique furniture adorning the area on each wall, except for the one with the two large windows, and the French stained glass doors that led out to the balcony. He stepped up to the windows and stared out at a great view of the park, matter of fact, the very same view that had been printed on the postcard they had received from Munin back in December telling them about the place. The photographer who captured the picture most have been up here on the balcony in order to take the shot. He didn’t bask in the view for long, as he felt Abigail’s firm breasts press against his back, and her arms snake around his waist from behind. She rested her chin on his shoulder, and he could feel her soft scented hair grazing the side of his neck and cheek. “Thank you, for this.” She said, in a gentle, but husky voice. Her breath on his ear sent a shiver through his entire body, and he could feel heat flashing into all corners of his body. He turned his head slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of her, and when their eyes met, she pushed further against him and their lips met. The kiss was soft at first, wet and warm, sweet in its way, but soon it intensified, passion flowing from both individuals into one another. Youth spun from the window reaching Abigail’s back to pull her closer, and her arms came up to rest around his neck, her hands plunging into his hair. They stumbled backwards in this embrace until reaching the oversized bed, and falling forward to land upon its soft surface. She rolled, throwing him on his back, and straddled his waist, mouths still connected. They broke in their kisses just long enough to hastily remove, sometimes rip, articles of clothing from one another’s bodies, exposing their mismatching skin tones. When both of them were finally nude, Youth leaned up, lacing both of his hands under Abigail’s buttocks, and stood up with the woman in tow. She laughed her tinkling laugh as she was lifted up, and he turned, tossing her back to the bed so that he could look at her. Everything about her was perfect he thought, her tone legs, curvy hips, nice full breasts with Hershey kiss nipples. She smiled up at him with devious intent, and it was more than he could take, so he pounced on her to more of her laughter. Just as he positioned himself to go ‘all the way’, blasts could be heard going off overhead from the direction of the park. He turned to look over his shoulder, and saw fireworks blasting in the distance, filling the room in hues of orange, blue, green, and gold. Her small hand reached up and hooked him by the chin, pulling his face back around to focus back on her. She smiled, and his heart ached at the sight of it, reaching down to kiss her before continuing what they had started. ********** Youth had awoken the next morning in the large canopy bed, but Abigail was nowhere to be found. After a quick search of the house he had made his way to The Crossroads, where he had told his partner he would meet him. He had expected Press to be angry at being nearly seven hours late, but found that apparently the big man had had his own Fat Tuesday adventure, albeit with a bottle of Jack Daniels. He had been back to the park a few times since that night, but hadn’t been able to find Abigail, until today. “Have you heard the news?” She asked excitedly. “What news?” Youth asked, his eyebrows arching. “They are buying some of the original items from the plantation from a museum downtown in New Orleans. Isn’t that good news?”
Youth’s look of disappointment didn’t match his response. “Yeah, sure. That’s great.”
She paused in her excitement for a moment, and regarded the young man through new eyes. Her previous tone turned somber, and she reached out to take both his hands in hers. When their eyes met, hers were full of concern and sincerity.
“Jason, what’s wrong?” She asked earnestly. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I haven’t seen you since….well…you know. It’s been two weeks!” He stated, a little more accusingly than he had intended. Abigail nodded, real remorse etched on her face. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’ve just been really busy, and…” She searched for something more, but upon being able to find it, she just left it at that. “Where did you go that night?”
“I had to get home. I couldn’t be seen there.”
“What do you mean you couldn’t be seen there?” He asked, afraid he wasn’t going to like the answer. “I just couldn’t.” She claimed without further explanation, her eyes turning towards the ground.
“Abigail, I don’t know what’s going on, but I’d sort of like to know if what happened meant anything to you, or was that just a onetime thing?”Her eyes darted up as if he had just struck her, and her hands released their hold on his so that she could bring them up to cover her chest. “Is that what you think of me?” She asked, obvious pain emitting from her voice. Youth’s resolve melted, all questions cast aside, and he reached out to take her by the shoulders reassuringly. “No, Abigail, that’s not what I mea….”
She cut off his response. “That’s it, isn’t it? I knew you weren’t any different. I’m just some darkie whore for you to rut on and then cast aside whenever you’re done. I’m a fool to have trusted you.”
She barked the last line, and Youth through his hands out at his sides in exasperation. “I don’t understand you, Abigail! I never said that! Those are your words, not mine, and I’m about tired of that happening every time we have a conversation.”
He had more to say, but she didn’t allow him to. “Well dat’s simple enuff den! We won’t have no more conversation!”
Her creole accent echoed off the walls of the street, as she spun on her heel, and stalked away, leaving Youth standing there speechless. He admittedly didn’t know a lot about women and their inner workings other than that they were nice to look at, and fun to play with. He couldn’t tell you how many times he had went home with a ring rat or a bar fly throughout his life, never to see them again unless by accident. He realized now, as the weight of what had just happened began to sink in, that it probably didn’t feel any better for those women as it did for him. He stood there for a few more minutes watching the alley that she had ultimately disappeared into, and finally shook his head, making his way back towards the entrance to the park. Lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn’t see Press exiting the Xayarena with a look of determination on his face. The big man paused, looked around for a minute, and then disappeared down a side alley between the House of Fun and the Rock N’ Rollercoaster. This struck him as odd, so he moseyed on over to the edge of the House of Fun, and leaned against the brick in wait. It was a few minutes before Press finally came back around the corner, a look of surprise upon spying his friend waiting for him. He looked a little disheveled, but quickly regained his composure, before joining his friend in the walk back towards the parking lot. “So, what was that all about?” Youth asked. “Just needed a minute. Why?” Press remarked a little too quickly. “No reason.” Youth replied, deciding he had enough to worry about without trying to get into the psychology of his partner. That would take a lifetime in its own right. “So, did you enjoy your walk? See that girl you’ve been obsessed with?” Press asked, changing the subject with a coy grin. “Yeah, I saw her.” Youth answered, shaking his head. “I think she might be crazy.”
“They all are kid. They all are.” Press chuckled, slapping Youth on the back playfully. Youth shrugged the slap off, but couldn’t hide the hint of a smile forming at the corners of his mouth. He could give Abigail credit for this much at least. She had taken his mind completely off of his loss to Alex Cross. *****LATER THAT WEEK***** Youth sauntered into the production department of the Xayarena, and spied Frank, the cameraman, setting up some equipment in one of the interview rooms. He made his way to the door, peeked in, and with no Brandy Irving in sight, slipped in and shut the door behind him. Frank looked up to see who was there, and upon seeing Youth, rolled his eyes, but nodded a greeting. Youth pointed to the microphone, and once again Frank nodded, moving to man the camera as the high flyer moved up front to speak. When the red light started blinking, Frank gave him the thumbs up. “Well, that’s that. What more can I say? Alex Cross knocked me out of the tournament, in what I think many would say was an upset. I mean, I know Alex Cross probably doesn’t see it that way, as Alex Cross thinks that he’s the best thing since Deadpool was announced ‘Rated R’, but that’s the way I see it. I don’t guess it really matters now, though, seeing as he’s moving on to face the looney tune, and I’m set to join Johnny Raike in what can only be described as a clusterfuck.”
Youth grins at the same time that he shakes his head. “Listen, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. After all, who wouldn’t want to earn a chance to be in a featured #1 Contenders Match for the uncrowned PAW Championship on March 17th, at our first ever Super Show event? But seriously, who the fuck is booking this shit?”
Youth looks around the room for some unseen source, but doesn’t find anything, and looks back to the camera. (Don’t even try it this time, you little bastard! THE 4th WALL IS SACRED!) “You see, Johnny Raike and I, well, we don’t exactly see eye to eye. Not to mention, he and The BombTrax sort of already have a history. A history, no matter how brief, ended with him and his tag partner at the time lying flat on their backs courtesy of a T.N.T. Though, if I recall, I never actually pinned Johnny Raike. No, it was his partner that did the honors that night, but alas, we can’t win them all, eh, Johnny?”
Youth pauses long enough to wink for the camera. “But I guess that’s the point, isn’t it? We fucking lost Johnny. We’re out of the tournament, and someone else, hopefully my oversized partner, is going to be the first PAW Heavyweight Champion EVER! I don’t know about you Johnny, but that burns my ass. I know every dog has it’s day, and you can’t win them all, and any given Sunday, and all that garbage, but it doesn’t change the fact that I wanted that fucking belt so bad that I would have just about given anything to get it.”
Youth seethes in raw emotion, picturing the title in his mind, before addressing the camera again. “But that’s exactly what this match is to us, Johnny. It’s our chance to stay in the title picture. It’s our second chance to advance. So what there’s going to be a Champion crowned on the same night, this is just our next match in the tournament. It’s what could have happened if you and I had just been able to squeeze by our opponents. Maybe, after WICKED#5, people will say it’s what ‘SHOULD’ have happened. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Johnny! Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
Youth grinned, holding his hands up to pump the brakes. “We have four young, nubile, exuberant, rookie offenders we’re going to have to polish off before we can get to that point, so it’s not like we don’t have our hands full. I mean, we’ve got to take on the Irishman, the blonde bombshell, the asshole, and the only guy who’s got a bigger mirror hanging over his bed than you do. Hell, it sounds like a god damn joke from a Judd Apatow film. Well, in that logic, all I gotta say is let’s go ‘Superbad’ on these mofo’s!”
Youth shadow boxes at the camera, and then settles down to continue. “Damn, I’m not gonna lie, It’s hard coming up with shit to say about four people who up to this point really haven’t done much here in PAW. Now, now, before you get your panties in a bunch and go running off at the mouth about the thousand reasons we should all have heard of you, just keep in mind I don’t mean that as a slight. Number one, many of you, unfortunately, made your debut on a DVD that basically got banned due to the graphic nature of an attack on my tag partner this week. Dang, Johnny. I just thought of something. I sure hope you are ready to compete by this coming show, because it’s going to suck if I have to go out and show this kids up all on my lonesome.”
Youth shakes his head in contemplation, but then regains his focus. “Anyways, sorry about that guys, almost forgot about you.”
Beaming grin. “Number two, there was a lot of crazy shit besides the hangman’s noose last event that sort of overshadowed your contributions to the show. Sort of like how Hungry Jack’s stomach probably overshadows his penis. I can only imagine that his dick is like a little Haitian girl in the wake of a Tsunami, all cowering and terrified, just praying that the wall of whatever never comes crashing down. Hrmm….”
Youth reaches up to tap his chin with his finger, inadvertently flipping off the camera. He looks off shot for a second to speak to Frank. “Do you think it’s too soon to make a Haitian Tsunami joke, or are we past that?”
“I don’t think it’s ever appropriate to make a joke like that.” Someone says off camera. (It’s Frank. ;D) Youth rolls his eyes, and waves the unseen person off . “Whatever, Frank. That’s just ridiculous. There’s a set amount of time for everything, I just don’t know what that time frame is. Somebody should write a book on it or something. Hey, there’s an idea for marketing. ‘Flaming Youth presents the Timetables for Saying Fucked Up Shit’."
The grin makes a reappearance. “Damn, I did it again. I apologize. Let me get back to the point. Maybe this would go easier if I just ran down the list and tried saying something about each of you individually. Let’s start with C.J. O’Donnell, the Irishman. I could lie to you and say that I’ve never heard of you, but truth be told, your Unstable moniker precedes you. Believe it or not, Four Corner’s Wrestling isn’t lost on us Louisiana backwater hillbillies. Not for those of us who have satellite, anyways. You say that you want outside of your comfort zone, that you want a chance to prove yourself. You even said you need redemption. So your big plan, all along, was to leave 4CW for PAW in order to regain some sort of status you believe in your deluded mind you once had, and then what? Leave us in the dust for greener pastures.”
Youth smirked, shaking his head at the futility. “It’s a sad day, Irishman, when a man finds himself not good enough for the big leagues only to come to the minor leagues, where he thinks he’s going to excel, only to get buried once again. And make no mistake, C.J., that’s exactly what’s going to happen if our paths have to cross too often in this match. I’ll take whatever’s left after the Unstable life you’ve been living, and sink it so far down that no amount of shillelagh waving is going to help you find it again.”
Youth waved the thought away as if it were stinky garbage. “That leads me to your partner, Trixie. Now she looks like the kind of girl you could take home to mom, if mom was a pimp named Shawn. Why, Shawn, you ask? Cause Shawn runs the lower east side docks in New Orleans, and he’s a smooth talking motherfucker who loves the ladies. Cheap plug for my boy Shawn!”
Youth fist bumps the camera, jostling it, much to the dismay of Frank. “Oh, Trixie, what does one even say to you. I mean, just when we got rid of Tapanga Britt, you show up to replace her. I’m pretty sure it’s gimmicks like yours that have set women’s rights back like fifty years. Hey, look at me, I’m gorgeous. Fo’ Sho! I’ve got such pretty blonde hair, and I’m awesome. Fo’ Sho! I fucked half the roster cause I slipped, tripped, and fell on their cocks. Fo’ Sho! You know, those of us who have been in the wrestling business actually have a name for chicks like you. We call them ring rats. I think you can decipher from that what they are all about.”
Youth winks for the camera. “Next up, is Calvin Harris. Jesus, how are we going to keep up with all the Harris’ around here? Did Stevie have a fucking family reunion recently, and just invite all his gangly eyed cousins down for a jamboree? I imagine that clan is something like the Seven Dwarves from Snow White, where Stevie is Crazy Dwarf, and that would make Calvin, Asshole Dwarf. I’m just kidding you, man. I know you and Stevie aren’t related. Well, I don’t really know, but I wouldn’t think so. Two totally different styles.”
“Where Stevie goes on and on about what fucked up thing he’s going to pull out of his bag of tricks, you spend all of your time going on and on about ‘Dark clouds’, ‘Martyrs’, and how the wrestling business is a shrine that should be respected and loved. Oh, you even did one of those clever lines, where you bitch and whine about being put in a dark match, followed by, ‘it doesn’t really bother me’, when it’s pretty obvious that five minute spiel wasn’t because you were happy about it. Though, I sort of want to call gimmick infringement. I did the same thing in my last promo against Alex Cross, and like a complete asshole he spent half his on-air time covering every fucking bullet point.”
Youth holds up his hand, and waves the thought off. “But I digress, back to Calvin. He says he’s a man of his word, all Joker style, and shit. Ooooooo. You might think this freak show isn’t your bag, but trust me kid, you’ll fit right in.”
The infamous grin returns. “Last, but not least, we have Tyler Keenan. Man, I used to think Johnny Raike loved the sound of his own voice, but you might just take the cake. Never fear, Johnny, I have an answer to this particular problem. Every time Tyler Keenan looks like he’s about to mount some offense, I’ll just pull out a mirror and it should halt all action. For fucks sake, now that I think about it, that will take out at least three people in this fucking match, one being my own tag team partner. Well, Johnny, that’s out of the question. I guess we’re just going to have to beat this pretty bastard the old fashioned way.”
Youth leans in conspiratorially. “With a little Slow Burn and a lot of Full Frontal. (Whispers) We can call that finisher Herpes. (Wink) Think about it.”
Youth throws his head back and cackles as he makes his way around the desk, and towards the door. It only illustrates that Stevie Harris doesn’t hold the only title for crazy in Pure Amusement. Fade to black.  [/ |
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:11:21 GMT
February 19th 2016
Backstage at Wicked #4 - 12:30 AM CST[/b]
The camera fades backstage after Wicked #4 has ended you see ring crew members walking backstage with equipment in there hands. Out of the corner of the camera scene you see “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell leaning up against the wall. He has on a white Unstable t-shirt on with blue jeans and white sneakers. CJ has also a pair of white headphones on his ear as he is scrolling through his phone not really paying attention to his surroundings. As Trixie is seen exiting a locker room door with a two pieces of luggage following close behind her. She looks a bit frustrated or agitated as she looks up and down the hall looking for someone or something.Dressed up in a trench coat over what can be clearly seen as a little black dress, Trixie’s heels clack on the floor as she sees Caleb doing nothing and pauses in front of him with her two bags that she drops in front of him.
Trixie: Excuse me, would you mind assisting me, I thought we all get an assigned assistant, didn’t realize I had to actually locate some PAW staff to assist me. Can you grab those bags for me and follow me to my car.
Trixie finishes saying while taking the time to look over Caleb just once and starts with a step towards the parking lot area, awaiting the sound of bags being picked up. CJ takes the headphones out of his ears and looks at Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: Excuse me? You want me to do what?
Trixie turns back to CJ and gives him a flirty look and a playful touch on the shoulder as she points down to her bags located just near his feet.
Trixie: Oh sweetie, I didn’t realize you were listening to music, can you grab my bags for me please. I’m so glad I find some PAW Staff to help, I can’t be expected to carry my bags all around here. If you could, follow me, I was gonna wait outside for a cab.
CJ looks down at her bags and then back up at Trixie with a smirk on his face.
CJ O'Donnell: Ummm you do know I am a wrestler here in PAW right. I know I haven't had a televised match yet but you shouldn't judge someone just by the way they dress. I mean looking at you …
O’Donnell looks at Trixie and examines what she is wearing underneath that trench coat.
CJ O'Donnell: I could say it looks like you are about to go out clubbing to grind up on some guy and just leave him with blue balls. But in reality you are probably really into your fashion that is why you are dressed the way you are. Am I right?
Trixie proceeds to remove the coat down to her shoulders to give O’Donnell a full look at her outfit, and even leans forward so he can see it from a few added angles
Trixie: Well I am into my fashion ever so slightly, as is any girl. But as for the club theory, let's just say I don’t leave grind on what I don’t plan on taking home and completing. Interesting what popped into your mind first though.
Trixie proceeds to begin to pull the coat back up her forearms as she smirks to herself.
CJ O'Donnell: It's every guy's first thought. I am the type of person who says what's on his mind. No bullshit. No lying. I say it. You either like it or you don't. It is that simple.
Trixie pauses and pouts a teeny bit.
Trixie: So what is on your mind right now Mr. Wrestler?
CJ unplugs the earphones from his phone and puts them in his pants pocket.
CJ O'Donnell: Sorry I forgot to introduce myself as I am sure a lady of your stature did not take the time to watch the dark matches. The name is Caleb James O’Donnell. Pleasure to meet you Trixie.
CJ extends his hand to shake the hand of Trixie who looks at it at first. Trixie looks impressed that this newcomer to PAW knows exactly who she is. Trixie offers her hand to CJ a little puzzled, as she brushes her hair back with her other hand.
Trixie: Well, I don’t usually shake hands, back in Nevada, we girls are often greeted by the kisses on the cheek. When in Paris...
Trixie grabs CJ’s hand lightly and proceeds to shake it. Then getting an idea, pulls his hand up as she plants a small peck kiss on the back of his palm. Trixie lets his hand go and senses a small spark between them.
CJ O'Donnell: I guess girls on the West Coast are a little more open about what they like. The girls up in Boston can be a little stuck up at times. So what are your plans for the rest of the night?
CJ phone makes a noise and it must have been a text as he checks it while Trixie answers his question. Trixie notices his attention drop from her and uses his phones distraction to fully disrobe out of her coat and hold it in her hands to show off herself in the dress entirely while waiting patiently for his reaction.
Trixie: Well I was kind of thinking of going to check out the club scene in Louisiana, for some reason I think I have grinding in my mind….somehow….
CJ stops looking at his phone and he slides it into his back pocket. The Distinguished sees Trixie holding her coat and sticking out her chest a little to get more attention from him but he plays it cool.
CJ O'Donnell: The mind can play tricks on you. I don't know if you know this yet but we seem to be tag team partners for the next Wicked show. So I guess we need to think of a strategy for it as the winners have a huge opportunity.
Trixie’s eyes widen at the newfound and full attention she now has from CJ and takes a small but noticeable step towards him as she slowly lets the coat kind of become heavy to her and slip out of her hand slowly.
Trixie: If we’re tag team partners for our next show, then I guess it’s kinda weird I ran into you out here. I mean if we have a number of days between now and then, I think...maybe...we need to see what our chemistry is like, right?
Trixie says as she kinda keeps the coat then in her hands. Looking around now and twirling to see the area and keep a little watch on the arena closing down, while also showing off her back image and side profile to The Distinguished. Trixie proceeds to take half a step back and check her coat pocket then for her own phone to check the time.
CJ O'Donnell: Are we talking about chemistry inside or outside of the ring? You seem very sweet and are very beautiful but I am focused on making a name for myself. I also have my eye on a certain female and would not want to screw that up somehow. I hope you understand.
Trixie sulks at the denial but keeps her smile high and steps up to CJ.
Trixie: I don’t see how I could interfere with you making a name for themselves. And as for this ‘other’ female. We girls are sparked by competition, I guarantee you she’ll want you more after me than before.
CJ flashes his pearly whites at Trixie before he cracks his knuckles.
CJ O'Donnell: I know girls are competitive but I think to myself is the risk worth the reward and I can honestly say no. Plus you don’t even know me. Would you really want me to tickle your belly from the inside? Trust me I am not a nice guy once you get to know me. I can be a real asshole and douchebag. Plus a second ago you thought I was a PAW backstage personnel to help you with your bags.
Trixie: And trust me when I say nice guys aren’t my cup of tea. I was simply thinking if we got ourselves in sync, even if it was just once, we would be a lot closer and we’d also have a better connection. Isn’t that important in a relationship?
CJ chuckles a bit.
CJ O'Donnell: And how do you want to get in sync? I heard a rumor that if you see something you want. Nothing is going to stop you. I can confirm that rumor is the truth now.
Trixie: That is true, as for getting in sync, you seem like a smart guy, I don’t believe you need me to spell it out for you. Unless you prefer to be out of sync for our first televised tag team match.
CJ O'Donnell: No I rather make a statement. You seem like you have plans tonight so as a good partner I'll help you to the car with your bags. When are you free to talk strategy and stuff?
Trixie takes out her phone and passes it to CJ to enter his number
Trixie: Well why don’t you drop your number in there, and I’ll call you up for strategy talk, maybe even meet up somewhere to throw in some double team practice.
As CJ is putting his number into Trixie’s phone he continues to speak.
CJ O'Donnell: Works for me. Any idea when and where this meeting might take place?
Before he hands the phone back to Trixie he calls himself so he can store her number into his phone. CJ grabs Trixie’s bags as he walks down the hallway with her.
Trixie: The meeting should be at a joint where we can fully work silly, like a Gym for example. What better place to actual squeeze in some actual practice and have live, acted out strategies? Nowhere else. Do you have much plans then that I have to work around to get you in the ring?
As CJ and Trixie reach the door to exit O’Donnell holds it up.
CJ O'Donnell: When it comes to getting ready mentally and physically for a match I am free whenever. Hell we can go to the gym now if you want?
The Distinguished gives Trixie a look and notices she is not properly dressed for a midnight workout session.
CJ O'Donnell: Maybe not you aren't really dressed to have a hard workout. If you want we can even watch some video of our opponents as I'm sure I can find something we can use against them.
Trixie slows down her pace of her walk to let CJ take the lead in their movement.
Trixie: A Gym sounds like a great idea to throwdown. I had my heart set on letting my hair down, and letting loose for the evening. I can see you’re eager to start, I find it a little hot. So lead the way and let's watch some videos of our opponents. Say, do you know who we’re facing? In the excitement of it all, I actually haven’t bothered to look.
CJ O'Donnell: Okay so tomorrow about 6 o'clock. Does that work for you? Maybe we grab a bite to eat afterwards. We are in a Tornado Tag Team match against Calvin Harris and Tyler Keenan and the other team is Flaming Youth and Johnny Raike. We need to be on the same page as the winning tag team of this match will face each other on the Super Show for a chance to be crowned #1 Contender for the PAW Championship decided in the finals. Also you look like you have plans tonight and I wouldn't want to interrupt them.
Trixie: Oh really? Wow, that’s an incredible opportunity for both of us. I don’t want failure in my earlier career, and I know I’m the only woman right now in that tag match so, what a standout that would be, defeating 4 guys in one rather hectic and chaotic match up.
Trixie puts on her coat as he opinion has drastically changed
Trixie: I’ve had a change of heart. I can go out clubbing any night of the week, we have how many days? Well however many we do have, we need to squeeze in a lot of practice. So I’m going to call it a night.
Trixie pauses as she does the belt up on the jacket to demonstrate not verbally, but physically through her body language to CJ, that she has got wrestling on her mind as well as other things. Trixie then bumps her elbow against his arm to fully attract his attention.
Trixie: Say do you think you’ll walk me home. I’ve not spent much time in the south let alone Louisiana, and my phone is on low battery, you think you’d accompany me to my hotel, unless you think it’s safe walking.
CJ O'Donnell: It is an incredible opportunity for the both of us. And no need to worry I know you can handle yourself inside the ring as I saw your match as it was right before mine. That Shining Apprentice came from out of nowhere.
O’Donnell pauses for a moment as he stops in the parking lot. It's not a cold night by any means in the mid 40s as Trixie and CJ begin to walk towards the street.
CJ O'Donnell: I have complete confidence in you as my tag team partner. But in the same token I will watch your back as long as you watch mine. So how far is your hotel from the arena?
Trixie’s cheeks blush partly from the cold weather but from the attention she had gotten from CJ who watched her match. Her heels tend to clack on the sidewalk as she stays close to CJ in the unfamiliar streets she finds herself in.
Trixie: Thank you, good to know you were watching my match, I hope you liked my attire as well, I found it showed myself off rather well and tastefully. I can hit that kick on practically anyone, Raike, Harris, whichever stud comes up.
Trixie’s pace slows as her eyes are directed to the road and keeping a lookout for a cab that appears to not be in sight at the current hour.
Trixie: Well not that far if you drive, a long walk if you walk it. I didn’t even think to have a hire car ready, so I’m gonna need to call a cab up. That is, unless you have a ride around?
Trixie’s eyes bat as she takes CJ’s hand and squeezes it just a tad for security and for him to get the hint.
CJ O'Donnell: Sorry didn't pay close attention to what you were wearing I'm sure it showed off your best assets. I was more focused on how you handled yourself inside the ring. I like to study people and have a habit of people watching.
CJ reaches in his pocket and dangles some keys as he flashes a smile in Trixie’s direction.
CJ O'Donnell: My car is about two more blocks down on the left hand side of the street. Would you like a ride home?
Trixie’s eyes become transfixed on the keys as they dangle and reflect the street light before her eyes casually transfer to the smile and Trixie admires his facial structure
Trixie: Sure, you can give me a ride home, I’m pretty much in your hands CJ, lets see what you drive.
CJ O'Donnell: It is nothing special. I am not about the fancy stuff in life.
CJ flashes a smirk towards the camera as both Trixie and himself cross the street. They walk about twenty more feet before CJ stops rather quickly.
CJ O'Donnell: Ohhh who am I kidding. I feel if you work hard enough for your stuff you should spoil yourself. Who else is going to right?
O’Donnell stops in front of red 2017 Jeep Grand Cherokee Trackhawk. Trixie looks …
CJ O'Donnell: Now I know this is not suppose to be out for about four more months but let’s just say one day in was in my driveway. How could I pass something like this up.
CJ clicks the button on his keychain to open up the trunk as he places Trixie’s stuff in the trunk of his car.
CJ O'Donnell: So what do you think Trixie?
As CJ closes the trunk of the car and walks over to where Trixie is standing. He opens up the passenger side door for Trixie who doesn’t get into the vehicle right away. Trixie smiles at the sight of the vehicle in front of her, reaching out to touch the glossy red paint job. She turns back to him and thanks him with a hug that she brushes herself up against him.
Trixie: Red Cars usually mean fast and dangerous drivers. But I think you know I find that more of a thrill factor. A nice car like this though sure has a lot of space, you could sure do a lot of things in those back seats. How did you get it so early?
Trixie steps forward to rub her hand on the seat cushion of her soon to be seat
Trixie: These seats are really nice CJ. We girls sure love comfortable seats for our buns to rest.
Trixie awaits CJ’s permission before even stepping foot near his car again, despite touching it with her hands already, liking the dominant attitude that he’s showing since unveiling his ride to her.
CJ O'Donnell: Let’s just say someone owed me a favor and he knows I could use a car after my last one was destroyed by some asshole. Anyway after you.
CJ waits for Trixie to sit in the seat as he closes the passenger door. You see CJ walking outside the front of the vehicle as he opens the driver’s side door and jumps in. He puts the key into the ignition and turns the car on.
CJ O'Donnell: Alright so where do you live?
Trixie pulls out her coat pocket her mobile, where she types in the hotels address and a navigation to the hotel appears on her phone which she shows to CJ and keeps it in her hand. Removing her coat due to the cosy and warm car, as she asks him
Trixie: Know where that is?
Trixie says as she shows him the direction again as CJ looks at the cell phone.
CJ O'Donnell: I think I know how to follow directions from a cell phone.
The camera fades to black as CJ takes off down the street and Trixie is seen looking at O’Donnell.
February 21st 2016
Local Gym - 6:15 PM[/b]
As the camera fades in you see “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell and Trixie inside of a local gym. It is not crowded. CJ is wearing a pair of green mesh shorts with a white cut off shirt. As you get a glimpse of his tattooed arms as he is walking towards the pull up machine and jumps on it. CJ begins to pull himself up. Trixie is currently refilling her water bottle at the nearby water cooler available to all and fills her bottle pretty much to the rim of her bottle. She has chosen a pair of yellow yoga tight shorts that leave her slender and smooth legs exposed and link into a small pair of white socks and a pair of black running shoes. Her top choice has been none other than just a white and navy blue sports bra, leaving her stomach, arms, neck and most of her upper-body exposed, as she notices a lot of looks coming her way by passers. Trixie takes just a sip through the mouthpiece with a filter and walks up to CJ, staying a safe distance away as she browses her phone for a killer gym playlist. O’Donnell looks over his left shoulder at Trixie who is scrolling through her phone as he asks her a question in between breaths.
CJ O'Donnell: You ready to feel a good burn?
Trixie’s attention is caught as she looks up to see CJ’s eyes on her and him breathing heavier from his workout. She gets a naughty smile on her face and puffs her chest out for the bold and loud question.
Trixie: Why? What are you going to do to me? And in Public?
CJ drops down after about fifteen pull ups and looks at Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: I am going to make you sweat like you have never sweat before. You are going to be extremely sore after this session. It might even hurt to walk after this. You sure you can handle it?
Trixie, as CJ speaks, not only blushes but her eyes peer down to his shorts for most of his statement before they return back up to meet his gaze. She throws out a muscle pose to show off her slender guns to the Distinguished. CJ smiles before he bends down and picks up a red 32 ounce Gatorade bottle and takes a sip from it.
Trixie: That’s a real nice treat to hear CJ. But I think that all the other guys here wanna make me sore after this session too. I’m here to workout remember?
Trixie takes a few steps back and starts to stretch her arms out, and her whole body with some bending that seems to attract a lot of the not so crowded gym to her as she does it.
CJ O'Donnell: I was talking about working out Trixie. You know I get the feeling that this gym has become a lot more crowded since you started stretching. I swear these guys are hoping to see a wardrobe malfunction or something.
CJ shakes his head in disappointment at the testosterone level inside of the gym tonight as Trixie is still stretching out her curvy body. Trixie pauses her stretches to text Mr. O’Donnell a quick message
Would you like to see that malfunction? I think it would give me a thrill and get me ready to workout for our tv match. Plus I’d not like to disappoint them.
Trixie puts the phone down in front of her as she goes down on all fours and stretches downwards to lift her behind in the air, so her back doesn’t pull and for some great shots to her audience while looking up at CJ to reply via text or vocally. As The Distinguished cell phone beeps twice to notify him that he has a text message. CJ pulls the phone out of his shorts pocket and he reads the text as a small smile appears his face. CJ looks down at Trixie getting a great view of cleavage.
CJ O'Donnell: I’ll make you a deal. If we are victorious at Wicked this coming week then you can have that malfunction. Plus I can already tell you are excited as you have …
CJ points to Trixie’s chest.
CJ O'Donnell: Pokies!
Trixie stands up from her pose to not even look down. She knows they are there and makes sure to turn around to give the guys watching her that vision as she does this to appear happy and spins fully around to adjust her tights so the thong lines becomes visible on the hips and back. CJ catches himself staring for a brief moment as you hear some whistles from some of the guys in the gym.
Trixie: Well then CJ, I better get myself in tip top shape if we’ve got. A Tornado Triple Threat Tag Match? I better hit that treadmill and make sure my stamina is at main event level, just like I know something else will be. Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong.
Trixie says as she walks on over to the treadmills, stepping on as her hips and behind become higher up, almost eye level to some people and starts a casual jog/walk like motion on the treadmill, adding a slight incline to her workout so she’s pushing herself for the upcoming TV fight.
CJ O'Donnell: Something tells me your stamina level is very high.
CJ turns around and sees two guys staring at Trixie ass on the treadmill. Obviously, the walk/jog motion is making her butt have some jiggle in it. CJ shakes his head and points at both of them.
CJ O'Donnell: Don’t you two have anything else to do than stare like a bunch of horny middle aged man. For fuck sake she is young enough to be your daughter. I would advise you to get back to your workout routine. Nothing else to see here.
CJ turns back around as it seems Trixie has increased her incline on the treadmill and has turned up the speed a little on the treadmill.
CJ O'Donnell: Nice form but do you really think sex sells that much?
The two middle aged men did not listen as one of them shouts at Trixie …
Man I would love to smack that ass. She could ride me all night long.[/i]
Trixie hears the comment and gives the man a wave for his compliment, with a slightly more swayed hip run to show off her ass a little more. CJ turns around quickly and gets in his face.
CJ O'Donnell: Listen I know you haven’t gotten laid in over fifteen years but that is because your gut is hiding your dick and you can’t find it even to masturbate. You probably also have to see down to piss.
What the fuck is your problem?
CJ O'Donnell: My problem is you. We are trying to train for a very important match and you giving her attraction is making things worse. I have a schedule to maintain here.
The guy who has been shouting comments or insults at Trixie pushes CJ to the side and walks up to the side of the treadmill as he begins to converse with Trixie.
Hey beautiful my name is Dan. Is your name Angel because it’s obvious you feel from heaven.[/i]
You hear CJ laughing in the background at that pick-up line.
CJ O'Donnell: Fucking amateur.
Trixie slows down her treadmill in order to have a conversation with the middle aged man called Dan who has just introduced himself.
Trixie: Hi Dan, it’s not quite Angel. Trixie, I’m hoping to be an angel though and get to a certain heaven. Nice to meet you.
What a beautiful name and I am sure you are an angel but I am looking for a bad girl in the bedroom. As a matter of fact, I have this sexy white lingerie that would make you look like an angel. Care to go back to my place?[/i]
Trixie: Well, it’s a nice offer Dan, but I can’t leave right now, I came here to get some training in for an upcoming television match I have with that guy over there, oh, I mean that guy who is walking up right now.
CJ has had enough and approaches this man named Dan. Before The Distinguished reaches the treadmill he pulls a fire extinguisher of the side of a column next to the treadmill. CJ taps him on the shoulder and Dan turns around.
CJ O'Donnell: Listen here asshole. You just got denied. So why don’t you go back to your fuck buddy behind me here and take a hike.
Go fuck yourself little man. I am gonna bring this little tramp home with me tonight.
Trixie: Tramp?
That comment obviously pissed off CJ and he starts spraying Dan with the fire extinguisher. As white smoke fills the gym and Dan is trying to fight through the thickness of it he decides it is best to throw a right punch but CJ lifts up the fire extinguisher and he hits it instead. Trixie gets off her treadmill to avoid the white smoke from getting into her hair. As Dan begins to shake his right hand he decides to charge CJ but he side steps him and Dan drives his head into the column. In a mere second he drops to the floor and CJ begins to laugh…
CJ O'Donnell: Fucking moron.
CJ looks at Trixie and helps her off the treadmill as he turns to the rest of the men in the gym and shouts.
CJ O'Donnell: IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO INTERRUPT OUR WORKOUT YOU WILL SUFFER THE SAME FUCKING FATE! LEAVE US ALONE!
O’Donnell drops the fire extinguisher on the chest of Dan on the floor.
CJ O'Donnell: Are you alright Trixie?
Trixie checks out her hair to see no harm done and it’s pretty much the blonde locks she had before the fire extinguisher went off.
Trixie: Yes, I think so. I’m just wondering how I feel from Angel to Tramp? Seriously, guy needs to show some respect at least if you’re trying to hit on me.
Trixie pauses to just make sure she’s fully ok, and her outfit has no spots on it
Trixie: Can we go to a private room? I think I’m quite warmed up to talk strategy, plan some moves and then we can come out here and do some weights and our workout.
CJ O'Donnell: It’s simple no man wants to be rejected. It is like getting kicked in the balls with a high heel.
Trixie: I didn’t even say no. I said not right now, we...me and you had to do some workout and training. It’s a little thing called patience.
Trixie says as she lifts the top of her sports bra up to just triple check nothing got her underneath her sports bra, showing her mild sense of humor and flirty behaviour have already returned.
CJ O'Donnell: When that little head starts thinking for you that is when trouble starts happening. Anyway let’s go to that private room so we have no more interruptions.
Trixie takes the lead and walks to the doors at the back of the gym where gymnastics usually take place as CJ of course walks behind her to block the view to the men so no more interruptions can happen. Trixie opens the door to find a smaller room, with mats down on the floor for safety and she walks onto them to feel the sponge of the mat, the padding and lifts up her arms to make sure she’s fully stretched out. She turns to meet CJ’s gaze with her arms still up, squeezing together her boobs innocently as she waits for CJ to decide on their first activity, be it talking or tag team training. CJ cracks his neck as he looks at Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: Are you ready?
Trixie shakes her head to say no, not yet and points at the floor with her finger near her right foot to further stretch out her hips, her back and her stomach. Noticing the looks, she does the exact same to her other leg and then walks up to CJ in order to use him to balance, so she can grab her right foot and balance. Trixie turns to face away and playfully pretends to lose her balance slightly as she grazes his shorts with her behind.
CJ O'Donnell: You alright? Are you feeling light headed? Do you need some water?
Trixie shakes her head again to tell him no. As she changes leg and balances dead set against him from behind and once again pretends to lose her balance as she once again grazes her ass on his shorts again.
Trixie: I’m not light headed CJ, are you ok?
CJ O'Donnell: Yep I am fine.
Trixie continues this stretching and smirks to herself.
Trixie: Are you sure you’re not getting a little, or substantially light headed, just my hunch from what I can feel.
CJ gets a little red in the face but tries to hide it as best he can.
CJ O'Donnell: You are not the first woman to be in a position like this with me. So if I put you in this maneuver how would you get out?
CJ wraps his arms around the waist of Trixie as a smile comes across her face. CJ quickly spins her around and puts her in a side headlock. Trixie at first tries to push CJ away to free herself but finds his grip to be rather tough, so instead she gets in a few touches of his behind before casually pushing her knee into the back of his to destabilize his stance and have a gap to get herself out but falls with CJ to the floor of the mat and lets out a small laugh.
Trixie: I’m sure I’m not the first girl in this position either, but I got out.
Trixie gets up from the mat to dust herself off.
Trixie: Growing up in Vegas, I was taught that little hold and how to get out of it by the time I was 8 CJ.
Trixie then offers her hand to CJ to help him up. CJ reaches out with a smile on his face and he grabs Trixie’s hand.
CJ O'Donnell: Not exactly how I would have escaped it but still effective.
Trixie helps pull up CJ and instead of letting go of her arm he flips her over with an arm drag onto the mat and in a fluid motion gets on top of Trixie as he sits on her stomach and holds her arms to the mat.
CJ O'Donnell: Okay let’s see you escape this then?
Trixie smirks and says up to CJ.
Trixie: Well usually it’s the other way around. But my wrestling training has taught me to do this.
Trixie uses her little strength to just get her arms slightly off the mat and it’s all a decoy so she can hook her ankles over CJ’s shoulders to pull him down to the ring as she holds down the quads of his legs and counts her own cover
Trixie: 1!....2!....
CJ kicks out and pushes his hair out of his face looking impressed at Trixie’s flexibility. Trixie stays on CJ as she moves around him to apply a sleeper hold to him and wraps her legs around his waist for good measure to squeeze him as tight as she wants too while whispering in his ear.
Trixie: I think we’ll call that kick out a 2, only just though. Impressed?
CJ O'Donnell: I wouldn’t expect anything less from you but ...
CJ uses his strength to his advantage as he begins to unlock Trixie’s legs from around his waist. Trixie lets out a little woo as he lifts her up, impressed by his strength. As CJ gets up to his feet Trixie spins around so she is facing CJ with her legs wrapped around his back now. CJ and Trixie are nose to nose.
CJ O'Donnell: Are you a contortionist or double jointed?
Trixie: I would say as a dancer, you have to be able to amaze your guests, and by the sparkle in your eyes, job done.
CJ O'Donnell: Careful you might get a hair out of place.
CJ reaches behind him and unwraps Trixie’s legs again and then he pushes her up to where Trixie’s legs are around CJ’s head. O’Donnell goes to powerbomb her to the mat but Trixie reverses it into a hurricanrana. CJ lands on his back as Trixie crotch area is in his face. Trixie holds the legs and counts her own pinfall a second time
Trixie: 1!.....2!......3! and I win!
Trixie lets go of CJ’s legs and notices where he is and doesn’t get up initially, peering down
Trixie: Are you enjoying yourself down there?
CJ looks up and knows that if he talks the vibrations of his voice might make Trixie enjoy it even more. So O’Donnell instead grabs Trixie by her hips and lifts her up and slides underneath her legs. CJ sits on his backside as he talks to the back of Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: I’ll let you have that fall but I call shenanigans as I believe you counted very fast. By the way, I think we have a Peeping Dan?
CJ points to the door and you see Dan from earlier in the evening looking through the glass. Trixie waves at him and Dan thinks that is an invite. Dan opens the door and CJ let’s out a sigh.
I would have stayed in the position for hours. Matter of fact sit on my face and I’ll make you orgasm six different ways.[/i]
Trixie appears taken back by the remark and gives CJ a wink and a nudge. Trixie snaps back into her saunter as she walks around to the back of Dan.
Trixie: Dan wasn’t it?
Yes sweet tits![/i]
Trixie gives a highly girly giggle, that’s been forced highly even by Trixie. She crouches down and glances just to CJ once with a wink to then give Dan a come hither finger
Trixie: Come over here for a second, you’re pretty confident in yourself and your, let’s call them abilities….
Dan approaches Trixie with a huge smile on his face.
Trixie: Just repeat for me one more time what you said before, and if you say it right, I may send CJ away and make it happen.
You mean sweet tits……[/i]
Trixie takes his hand and lures him down to his knees, to be crouched like Trixie
Trixie: No, I mean, I love the name, but the comment you said when you came in.
You mean all those orgasms you are gonna have with me in between your legs….
Trixie glances back at CJ and gives him the final wink before she stands up in front of Dan.
Trixie: Well, I think any girl can’t refuse that. I mean we were in the middle of practice weren’t we CJ? But Dan here gave me an offer I can’t refuse. I think if you’re going to give me all them, I should definitely give you something in return. Dan, I’m sure you’re very experienced, so you know what a shining apprentice is right?
Trixie says batting her eyes and turns to her side to distract Dan of CJ’s movements as he too stands up as she wiggles her hips to make sure Dan’s hypnotized by her and waits for him to answer her clear trap.
Of course I do. I am HUGE fan of yours.
Dan adjusts himself in his pants and gives Trixie a wink. Trixie smiles and has had enough of his sleazy behavior as she hits him in the head with one of her kicks and leaves the dazed Dan to the mercy of CJ. As The Distinguished goes behind Dan and lifts him up as he delivers a Deadlift German Suplex. Dan lands on the back on his neck.
CJ O'Donnell: Excuse me for a second - people don’t know how to listen!
Trixie: Take your time.
CJ grabs Dan by his right ankle and begins to drag him outside back to the gym. As you see about a handful of guys in the main area of the gym. CJ finishes pulling Dan to the outside of the gym and leaves his prone body there.
CJ O'Donnell: Can’t you people listen. Leave us alone. We don’t want to take any picture or sign any autographs. We are here to train for a very important match. Now leave us alone or the next interruption I swear I will break someone’s fucking neck.
CJ spits on the chest of Dan as he walks back to the private room where Trixie is seen stretching again. As CJ walks back into the room Trixie looks from in between her legs.
CJ O'Donnell: How much stretching can one woman possible do?
Trixie blows him a small kiss in the position and smiles
Trixie: I need to stay limber, or else I could pull something. We wouldn’t have these interruptions if you had said you were my boyfriend, don’t blame me because I’m hot. My body just got us a dummy to practice tag moves on. If that was Calvin or whoever we come across, they’ll be down and out, making you and me championship contenders.
Trixie proceeds to lean down to each of her feet to keep her ass pointed out at the distinguished, knowing he’s watching.
CJ O'Donnell: If I was your boyfriend you wouldn’t have dressed like that as it would have been for my eyes only. I know you like to flaunt your body and all but shouldn’t some things be left for the imagination. Just saying if you want to be taken seriously maybe you should cover up a little bit more. If you want my advice?
CJ smiles at Trixie but she doesn’t look happy. She leaps up onto her feet and crosses her arms over her chest.
Trixie: Sure, what advice have you got?
CJ O'Donnell: Don’t start pouting. You have an amazing body there is no denying that but use that to your advantage in other ways.
Trixie’s shifts her weight on her feet as she opens her mouth but no words come out, confused by his statement.
Trixie: So you’re asking me to cover up and then to use my body. And they say girls don’t say what they mean.
CJ O'Donnell: I am saying if you want to be taken seriously you need to stop being so god damn sexual all the time. Do you know how hard it is too concentrate when you have an ass or tits in your face. Or is that your strategy against men?
Trixie tries to keep at her current mood, but can’t help but smirk to herself, brushing her hair back from her face.
Trixie: Might be. And since I’m the only girl in our tag team match up, why are you complaining about that? It’s a huge...huge benefit to you. I mean if you want me to go all prudish, say so.
CJ O'Donnell: Is that really how you want to win this tag match? Wouldn’t you rather beat them into a bloody pulp then give them blue balls for eternity? Come on Trixie you proved to me you can wrestle and are not some Playboy looking woman. Take pride in your in ring ability.
Trixie pauses to herself and nods in agreement. She comes out of her shell again, by uncrossing her arms to have a more open body language channel with CJ.
Trixie: I know I can wrestle too. I really want to win the exact same way we double teamed that punk Dan. I can focus and throwdown like any guy in that match up too. But I’m not a guy CJ. I like to express my femininity too, if guys get a little hot and bothered by it, well that’s an advantage I have. Now, the boys have gone, room to ourselves. Shall we start getting to work and start practicing I dunno, reversals to moves we know our opponents are going to use?
CJ O'Donnell: I can tell you are not a guy you make it very obvious. All I am trying to say Trixie is use that speed and flexibility you have also to your advantage. Everyone sees a blonde woman and immediately they think bimbo, clutz, airhead. You are far from that. I think you want attention because it makes you feel alive inside. You know what will also make you feel worthwhile, hearing our names announced at the winners. No one expects us to win. They think we are at a disadvantage because you are the only female in the ring. They think you are the weakest link but I know otherwise. Women give birth no man can ever say they can endure that amount of pain.
CJ seems to be getting his adrenaline flowing and he must be getting hot as he takes his shirt off in a fluid motion and throws it down to the mat.
CJ O'Donnell: The ball is in your court Trixie what do you want to do?
Trixie’s almost transfixed on his words of encouragement, and is silent for just a brief moment as he removes his shirt right in front of her and takes her attention span for a moment, before she has a little cringe face for his childbirth remark.
Trixie: I’m gonna take the ball then and show the world then I’m not a bimbo, a clutz or whatever else you said they see blondes as.
Trixie says as she picks up his shirt off the mat and puts it on, clearly very baggy on her, but does it to show O’Donnell she’s not gonna be flaunting herself, but also has monopolized his shirt.
Trixie: Does this prove I’m not going to just gloat my body?
CJ O'Donnell: Yes it is a start but what do you know about Calvin Harris?
Trixie taps her foot on the floor’s padded mat trying to think of Calvin
Trixie: Calvin? I haven’t ever met him in the ring before. I hear he’s kind of a rule breaker though. That’s just gossip though.
CJ O'Donnell: Well let’s not focus on gossip. Calvin is the real deal inside the ring. He is a hybrid. He adapts to everything inside the ring chain grappling, brawl, take it to the air and is pretty good at reversing moves. The way to beat him is to wear him down in the submission style. It takes his off his game plan and makes him feel human inside the ring and not martyr like he claims to be.
Trixie can be seen to be a little worried by the comments.
Trixie: Ok, that might be an issue, since the only submission move I can really use effectively is the armbar. So I mean I could focus on the shoulder, the arm. What’s your submission game like?
CJ O'Donnell: I am not a submission specialist but you can learn some very basic moves. Here let me show you. I am going to lay on the mat.
CJ lays down on the mat on his stomach as he turns around to Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: So stand over me and then grab both my legs, bend down and pull back with your arms.
Trixie moves and steps over CJ, standing to face his legs, she bends down to grab both of his legs, putting one in each of her arms and pulls back as instructed, sitting down on CJ’s lower back due to his heavy legs. CJ speaks through the pain.
CJ O'Donnell: That is what you call a Boston Crab. Now if you drop one leg and pull back that is a Single Legged Boston Crab. Look you just learned two new submission moves.
Trixie lets him go and playfully pats him on the butt once as she gets off of him to stand impressed by her newfound knowledge of submission wrestling.
CJ O'Donnell: Wanna learn another move? It would be very beneficial to us since Calvin’s partner, Tyler Keenan is also a submission specialist. But he has more weaknesses than he knows. I mean if we work on his knees and elbows with moves whether it be submission or impact it will take away his gameplan.
Trixie looks over at both the knees of CJ.
Trixie: The Boston Crab you showed me hurts his knees, the armbar I use does pull against his elbows. I also use arm drags too, which I don’t need to tell you, does pull your elbows as well as impact your back. I could always throw in a kick to his knees for added effect.
O’Donnell looks impressed by Trixie's response as he is nodding his head.
CJ O'Donnell: All very true. You are a quick learner. Simple moves like a dropkick to a knee or a knee to the inner thigh while the opponent is grounded could also help. Also an arm wrench followed by some kicks to his ribcage while still holding on the arm will put a strain on the entire arm. Your key in this match is you will be the most flexible one in this match use that to escape sticky situation.
Trixie nods as she pulls her arm across her chest to just stretch it, getting the spark from CJ speaking about her flexibility.
Trixie: I don’t know how to use an arm wrench. Could you show me so I could also use it in our match-up, I wanna be fully prepared and show just how competitive I can be. I’m practically the last girl standing in the amusement park, so I feel I need to work any weakness as my strength. How do you do that wrench?
CJ O'Donnell: Sure I can.
As Trixie extends her left arm CJ grabs around her wrist and he begins to twist to wrist a bit. As he applies pressure Trixie slightly bends over and CJ decides to keep the arm wrench locked in and then he lifts her left arm up a bit before spinning underneath it. Never letting go he then applies more pressure and stretches the arm a bit more as he acts like he is going to kick Trixie on the left side of her body but stop a few inches as he wants her at one hundred percent for the tornado tag match. CJ lets go off Trixie's left arm as she begins to shake her arm out to get feeling back in it.
CJ O'Donnell: You are right you are the last woman standing in Pure Amusement Wrestling and that says something about you. I see the fire in your eyes. You want to succeed and get on top of you stick with me Trixie you will go far. How does the arm feel?
Trixie shakes out her arm, feeling a full stretch on it from CJ’s stretch but seems ok
Trixie: I’m fine, it’s ok, perfectly fine, no injury or nothing.
CJ O'Donnell: Care to give it a shot on me?
Trixie then repeats what she had done to her. Grabs CJ’s arm by his wrist, twisting it to cause CJ to jerk forward and bend, and Trixie spins under CJ’s elevated arm to lock him in the same position she was just in during his demonstration. Trixie mimics his kicks but makes contact, just touches with her runners shoes to the rib to show CJ she knows where to follow up after performing the wrench.
Trixie: Bam, Bam, Pow! Thanks for that demonstration there CJ, I’m more of a striker styled so this little move works great, I can kick and hurt the arm. That’s bound to come handy in our match-up.
Trixie releases CJ’s arm from the hold and rubs his rib with the back of her hand.
Trixie: Are you OK?
CJ O'Donnell: Yeah I am good. So now that we got the basis of one team down let’s talk about the other team Johnny Raike and Flaming Youth. They are a mixed tag team Youth likes to fly and Raike is a striker with kicks. So what do you think we do to each of them?
CJ is no longer rubbing his ribs but decides to stretch out his right arm as he puts it behind his head. CJ left hand grabs his right elbow and pushes down. Trixie looks over her shoulder to just untwist her sports bra strap that got twisted during the earlier arm wrench. Her concentration is very key and focused on the other opponents they will have to face come Wicked, and taps her cheek twice with her finger.
Trixie: Well, highflyer guy has gotta be grounded, so the submissions can double on them as well as the guys we just covered. I don’t really see the fun in letting him jump around and hurt me or you. Also, I plan on striking the head, so he’s very much delusional, and if he ever gets a chance to go to the top rope, he’ll see at least three Trixie’s.
CJ O'Donnell: Yes he does but if you focus on Youth legs then he can't even use his speed also. Takes him completely out of his game plan. As for Raike I think the best thing to do is mess with his pretty boy looks. He cares so much about his appearance that if you leave a mark on his face or bust him open he will probably have a mental breakdown inside the ring. So anything else you wanna train on or ask me about? I'm feeling like a nice shower will ease the muscle and get me very relaxed.
Trixie lets out a small sigh and walks a little along the padded mats, on the toes more than a flat footed walk as she just checks herself out in the center of the room. Turning back to CJ.
Trixie: You need a shower after that workout? I’m not so sure I can wait outside in the gym for you.
CJ O'Donnell: I'm not taking the shower here I'm taking it back at the hotel room. I wouldn't let you walk outside by yourself. Those men would probably gang rape you. Stick close to me and you'll be fine.
Trixie walks on up to CJ and locks her arm around his.
Trixie: Keep that protective mindset up for our tag match too, but after dan, I’d say no one will mess with me now.
CJ and Trixie walk out of the room and enter the main room of the gym. You see a bunch of men around the weight machines but none of them look in the direction of them. Whether it be they are scared or just into their workout. Which brings a smile to CJ’s face and Trixie flips her hair over her shoulder. The camera fades to black as they exit the gym and CJ looks over his shoulder one last time to make sure Trixie does not get any looks or remarks.
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February 22nd 2016
Hotel Room - 10:30 AM CST[/b]
The camera fades into a hotel room as you see Trixie laying on the bed. Trixie now dressed in a more comfortable attire of clothing. A white Love Heart T-Shirt that has her belly showing and a pair of black string tie short shorts and bare legs and feet. You hear the shower running in the background as it suddenly stops. You hear someone in the bathroom but it is unknown what they are doing. As the bathroom door opens you see Caleb James O’Donnell walking out in a pair of black cargo sweatpants without a shirt on. The white towel is around his neck as he is drying his hair off. Trixie turns around on the bed and looks in the direction of CJ. Looking the boy up and down with her eyes so obviously to see the beads of water that had been missed and has Trixie roll to her side as she lies back.
Trixie: We had a good time at the gym CJ. Learned a lot, went from Angel to Tramp in like 3 seconds and I hit my little finish….well our finisher on the same guy who disrespected me. Quick question though, what’s with the shirtless look?
Trixie smirks to herself and casually looks away but has him in glancing distance as she fiddles with the tv remote beside her. Looking at the TV but not really interested in turning it on.
CJ O'Donnell: I just got out of the shower. Sorry I’ll put a shirt on if it offends you.
CJ approaches the dresser and opens up the top drawer. He pulls out a green t-shirt and goes to put it on as he turns around to face Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: So how do you feel after our workout?
Trixie stretches up to sit down and rolls her right arm around
Trixie: I’m a little sore from some of our training, nothing serious and nothing a heat pack and a massage won’t fix. What about you?
CJ O'Donnell: I feel great. Could actually go back for another workout. I hope I was not too hard on you.
CJ puts his shirt on as he walks towards the bed. He bends down and grabs his sneakers as he sits on the end of the bed. Trixie is a little surprised by the eagerness
Trixie: Wow. I’m actually impressed. I enjoyed going there today though. It was an uplifting experience.
CJ O'Donnell: Impressed with what exactly?
Trixie leans into CJ and walks her index and middle finger up his back to his neck and rests her hand on his shoulder as O’Donnell is starting to tie his sneakers.
Trixie: The drive, the determination to keep yourself better than everyone else. Inspires me to do the same. Inspires me to really take it to those boys we have to face.
CJ sits up on the bed as he has finished tying his white sneakers and looks over his shoulder at Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: You have to stay focused and determined because the one moment you are not that is when you will lose your spot. So are you ready?
Trixie squeezes the shoulder so she can pull herself a little forward onto her knees behind CJ and gently begins to massage his shoulders for him. She kind of pushes him back onto the bed to be seated again.
Trixie: I’m ready for a lot of things.
CJ O'Donnell: It looks like you could use a cup of coffee. Let me run downstairs and get us some so we can talk some more strategy. How do you take it?
Trixie leans forward to CJ and appreciates his consideration with a grin on her face.
Trixie: I take it sweet, some cream and two sugar cubes. Thank You CJ, I’ll wait right here for you. So sweet of you to think of that.
CJ O'Donnell: Everyone needs a cup of coffee to start off their morning the right way. Otherwise, the entire day just drags along. I’ll be back in a few minutes.
CJ pushes himself off the bed and walks towards the door. He opens it and then check his pockets but realizes he forgot something.
CJ O'Donnell: Where is that room key?
CJ sees it on top of the table next to the door and grabs it.
CJ O'Donnell: Got it. Just relax because this next session is gonna be rough and hard.
CJ opens the door and exits with a smirk on his face as he looks at Trixie who is sitting up in the bed. With CJ out of the room, she leans over to pick up her small bag, and digs through it to pick up some lip gloss and touches up her lips to make them pink and shine with the morning light. She then applies some light perfume to her neck and wrists before using the mirror to touch up her eyes with some darker eye shadow and eye-liner to make her eyes pop.
Elsewhere, CJ approaches the hotels small food court featuring some bakery goods and sees a small little woman working behind the counter who is dressed in uniform and apron. She calls forward CJ to take his order.
“Hi there Mr. Muscles, can I take your order?”[/i]
CJ O'Donnell: Sure I’ll take two cups of coffee. One sweet with some cream and two sugar cubes. The other one I’ll take black and do you have some Bailey’s behind the counter.
“Sorry we don’t have that here but I do have some back at my place around the corner.”[/i]
CJ shrugs his shoulders.
CJ O'Donnell: Didn’t hurt to ask. I’ll also take two blueberry muffins also. How much do I owe you?
Paula goes to her left and starts making the coffee as CJ had ordered.
“Consider it on the house sexy.”[/i]
CJ O'Donnell: That is sweet of you but I do not want to get you into trouble with your manager...
CJ looks down at the hostess name tag as she sticks out her chest a bit.
CJ O'Donnell: … Paula.
“It is the least I can do I saw you at Wicked the other night and you really handled yourself like a beast inside the ring. You know I am going on break in about two minutes if you want some company.”[/i]
Paula grabs two blueberry muffins from inside the display case and puts them inside a bag as she walks back to the register.
CJ O'Donnell: I thought people hated me because I am such an asshole.
“They are just jealous of you because you are so handsome.”[/i]
CJ O'Donnell: I see you are full of compliments today.
Paula hands CJ his two cups of coffee inside of a holder and the bag. CJ reaches inside his pockets and pulls out a five dollar bill placing it in the tip container. CJ turns around to head back to the room.
CJ O'Donnell: Enjoy the rest of your day Paula. Pleasure meeting you.
“Wait you forgot something…”[/i]
CJ turns around and looks over his shoulder at Paula confused.
CJ O'Donnell: What did I forget?
“Me … I am on break now. How about we sit down over there.”[/i]
Paula points to a table about fifteen feet away from them.
CJ O'Donnell: I really can’t stay as I have something I have to do.
Paula being very persistent leads Caleb to a table and they both sit down. Trixie we find has wandered downstairs from the hotel room to see what CJ is up to and sees the clear exchange between the distinguished and his new fangirl. Smiling at his oblivious handling of the situation, walks on up to CJ.
Trixie: Excuse me sir, I believe this young lady is clearly calling for your attention and time. I’d say you should take her up on that offer.
Trixie turns to Paula to shake her hand.
Trixie: Nice to meet you. I’m CJ’s personal trainer and I’m insisting CJ you go and have some face time with your number 1 fan. Don’t mind me, I’m going to order myself something to drink.
Trixie slinks past the pair to behind Paula, giving him facial indicators to proceed with Paula and tell him as obviously as she can without making a sound that the girl is clearly interested. Then turns her back to the couple as she walks on to the same desk to order herself the coffee she asked for while wearing her ensemble from upstairs with a small pair of open footed sandals and has poking up from her shorts a black thong line. CJ jumps up from the table.
CJ O'Donnell: Hold up Trixie.
CJ walks up to Trixie who is waiting in line to place her order. Paula looks a bit agitated that O’Donnell just left her like that.
CJ O'Donnell: No need to order your coffee I have it right here and I also got you a blueberry muffin.
CJ hands Trixie the cup of coffee as you hear Paula tapping her foot in the background.
CJ O'Donnell: You alright?
Trixie: Yes, but your date clearly isn’t happy you’re giving her drink away to someone else. Go back to the table CJ, I’ll see you upstairs later.
Trixie shoots CJ a wink.
Trixie: Or not at all….
CJ looks at Trixie and as he is about to respond he senses that Paula is walking up behind him. O’Donnell quickly turns around and looks at Paula.
CJ O'Donnell: Give me a minute.
He turns his attention back to Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: I see what the problem is here. I sense some jealousy. Just because another woman has given me attention. She approached me I tried to get away but you being a woman should know that they can be very demanding and persuasive when they want something. What did I tell you when we first met Trixie?
Trixie smiles and lowers her voice tone so Paula can’t hear her or him.
Trixie: I’m not jealous at all CJ. I was trying to stay out of the way so you can have some fun with the girl over there. I think she’s cute and you could at least stroke your ego with her, if it doesn’t go anywhere.
Trixie glances over at the girl just briefly.
Trixie: Besides if I truly wanted you CJ, you would be inside me right now.
Trixie turns around again to allow CJ his fan time and goes up to order herself a coffee, leaving CJ alone with Paula but knows his eyes are on her as she turns around as well as on her slightly exposed underwear.
CJ O'Donnell: I feel like I am back in high school. Excuse me…
CJ grabs Trixie’s black thong that is showing and pulls on it. He let’s it go and you hear the impact of it when it hits Trixie’s skin. It is unknown if Trixie enjoyed it or it pissed her off. Trixie turns around.
CJ O'Donnell: Seriously, are you gonna not take the coffee? I didn’t buy it for anyone but you.
Trixie’s face covered by her hand as she can’t believe what just happened. She takes the coffee from CJ, sensing he’s not gonna pay any attention to the girl and sips on the coffee to soothe her excitement.
Trixie: CJ! What are you doing to me?
CJ O'Donnell: I did what had to be done it got your attention did it not?
CJ returns the wink to Trixie who doesn’t seem pleased. Trixie takes another sip from the coffee cup. Trixie’s mood softens and her flirty nature cames out again.
Trixie: If you want them, just ask sweetie. Don’t rip them from me.
CJ O'Donnell: I did not rip anything from you it was a snap back. Plus a word of advice if our opponents see that thong showing I bet they do the same exact thing so either go commando or make sure the thong doesn’t show in the match.
Trixie smiles at CJ and tucks in her thong as asked.
Trixie: True, true. Also it’s sexy you think about me going commando. Also, I’ve been on the receiving end of some daggers from that girl you ditched.
Trixie points around CJ without her point being noticeable to Paula. Caleb turns around and sees the stare in his direction and he just shrugs his shoulders.
CJ O'Donnell: I am sure it is not the first time you’ve gotten those looks. So let’s head back to the room and talk some more strategy as I really do not want to see you give anyone a wedgie or anything. I know you have a short temper like myself.
Trixie smirks to herself, as she locks eyes with the Paula girl before tapping a small peck on CJ’s cheek to thank him for the coffee but mainly to show Paula who the alpha girl is. She then takes his hand in hers and leads him away from the area towards the hotel room, with a smile full of body language to Paula.
At the hotel room again, Trixie enters first and her thong has once again appeared above her short shorts as she enters the room again. CJ snaps the thong again and Trixie looks at him again.
CJ O'Donnell: Hey if it shows it’s getting snapped so do something about it or be prepared to enjoy that feeling.
Trixie smirks at the snap, and looks up at CJ full of confidence.
Trixie: Oh yeah, ok. I’ll do something about it.
Trixie then removes her short shorts right in front of CJ, stepping out with her right leg and kicks it with her left to send the shorts into the wall and poses with confidence at her move.
Trixie: Now it’s showing all over.
CJ looks down at the short shorts on the floor and just shakes his head.
CJ O'Donnell: Okay so you went from wrestler to an underwear model in less than three seconds. Something tells me that won’t help us win the match. Now put something on where you are comfortable so we can stay focused.
Trixie playfully puts her finger to her lips and extends one legs to touch her toes to the hotel carpet.
Trixie: I’m so comfortable. And my focus hasn’t dipped at all. Why? Are you losing focus?
Trixie says as she brushes her hair up and lets it fall and cascade down a little messier than before as she does a full twirl on her foot to give CJ a quick 360 view of her underwear. She then assumes her innocent pose as before, eyeing CJ. The Distinguished has to pause a moment as to think what to say.
CJ O'Donnell: Has anyone ever told you that you have too much sex appeal. I understand you are comfortable in your body but you have known me for less than a week. I already know that you have a birthmark on your left ass cheek. You like to sleep on the left side of the bed. You sing when you are in the shower and leave the door open. Is there a line you won’t cross?
Trixie’s cheeks blush as she looks over her shoulder to her behind and smiles at her birthmark and the detailed notice CJ had to it. Her hands lie at her sides now as she looks up at CJ.
Trixie: I do have sex appeal. Before wrestling, I needed it and I still have it in spades. I wanna have fun with it, and when I meet a hot guy, why can’t I have fun? As for the line to cross, I could always take off the shirt. I’m sure you can see, that I don’t have the matching bra with me, so you’ll get to witness what a lot of guys daydream about.
CJ O'Donnell: As flattering as that sounds I’ll pass for now.
Trixie approaches CJ, seeing him trying to resist her charms and presses up against him so she can whisper in his ear.
Trixie: I know you wanna talk strategy. But I’ve had an image in my head since you came out the shower. So how about a deal. I’ll talk strategy with you if you come with me to the bed and show me why you’re distinguished.
CJ O'Donnell: I didn’t get my nickname for my bedroom antics if you must know. Nevermind it won’t help any it would probably just turn you on more. So I’ll counter offer that deal of yours with we talk strategy as normal adults would. So that means you stop parading around in your black thong which is leaving very little to the imagination and put some pants on. In return I’ll take you out for dinner tonight if you can behave yourself.
Trixie pauses as she sits down on the bed and looks over at CJ.
Trixie: I’ll talk strategy with you for dinner and you give me a little massage afterwards, since my body aches because of you...then we’ll see where that goes. I know that I’ll see something rise from you for sure, like I’m kinda getting right now.
Trixie finishes while peering down at the groin area of CJ.
CJ O'Donnell: Fine but for the massage the clothes stay on. No moaning. No touching yourself either.
CJ notices what Trixie is staring at and strategically puts his hands in front of his package.Trixie raises her eyebrows at his hand movements and stands up.
Trixie: You can cover it up, but it doesn’t hide it. I can take care of it for you. I’m sure it will pop up after our dinner/strategy talk, let’s get the logistics out of the way so the fun can happen. I have a perfect outfit to wear for my boring fully clothed massage, and also a great dinner outfit. But it doesn’t go with this top.
Trixie turns her back to CJ, and removes her white t-shirt off and tosses it behind her, at CJ to catch while she walks up to the suitcases and casually bends over to find her dinner dress she packed for a night out.
Trixie: I know you’ll be liking my classy look CJ. Not as good as my Ass-y look, but close.
CJ puts his hand over his face and just shakes his head.
CJ O'Donnell: Sex might sell Trixie but it isn’t going to help us work together as a team. Let me know when you are done so we can get down to business.
Trixie: I disagree, I think we’d be more in-sync as a team. You know it as well CJ. I’ll be a few minutes. But we both know we’ll end up doing it. And I look forward to it.
CJ O'Donnell: I will admit you have a confidence about you but like I said when we first met this is strictly a business relationship nothing more. You are a beautiful woman Trixie there is no denying that fact but we wouldn’t mix well. It would be more trouble than good. You love attention from guys. It makes you feel whole. I want a woman who is going to only show me what she is working with and face it Trixie you are not that type of woman.
Trixie turns around after picking out her dress and uses it to conceal her chest.
Trixie: Yeah, I’m not that type of woman when I’m single. I’m the girl who you’ll think about while you’re with the woman you described. But you’ll notice CJ, I actually haven’t shown any other guys my stuff. I thought we could hook up, but if you’re the type of guy who doesn’t just want that, I’ll show you then over dinner what CJ’s Girl could look like. That’s a nickname I’d like to earn. Since the only guy who has seen it all is the only guy I’m currently interested in..
Trixie turns back around to peer into her suitcase an alternative outfit for her dinner session.
CJ O'Donnell: You haven’t but how you dress attracts men who want you for one thing and one thing only. Do you really only just want to be known as a sexual woman or do you want to known as a woman who defies the odds. This tag match is your chance to show that you are not just a pair of tits and ass. I know you have the talent inside of you because I have seen flashes of it but there is going to be a point in this match when you are going to have to make a choice. Are you going to play it safe or risk it to bring home the victory?
Trixie puts on a small blouse that has babydoll arms and a stitched on orange top over the white while also putting on a pair of black jeans. Listening to CJ attentively.
Trixie: I’ve always done that CJ. Because really, I’ve had to in my early career. It was my real and only source of income so I depended on it, relied on my body and it became my life and ritual to getting ahead. I do want to be known as a credible wrestler. I dress the way I do to attract guys since it’s what I did from a very young age, and without that, I’d be a very poor woman. Once you rely on that for a couple of years, it becomes second nature to you. But if you look, I’m going to be more womanly, and we can go into detail about our match. Expand on the Gym Talk, have some good food and then connect over things that aren’t just about me and you hooking up or going further than that? Not my favorite part of it, but I’ll try it.
CJ O'Donnell: I am not asking you to change yourself Trixie all I am trying to do is make you realize that there is a lot more than you let people know. You learned those submission moves like a champ. Sure you did it a little unorthodox but that it was makes you unique. You can still have you sex appeal but leave more to the imagination. Don’t let everyone get a taste of your goodies. Now do you have a strategy for a match like this?
Trixie: I understand what you’re saying. I also turn it up when I do find a guy I like. I can’t really apologize for that. I enjoy the attention, but trust me, I don’t give it away like it’s a free sample. Dan ended up on the floor didn’t he? Creeper at the Gym, wasn’t interested at all, and I dropped him like a fly.
Trixie pauses as she steps back into her sandals.
Trixie: I think for the match. Like The match that will give both of us a chance. I think it’s best to wear down our opponents. Target the joints. The knees, the elbows…
Trixie rolls her arm, but it’s slightly hurt from earlier training, causing a slight inhale.
Trixie: I also think hitting hard, hitting fast will shake up our opponents who could get too used to the slow wear downs, shake the brain up and when we find pinfalls, take them and defend them.
CJ O'Donnell: We took that douche bag down at the gym as a team. We should at the moment we can work together but we need a name for that move. Have any suggestions?
CJ sits down on the end of the bed and looks at Trixie who is holding her arm still.
Trixie: Well, I’m really the worst girl for names. I would have thought someone who comes up with the Distinguished nickname could have a rugged name for our move. I don’t even have a nickname.
CJ O'Donnell: What about Sin City Knockout? And don’t worry about a nickname I’ll have one for you by the end of tonight. Give me time as I want to make sure I give you the right moniker.
Trixie slaps CJ playfully on his chest, not too hard and with her good arm as she has a shocked look on her face
Trixie: There you go! Sin City Knockout, has a subtle reference to me in there. I hope the nickname is as good as that one.
Trixie then feels her stomach over her blouse and is clearly hungry.
Trixie: With the name sorted CJ, what about the dinner plans?
CJ O'Donnell: It will be. I just need to get to know you a little bit more before so when I say it it brings a smile to that face. As far as dinner plans your choice as I can eat anything really.
Trixie: Well, I don’t have this body from eating just anything. Somewhere classy CJ, I wanna be able to have a nice, well cooked and healthy meal.
Trixie walks back over to her bag to take out a small leather jacket that remains unzipped. Waiting for CJ to take her out for their meal. As Caleb is still sitting on the end of the bed.
CJ O'Donnell: Well if we are going to eat somewhere classy I need to change as this attire is not appropriate. Give me two minutes and I’ll be right out. In the meantime think of where you want to eat.
Caleb pushes himself off the bed and opens up the closet which happens to be next to the bathroom. He pulls out something on a hanger but doesn’t allow the camera to see exactly what it is as Trixie flashes a smile at him.
Trixie: Mind if I borrow your phone to look? Mine is like dying and on charge.
As The Distinguished enter the bathroom he answers.
CJ O'Donnell: Sure it is on the dresser and the passcode is 0317.
Trixie smiles and lets Caleb go off to dress, turning away to walk to the dresser, enters Caleb’s passcode and then googles for directions and finds a couple, she scrolls through to find one that’s perfect and pastes in the address into his map app. She then decides to snap a picture of herself to use as a caller id and goes on her own exploration of his phone, allowing CJ the time to dress. CJ comes out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black khaki pants and a white button down shirt with a black jacket that is open.
CJ O'Donnell: Did you find somewhere to eat?
Trixie looks up from CJ’s phone to see him and walks on up to snap a selfie of the two of them before handing it back to him.
Trixie: It’s all loaded up with directions. I hope you can afford it though.
Trixie says with a chuckle as she grabs her handbag off the side of the table and waits for CJ to see the venue of choice as well Trixie’s other adds to his phone.
CJ O'Donnell: What you mean we are going fifty fifty?
Caleb smirks as looks down at the phone.
CJ O'Donnell: I’m kidding. Yeah I can afford it if not you can help me with the dishes. You don’t mind getting dirty right?
Trixie nods looking at him with the questionable pun he made, getting a cocky look on her face and stands up to CJ.
Trixie: I don’t mind getting dirty, but I do indeed mind doing dishes. I have a feeling I won’t be washing dishes though CJ, like anyone would expect me to do such a thing. Lets just say if you can’t pay, I’ll manage to get it for free.
CJ O'Donnell: Like hell you will. You have to promise to be on your best behavior at dinner. No flirting with the owner, waiter, waitress, busboy or hostess.
Trixie chuckles at the notion and even more so at the women mentioned.
Trixie: Hostess? Waitress? CJ, where is your mind, in a very dirty place. Looks like I learned something else about you tonight.
CJ O'Donnell: Don’t deny it I saw the way you were looking out that window early in the morning when that woman walked by in those tight yoga pants and see through shirt.
Trixie gives him a “yeah right” look and taps him on the shoulder.
Trixie: Sure I did. But It’s pretty hot you’re thinking about me and another girl. Keep dreaming though CJ.
CJ O'Donnell: You know dreams do come true.
CJ opens the door to the hotel room as Trixie exits first.
CJ O'Donnell: So do you want to walk or drive to this restaurant of your choosing?
Trixie: We can walk it. But I kinda like to hear the roar of your jeep’s engine. As for the dream coming true. We’ll see.
Trixie walks on out and accompanies CJ to the front desk on their way out. CJ checks his pockets.
CJ O'Donnell: Ummmm do you have the key to get back into the room?
Trixie: I do have it. Safe and secure.
Trixie pats her butt to show CJ it’s in her left back pocket of her jeans.
CJ O'Donnell: Good just in case I lose mine.
CJ flashes his key card with a smile as the camera fades out with Trixie and Caleb walking down the street.
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:12:10 GMT
“LACK OF RESPECT”
FORD FIELD [ BACKSTAGE ] -- OFF CAMERA
Going into EHWF’s Meltdown Chamber. Calvin knew there was a very real possibility that it would be his last match for the company. He was fed up with how things were. He was fed up with how shady Michael Rissi was. He was fed up with people like Blaise getting favored and put over like they were the greatest thing to ever exist in the business. Calvin had gone 7 months without being defeated. He held the Showtime Championship longer than anyone else. Redefined the championship as a whole. With a lazy good for nothing partner, Calvin managed to lead said partner and himself to Tag Team Championship gold. To which he was the reason they won and the reason they still held the titles.
Then there was the chance for him to win the EHWF World Championship on this night. All he had to do was get through five others to do it. Calvin’s only competition was the champion himself and fellow brother in Bloodline. He went into that match knowing it. He went into that believing that he and Eli would be the final two man standing in the chamber. He went into that match believing that the two of them would battle it out to see who was better. To see who would leave champion. But it turned out that wasn’t the case. Somehow someway Blaise ended up causing a miscommunication. Somehow she was able to drill Eli with a superkick and “magically” he fell onto Calvin for a cover to eliminate him from the match.
In the end Eli went on to retain the EHWF World Championship. Rightfully so. It should’ve been Calvin or Eli that left with the championship, but it was how it all went down that left Calvin sitting there on the floor. His bare back was leaning up against the cold concrete walls of the arena. He seemed to be staring off into space. In reality he was lost within his own thoughts. Asking himself what was next? Where did he go from here? Did he stick to his word and quit? Or did he go on to fight another day? All reasonable questions to ask himself. The thing that bothered him the most though. He simply couldn’t get past what happened. Blaise should not have lasted longer than him. She simply shouldn’t have.
“Are you going to be okay?”
The train of thought Calvin had going was broken in that second. He turned his head in the direction in which the voice had come from. Sure enough there stood Eli Sykes. He was a bloody-sweaty mess from the chamber, but had that championship displayed over his shoulder proudly. In that being said Calvin forced himself to his feet.
“I don’t think so...”
“Come on Calvin, it’s just a loss. You should’ve...”
“Before you get arrogant brother. It isn’t the fact I lost. You were better than me on this night. You deserved to hold that title, but Blaise didn’t deserve to be the last one in the ring with you.”
“Well you’ve got a bit of a point there. I don’t know how she was able to do what she did.”
“Simple, it was a screw job Eli.”
A very frustrated Calvin ran his hands through his sweat soaked hair as he paced a little bit back and forth there in the hallway. There was a good chance no one was going to see it the way he saw it. Calvin expected it but at the same time he knew what happened. He knew went out down. He knew that he flat out got fucked and there was nothing he could do anything about it.
“Go back and watch the tape. My shoulders weren’t completely pinned to the mat, but the referee counted to three anyway. Once again the Blaise-Michael Rissi connection strikes again.”
“Guess I couldn’t put it past either one of them. Rissi can be pretty shady.”
“Can be? No Eli, it’s time you and every cocksucker in this place wakes the fuck up. Michael Rissi is shady. Dude carries himself like he’s a God to professional wrestling. Acts like his ideas are so great, so original, and so unique. Acts like EHWF is the end all be all to wrestling - when in reality EHWF only exists because it’s the same fifteen people getting shots, getting booked, and getting pushed because the dude can’t bring in new talent. And why would he? He’d just bury them - much like he tried to bury me the last seven months. Just like he did what he could to bury me and make sure I didn’t leave with the championship tonight.”
“Woah! Hold on a second there Calvin. I’ll be the first to admit that Rissi does some fucked up shit. I’ll be the first to admit he makes questionable calls, shows some favoritism, and EHWF isn’t what it could be because of him. But don’t imply for one second that the reason I still have this title is because he fucked you over. No, I EARNED the right to remain champion.”
“You earned the right to be champion. You overcame Blaise out there when it was the two of you, but the situation could have been different if Rissi and Blaise didn’t pay off the fucking referee’s to screw me. To make sure I wasn’t the last man in the match with you. Go back and watch the tape Eli. It’ll tell you everything you need to know!”
His tone was a little snappy. Calvin was more than annoyed the more and more the realization of what happened sank in. The further it frustrated him.
“Then what’s next Calvin? What are you going to do? Are you going to let the man get you down? Are you going to bail on everyone in Bloodline over this? Huh? Going to run away just because things didn’t go your way once?!”
Calvin had turned his back to Eli at this point. He was looking down the hallway of the Ford Field arena. All these thoughts and all these emotions were going through him. That being said Calvin spun himself right back around and looked his friend in the eye.
“Name a time they’ve went my way in the first place Eli!”
“Well you do hold the Tag Team and Showtime Championships.”
“Doesn’t take much to hold titles in two dead-divisions!”
“Fair enough, but you’ve yet to answer my question. Are you leaving? Are you going to bail on Bloodline? The people that have supported you the most since you came in EHWF?”
Eli wanted an answer. Deep down that’s not something that Calvin could blame him for. In a roundabout way Eli was owed an answer. When Bloodline formed six months ago. They were like family. They were pretty close. They carried themselves in a manner as if they were the best thing going in EHWF and truth be told they were. They all stuck by each other. But now it was a question in whether or not Calvin was going to stick by them. Thing is it wasn’t that easy.
“I appreciate what you and Hannah have done for me in my time here. However this isn’t as easy as you want to put it Eli. It isn’t about supporting Bloodline. Because if I stay and support Bloodline, then that means I support EHWF. Then if I leave you all feel like I’m bailing on you. This might suck to hear, but I’m going to be truthful. It isn’t about bailing on you. I’m not bailing on Bloodline, at the same time though this issue is much bigger than Bloodline. I’m not going to sell myself out, make myself miserable, or support a company that clearly doesn’t support me. So the answer your question Eli... Yes, I am leaving!”
At least Calvin had the balls to look Eli right in the face and make that statement. By the look on Eli’s face, it didn’t seem it went over too well with him but there was a chance that he understood that this was bigger than just some group that they had formed. In life and in business, you had to do what was best for yourself. Not so much what was best for everyone else.
“I cannot stay in a place where the fuck boy in charge is going to screw me over time and time and time again just because he has a raging-hard on for a bitch he’ll never stand a chance with. I cannot stay in a place when Rissi is going to continue to make the worst calls in professional wrestling history. I cannot stay in a place when the guy in charge is so envious of my talent and my skill. That’ll he’ll do anything to hold me down, just because he could never be even ten percent of what I am inside that ring. Flat out Eli, I cannot stay in a place that doesn’t respect me or my talent.”
Shaking his head about a little bit. Calvin’s hands were still running through his soaked covered hair. It was a shame that after seven months of being in a place and giving it everything he had. It was going to end like this.
“Simply put I am better than EHWF as an entire company and therefore it’s time to take my talents to a place that’ll respect them. Keep an eye out for me. For whatever I do next is going to change the landscape of the business!”
On that note The Martyr turned his back to Eli. Not another word to be said with Calvin beginning his journey down the hall. The sooner he got the hell out of the building. The happier he was going to be. He didn’t know where life was going to take him. He didn’t know what was next for his career. He damn sure knew that he wasn’t exactly where he needed in his personal life. All of which was bound to spiral out of control before long. Of course the only concern and the only thought process for the Martyr was to leave this company behind, find the next one, and prove those that held him back that they made the biggest mistake of their lives.
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[ OOC: Honest to god, I would have liked to do more than this, but it just wasn't in the cards. There's a couple different reasons why. Munin knows why. It's just one of those things that happened. Next time out I should be in a better situation & a better mindset to go ahead and give it all I got. In the meantime enjoy this garbage. ] |
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:13:06 GMT
February 22nd 2016
Fancy Gourmet Restaurant - 6:45 PM CST
The camera fades in and you see Trixie and CJ already sitting down at a table directly across from one another. As CJ is looking over the menu, Trixie is taking a quick photo of herself for her instagram and then using the back camera, a quick snap secretly of CJ as he browses the menu. After this Trixie attracts the waiter’s attention by peering up to the restaurant. CJ looks up from the menu as the waiter approaches the table. As the waiter looks at Trixie first.
“Can I take your order ma’am?”
Trixie gets the menu from her side of the table and opens it up
Trixie: What looks good? What looks good?....hmm. What would you recommend for a girl like me who is watching her weight?
“No need to watch your weight. I am sure your husband will agree with me that you a stunning woman to look at.”
Before Caleb can even respond Trixie replies to the comment from the waiter with a smile at Caleb.
Trixie: I know he does. He adores me. I mean if my underwear is showing he’s all over it like an animal. No worries there. I’m actually watching it for myself really, he loves me no matter what.
CJ O'Donnell: Please do not pay any attention to her she is over exaggerating.
Trixie: Now CJ, Don’t lie. Yes or No. Didn’t you grab my underwear because it was showing?
Trixie and the waiter look on at CJ for his answer. Trixie of course with a slight smirk.
CJ O'Donnell: Yes I did but that was all part of my strategy of to expect the unexpected in at our next showcase.
Trixie: Honey! I’m sure this gentleman doesn’t need to know when we’re going to have maritals next.
Trixie browses the menu again but breaks away to look up at the waiter
Trixie: Although, he did say he’s gonna give me a nice and relaxing massage, full body. It’s kind of our anniversary. I’ll have a salad to start me off. CJ Honey, would you like to share it with me?
“You’re a very lucky man. I’ll also give you two a wine on the house, since it’s your anniversary. One Salad for the lovely lady and is that to share?”
Once again CJ is the center of attention as the waiter and Trixie look at him.
CJ O'Donnell: Trixie it isn't even our anniversary. Why are you lying to the waiter? No I'd like my own salad please with ranch dressing on the side.
Trixie: Oh! You’re right. No this isn’t our anniversary anniversary. It’s kinda one of those things girls remember, for my main, can I get a very small steak but well done with a lot of salad on the side please. As for CJ, who’s in a grumpy mood because he’s a little shy and doesn’t like me boasting about him to people, I’d suggest you get him something spicy. Anything you recommend?
CJ O'Donnell: Spicy will give me heartburn. I'll also take a steak but medium well with some string beans and mashed potatoes on the side.
CJ looks at Trixie as he puts his menu down.
CJ O'Donnell: You like torturing me don't you?
Trixie does a small giggle and nods.
Trixie: Maybe just a little bit, and a cool glass of water for me to drink.
She says as she bits her lower lip and passes her menu to the waiter.
“Ok, and for you sir? What would you like to drink to go with your meal.”
CJ O'Donnell: Do you have Guinness?
“We do serve Guinness, shall I put you down for one?”
CJ O'Donnell: Yes I'll have one to start.
“Very good, call me if you need anything else. Your food will be out shortly with your starters”.”
Caleb hands his menu back to the waiter as he leaves the table to place the order. CJ looks at Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: I can see by the look in your eyes that you are having fun at my expense? What good does it do to lie to our waiter what if he spits in our food when he finds out.
Trixie: Well then I guess we can’t have that. You’ll just have to play along CJ. I think we’re a cute couple anyway, we have some good back and forth going like any married couple.
CJ O'Donnell: What happened to being on your best behavior? Fine have your fun tonight. Right here right now but remember what they say about payback. I will find a way to embarrass you.
Trixie folds her hands on the table
Trixie: I am on my best behaviour. I think I look quite respectable in my appearance. What do you think Hubby? Does your wife’s attire not please you?
Trixie says loudly so some people can kind of hear the conversation. CJ puts his hand over Trixie’s lips so she doesn’t raise her voice anymore.
CJ O'Donnell: Can you please keep your voice down. No need to make a scene. Yes you look very pretty tonight and I’ll stick with this little game you are playing but I am asking you to please do not take it too far.
CJ takes his hand off of Trixie’s lips.
CJ O'Donnell: So let’s continue our talk about strategy. You made some solid points earlier but we need to work together as a team. Cut the ring off in half and always be on the same page. Somehow we have to be able to read each other’s mind. That is exactly why we have been spending so much time together. I need to know what makes you tick. What pushes your buttons. The better we know each other the better off we are. If one of us gets into trouble we have to help the other one out. We need to be ONE.
Trixie again speaks a little loud.
Trixie: Aww, how sweet. You're my One too babe. How about a kiss honey before we get into that discussion?
Trixie pauses as she notices a few glances from people overhearing the ‘couple’ exchange some romantic words, expecting to see the display of affection. CJ kisses Trixie on the cheek.
CJ O'Donnell: Are you happy now? Can we talk strategy please?
As the waiter comes back and place the drink on the table. The water in front of Trixie and Guinness in front of O’Donnell. CJ takes a sip of his Guinness. Trixie takes a sip of water
Trixie: Ok CJ. Cutting off the ring makes sense but there is like four guys in the match. I think we have to separate. Remove 2 guys from the ring and focus on two, or even remove 3 guys from the ring and then we can target that one guy, maybe even pick up that very early win.
CJ O'Donnell: Very true so you do pay attention when I talk that’s good to know.
Trixie: Girls listen to everything CJ, the content of what people say and the subtext of what they’re not saying. Surprised?
CJ O'Donnell: Not surprise maybe shocked is the better word to use. So who do you want to target first? How are you going to do it and why them?
Trixie takes another sip from her water glass and sets it down in front of her to add for dramatic suspense
Trixie: Well, I think the guy to work on has got to be the Calvin Harris guy, he seems like the biggest threat to our title match reward. I think out of everyone, he’s going to be the biggest threat to us and we have to neutralize him with our game-plan that we discussed later, remember what it was? Honey?
Trixie adds to remind CJ of her little game. CJ nods his head not at the sweet compliment Trixie just paid him but at the gameplan.
CJ O'Donnell: While I agree he is a threat I would say Flaming Youth is the wild card in this match. Kind of staying under the radar. I really hate facing high flying wrestlers as they seem to have nine lives like a cat. But maybe the best thing to do is to strike when they are not looking. Kind of what I did when I snapped that thong of yours twice.
CJ smirks at Trixie while she dips her head while looking at CJ.
Trixie: I can do that very well. I do command a lot of attention, but I can be a sneaky minx if I want to be. You’ve seen my shining apprentice can come from nowhere.
Trixie takes a gander to see where the starters are, but can’t see anything coming their way.
Trixie: As for your little antics though, I am pretty sure the waiter is retelling the staff about your desire for my underwear.
CJ O'Donnell: Hey you wanted to flaunt it so I showed what happens when you flaunt too much.
Trixie: I don’t think they’re discussing you snapping it back, I think they’re imagining a very different ending. Kinda hot when you think about it.
Trixie says as she unfolds her napkin onto her lap.
Trixie: As for the highflyer though. I’m going to use that new submission on him when I get the chance, bend his back so he can’t stand up straight and stretch his legs so they’re jelly and he can’t jump right either.
CJ O'Donnell: There was no such ending. Let them imagine all they want it is not my fault they live such pathetic lives.
Caleb takes a big sip of his beer.
CJ O'Donnell: So we are going to strike hard and fast inside the ring just make sure you don’t hit me with your Shining Apprentice because then I’d have to give you some Irish Knowledge.
CJ smirks at Trixie.
Trixie: That is the gameplan. I won’t hit you with anything, I love my adoring and desired husband too much.
CJ O'Donnell: Call me that H word one more time and the massage won’t be happening later tonight.
Trixie: Ok, but I am allowed to free up a little time here with dessert? I think I need something sweet like my guy. Where are our starters?
Trixie winks, smiling to herself knowing she abided by CJ’s condition but still got in a suitable substitute. She decides to take another drink.
CJ O'Donnell: I thought you were watching your figure and you want to eat cake now.
The waiter shows up with the salads in his hands. He puts Trixie’s salad in front of her first before he puts CJ’s in front of him. CJ looks at the dressing and the back at the waiter.
CJ O'Donnell: Excuse me but that is clearly Bleu Cheese Dressing and I asked for Ranch.
“I am very sorry but we are all out of Ranch Dressing.”
CJ O'Donnell: Couldn’t you have told me that before you brought out the salad.
CJ obviously looks pissed off at the waiter as Trixie tries to defuse the situation.
Trixie: Come on CJ. You can just see if it tastes as good as it looks. Let me try it for you? Feed me a little?
Trixie says in a very soft manner in her attempt to soothe CJ and opens her mouth slightly, awaiting CJ to collect a portion of his salad to feed her some. CJ glares at Trixie but he promised to play along with this game she is playing tonight. He puts some salad on the fork and then brings it towards Trixie’s mouth.
CJ O'Donnell: Here comes the airplane. Look this is how I feed the five kids we have at home.
CJ smirks at Trixie who still has her mouth open and takes the food into her mouth, but sucks on the fork seductively, giving a soft moan that’s more sexual than anything as she opens her eyes to look CJ dead in the eyes and drags her lips off the fork to taste the salad and the dressing. CJ just can not seem to win tonight as he just shakes his head.
Trixie: Mmmmm, it’s rather tasty CJ. I could have you feed me that all night.
CJ O'Donnell: Okay no reason to show off tonight. Let’s keep that stuff personal I am sure the guy doesn’t want to know about “our” personal life.
Trixie: I’m sorry CJ, the salad dressing was just so good. And I know you’ll be eager for that later though, right?
Trixie says with a wink as she begins to gather some of her salad on her own fork.
CJ O'Donnell: Excuse me sir can I get a new fork as this one is really wet.
The waiter walks away from the table without even acknowledging CJ. CJ throws his hands in the air like wtf.
CJ O'Donnell: Seriously you couldn’t have found a better place than this. The service here sucks and not in a good way.
Trixie: You mean not in the good way I do it?
Trixie says as she enjoys a bite of her own salad starter and washes it down with a tiny sip of water. CJ leans in over the table so only Trixie can hear.
CJ O'Donnell: I wouldn’t know anything about your ability in that category. Why does everything have to be so sexually with you all the time?
Trixie says loud enough for the peers eating to hear.
Trixie: No I love you more honey.
She says as she leans into finally lock lips with CJ and receive a couple of adoring “Awws” from other patrons on tables. CJ realizing people are watching doesn’t make a scene or anything but he grabs Trixie by the back of her hair so she can not move away from him.
CJ O'Donnell: You are enjoying this way too much. Knock it off already.
Trixie delivers just a small peck on the lips to CJ to sell the scene to everyone, saying to him hushed so no one else can hear.
Trixie: You have your fun, I have mine.
Trixie then speaks up so the people kind of viewing the PDA can hear.
Trixie: I love you more booboo bear.
Trixie again delivers a peck on the lips as it appears to the rest that they’re exchanging compliments and kisses afterwards. CJ pulls back on Trixie’s hair and little bit more and Trixie licks her lips.
CJ O'Donnell: Okay enough can I eat already.
CJ grabs his spoon to eat his salad as his fork is still in the center of the table. CJ does not put the dressing on it or anything he just eats it plain. Trixie still in CJ’s hands giggles to herself as she dips her finger into his salad dressing and taps it onto his lips before licking it off as she stretches out her tongue. Then speaks hushly.
Trixie: I’ll knock it off of course when you out do my PDA. You’ve already got your hands on my head, show these people why I married you and I’ll stop it.
CJ whispers to Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: We are not fucking married. Knock off your shit or I am gonna get up from the table and you’ll have to pay the bill. Remember back in the hotel room you said you would be good well you are misbehaving.
Trixie: Well I can’t help myself, especially when you’re the one keeping me this close to your face now. How else am I supposed to play it off? Hmmm? If I’ve been bad, you have that massage to do as you wish to discipline me.
CJ O'Donnell: Who says that massage is still happening? You got your enjoyment already for the night.
CJ let’s go of Trixie’s golden locks and just stares at her while eating his salad with his spoon.
Trixie: I’ve not broken your rule. The massage doesn’t happen if I call you the ‘H’ word. I don’t think I’ve used that word, so I believe the massage is still on CJ. You never said nothing about locking lips.
Trixie backs away, no free from his grip to continue nibbling at her salad as she gets out her phone to upload an instagram photo of her meal to her followers.
CJ O'Donnell: Finally the food has arrived.
CJ must have been looking forward to his steak. Once again the waiter sets Trixie’s meal in front of her first and then puts O’Donnell’s in front of him. CJ just shakes his head as something seems to be wrong with his meal.
CJ O'Donnell: I ordered mashed potatoes and string beans with my steak. You gave me a baked potato and asparagus with my steak. And from the looks of it this meat is overcooked. Are you doing this on purpose to me?
The waiter doesn’t even look at The Distinguished but smiles at Trixie.
“Enjoy your meal.”
Trixie gives the waiter a smile back for his comment while CJ slams the table in frustration.
CJ O'Donnell: AM I FUCKING INVISIBLE???
Caleb stands up from the table.
CJ O'Donnell: I wanna see a manager now.
Trixie leans forward to try and defuse the situation by rubbing CJ’s shoulder twice to get his attention.
Trixie: CJ, can we calm down please? It’s just a little issue. Let me see if I can help.
Trixie dashes after the waiter to tap him on the shoulder. Turning around, Trixie goes back to her table to pick up CJ’s plate and show it to the waiter
Trixie: Excuse me sir, but CJ has had a tough day and everything. Would it be possible to have his meal redone to his liking? Mash Potatoes, String Beans and a slightly less charred steak? Would that be too much trouble?
CJ O'Donnell: I am not going to eat that. Once it gets sent back to the kitchen they are going to do all types of things to it. Come on let’s go we are not staying in this restaurant another fucking second.
Trixie hears this and puts the plate back on the table, standing next to CJ, sensing him as angry and follows his dominance by letting him take full lead of the situation. CJ looks over his shoulder and seems kind of shocked that Trixie is by his side.
CJ O'Donnell: I could blame you for this because you just couldn’t be a burger and fries girl but I won’t. This restaurant is shit and you’ll never get my business again.
Trixie stays close to CJ and speaks to him in a rather surprised tone, showing him a lot of newfound respect.
Trixie: We can go wherever you want to CJ. If you want burger and fries, we can eat burger and fries.
As CJ and Trixie begin to exit the restaurant you see the other waiters and waitresses looking at them. Caleb flips them off and grabs a bunch of mints before he leaves through the front door. Trixie exiting first as CJ follows her. Trixie is walking down the steps and opens her purse so CJ can put the mints inside it, trying to be helpful as she can.
CJ O'Donnell: Terrible service. Never again are you allowed to pick the restaurant if we go out. Just because a place is fancy does not mean the food is any better.
CJ continues to walk down the street in a fast pace as Trixie tries to keep up in her sandals.
Trixie: I’m sorry CJ, I thought it would be nice. You can pick wherever you want to eat from now on.
CJ let’s out a sigh as he is obviously frustrated by the way he handled himself.
CJ O'Donnell: I should be the one apologizing I let my temper get the better of me. But you didn’t help flirting the whole time. And do not think for one second I did not feel what you were doing underneath the table.
Trixie: No, No, you were right to. You were on the receiving end of a very bad service, and didn’t get what you ordered at all.
Trixie says fully catching up to CJ who has slowed down in his apology for Trixie to be able to walk with and passing over CJ’s acknowledgement of her table play.
CJ O'Donnell: Where the hell are we? I am still hungry. What about you Queen of Sin?
Trixie’s cheeks blush not from the cold but from his nickname for her as her submissiveness slowly seems to subside and she leans in to CJ.
Trixie: I believe you wanted burger and fries. If you don’t mind me stealing a few from you.
CJ O'Donnell: I did but I know you wanted a steak and a salad. I promised you a nice meal and you are going to get just that.
Trixie: I had most of my salad CJ. I think I could handle a little meat and be full.
Trixie says as the two continue to walk down the street. It must be a stroke of luck as they are standing in front of Austin’s Steakhouse.
CJ O'Donnell: This looks like a great place to eat.
CJ opens the door to the restaurant as Trixie enters first. The hostess sits them in a booth as soon as they sit down a waitress appears.
“Welcome to Austin’s Steakhouse my name is Rae. Can I get you something to drink?”
CJ O'Donnell: I’ll have a water.
“One water for the gentlemen. And for you lady?”
Trixie looks over her menu and doesn’t say a word. She peeks over the top of her menu to look at Caleb.
CJ O'Donnell: She will have the same as me.
“Okay two waters coming right up. Do you folks know what you want?”
CJ O'Donnell: I do. What about you Notorious Trixie?
Again no words from Trixie just a gaze at O’Donnell.
CJ O'Donnell: We will start out with as salads for an appetizer. She would like the house salad dressing and I’ll take ranch dressing on the side.
“Okay well I’ll place that in and be back with your waters in a few moments.”
As the waitress walks away from the table CJ looks at Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: What’s the matter with you? Cat have you tongue?
Trixie shakes her head and answers.
Trixie: No, I’m just in awe of you ordering for me.
CJ O'Donnell: No reason to be in awe of me.
The waitress comes back with their drinks and places them down on the table.
“Have you decided what you would like to order?”
Trixie: Rae, may I have a very small steak, smallest you have got and cut it in half, and I’d like it well done please. With some salad on the side please?
“Absolutely and for you sir?”
CJ O'Donnell: I’ll take a steak medium well with some mashed potatoes and string beans on the side please.
“Alright well if you need anything else just let me know.”
As Rae walks away CJ cracks his knuckles.
CJ O'Donnell: You are being to nice what happened to the Bad Kitty Trixie back at the other shihole?
Trixie smirks as unseen, she moves her foot out of the sandal onto CJ’s chair and resumes her antics from the other joint.
Trixie: You miss Bad Kitty? Feels like you did.
CJ O'Donnell: It wasn’t an invite again it just felt awkward with you playing nice. Usually you would like to bust my balls or make a scene. What gives?
Trixie: You wanted a better behaved Trixie though. I can certainly bust your balls right here without causing a scene. I’m not hurting you with my foot am I?
Trixie says as she resumes her foot work under the table, unseen to anyone thanks to the table cloth.
Trixie: I knew you secretly liked it. Not just what I’m doing now, but it all. I thought our little kissing session would really bring you home.
CJ reaches down with both hands underneath the tablecloth and grabs Queen of Sin’s foot. He must be tickling it as Trixie begins to squirm in her seat.
CJ O'Donnell: I am fine but you seem to have ants in your pants. So besides winning this tornado tag team match what else do you want to accomplish at Wicked?
Trixie in her squirmish movements manages to hold the conversation.
Trixie: I want to make a good impression….Ugh….I wanna certainly earn a good paycheck…..and then there is the breaking in the locker room….
Trixie can’t really keep talking due to CJ’s finger movements on her feet.
CJ O'Donnell: Are you gonna be good or bad? If you behave I’ll release your foot from being hostage.
Trixie: We both know the answer to that CJ….I’m actually..enjoying it...Finally have you touching me…
CJ O'Donnell: Of course you would like foot play.
CJ releases Trixie’s foot as the waitress comes back to the table. As Rae drops off the plates of salad to The Distinguished and The Notorious. CJ nods his head as Trixie with her foot free returns to her previous action and notices a jolt from CJ as she gets back into her under the table massage.
“Enjoy and your steaks shall be out in about fifteen minutes.”
The waitress leaves the table.
CJ O'Donnell: Are you going to let me eat in peace?
Trixie: Once I make a little scene under the table I will. I wanna see your O-Face CJ.
CJ O'Donnell: I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that is not going to happen.
Trixie: Cute, but I believe I can do it, I know I can do it and I think if it hadn’t been for the waiter in the other place, I would have seen it sooner. You were harder than the burned steak they served you.
CJ smirks at Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: I am not going to fall for you antics here. I just want to have a solid meal and talk. Can you respect that?
Trixie lets the foot fall back down and shuffles it into her sandal.
Trixie: Ok, but the night is young.
CJ O'Donnell: Thank you.
CJ pours his ranch dressing on his salad and he grabs his fork. Trixie mirrors his actions and enjoys the first bite of her salad, before she adds on some additional house dressing to her liking and savours her second mouthful and proceeds to then take out her phone and ask CJ.
Trixie: What’s your wallpaper CJ? I remember it was something irish wasn’t it?
CJ reaches inside his inner jacket pocket and pulls out his phone to check.
CJ O'Donnell: Yeah it was actually a picture of the castle I own.
CJ unlocks his phone with his thumb to show Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: Or it was as now I have a picture of something else. Any idea who these belong to?
CJ shows the picture of his phone to Trixie and it is a cleavage shot of her.
Trixie: Hmm, it could be one of those phone hackings, I know for certain that it was that castle thing when I finished browsing your apps.
CJ O'Donnell: Did you also happen to snap a pic of yourself and read any of my texts messages or emails?
Trixie: I don’t think I did. Why what is on there?
Trixie says as she takes another bite of her salad to stop herself from talking
CJ O'Donnell: Nothing too important but I am gonna change the pic back as cleavage is not exactly wallpaper material.
CJ goes to his pictures and sees the rest of the pictures Trixie took as he looks in her direction.
CJ O'Donnell: You sure you don’t wanna tell me anything partner?
Trixie takes a smaller bite of her salad and then replies
Trixie: Why? What have you found?
CJ O'Donnell: Pictures.
Trixie: Are they bad pictures or good ones?
CJ O'Donnell: Take a look for yourself.
CJ hands Trixie the cell phone so she can view the pictures she took earlier. Looking over them, she smiles to herself.
Trixie: Oh, you mean these photos. Well I figured you could use some inspiration and reminder of Trixie. Plus your friends have photo proof of the hot blonde from PAW giving you personal photos. You don’t like them? I can delete them if you want.
CJ O'Donnell: Who says I have friends? Unstable is my family but there are not here in PAW! I am still getting to know you so I can not call you a friend just yet. No disrespect tho…
Trixie nods and passes him back the phone
Trixie: I’ll let you do what you want with the pictures then. Show them to your family or delete them. You’ll end up doing the right thing.
Trixie then eats the last pieces of her salad, gathering them all on her fork to finish the dish and washes it down with her glass of water. CJ takes a sip of his water as he sees Trixie has already finished her salad plate.
CJ O'Donnell: Seems like you were hungry. Alright so Trixie do you feel like you need any more training inside the ring before our match?
Trixie: Sure, I wanna master those holds and work the strikes on the arm wringer you taught me.
CJ O'Donnell: Okay so we can practice more later on in the week.
The waitress comes back with their main course meal. A well done steak and salad for Trixie and a medium well steak with mashed potatoes and string beans for CJ.
CJ O'Donnell: Thank you Rae. See the difference in service?
Trixie seems out of it and has put focus into her own steak, unintentionally ignoring CJ as she begins to carve her steak into smaller bite size pieces and then using her knife and fork to cover it all with a blanket of salad. CJ watches Trixie as she is cutting up her steak into pieces.
CJ O'Donnell: You do know that no one is going to take the steak away from you. Enjoy the steak and take human bites.
CJ laughs at his comment towards Trixie eating habits who looks at him rather than her plate
Trixie: Don’t laugh. This is just how I eat steak.
Trixie pokes her fork through one of the pieces of salad and steak and takes a bite. CJ grabs his fork and grabs some mashed potatoes. As the fork is just dangling in the air as he speaks.
CJ O'Donnell: It would taste better if you enjoyed the flavor of the meat in your mouth and actually taste the juices.
Trixie: I am tasting them, I just enjoy it mixed in with the salad. Didn’t anyone tell you to never comment on a woman’s eating habits? That’s like a huge faux pas you can make with any girl.
CJ O'Donnell: Maybe you haven’t noticed but I am not your typical guy. I see something and I comment on it if it offends you then that is on you. I do not play nicey nice I was raised to earn everything I got in life. Fight for it harder than the next person.
Trixie takes another bite of her food while CJ talks to her and speaks. CJ places the fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth as he listens to Trixie.
Trixie: Nope you’re not a typical guy, that is almost certain and plainly obvious.
CJ O'Donnell: Alright I’ll let you be so you can enjoy your steak then.
Trixie: Thank You. How is yours?
Trixie says as she nods down to his plate of food.
CJ O'Donnell: Haven’t tried it yet I like to save the steak for last. I eat my food like I am dissecting an opponent inside the ring.
Trixie gives him a playful smile and bits into her third steak piece. CJ cuts his piece of steak and sees just the right amount of pink on the inside as a smile comes across his face. The camera fades to black as CJ puts a piece of the steak into his mouth and is enjoying his every bite.
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February 23rd 2016
Abandoned Warehouse - 12:00 AM CST
The camera fades in and you see “The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell and “Queen of Sin” Trixie inside of an abandoned warehouse and it has gym in the middle of the room. It is after midnight and the gym is empty except for the two of them. In the center of the gym is a wrestling ring. CJ is wearing a pair of black and silver mesh basketball short with white sneakers. Trixie is sporting herself a pink wrestling women’s singlet over her black sports bra that just hangs over her wrestling tights that are basic black.
CJ O'Donnell: Now that we are fully digested it is time to get back to work. Are you ready Trixie?
CJ is walking up towards the ring and slides underneath the bottom ropes. He goes to the closet corner and begins to stretch by grabbing the top rope with bottom hands and pulling forward. Trixie walks into the ring by a graceful walk up the apron and steps into the ring under the bottom and middle rope.
Trixie: I can get ready to do some work CJ. Let's get our hands dirty.
CJ O'Donnell: Easy there killer. First key is to properly stretch. And none of that sexual stretching you love to do.
CJ looks at Trixie as she gives him a look like who me.
CJ O'Donnell: I know what you are thinking also an abandoned warehouse is a scary place? But it is out of your comfort zone. No distractions. Keep it simple and get back to basics.
Trixie: Stretch out then. I don’t know if I can do un-sexy stretching but I’ll try it.
Trixie says as she touches her right toe with both hands, then left. She stretches her elbow behind their head on each to stretch out her shoulders as well. Leaning back slightly to stretch her back and bends forward for a double toe touch. Her knees get stretched out as she leans into each one while stretching out her other leg. Trixie then finally stretches out her neck by looking side to side, up and down, trying to be as un-sexy as possible.
CJ O'Donnell: You almost ready? And my idea of this training is not to hold back. Go full force. Really build up a good sweat and get the adrenaline going.
Trixie: CJ, if you want to risk me suffering a pulled muscle or something near our match.
CJ O'Donnell: I am sure you have pulled on your fair share of muscles. But I’ll patiently wait for you.
CJ hops up on the top turnbuckle as Trixie continues her stretching.Her stretches turn to her abs as she lies down and stretches her side abs with a near model pose designed to stretch out her side abdominal muscles and finishes up to join CJ in the corner, as she sits against the ropes.
CJ O'Donnell: Ready Trixie?
Trixie: I’m ready CJ.
CJ O'Donnell: Good.
CJ hops down off the top turnbuckle and grabs Trixie by her left wrist before he irish whips her into the ropes. On the rebound, CJ attempts a clothesline but Trixie ducks underneath it. Before Trixie reaches the opposite side of the ropes CJ follows in behind her and attempts a release German Suplex over his head but Trixie using her flexibility and lands on her feet. CJ looks a bit shocked at that reversal and Trixie blows him a kiss.
CJ O'Donnell: Were you holding back a few days ago during our training?
Trixie: I have to keep somethings as a surprise. Why show everything when you can surprise people and get a look on their face that is priceless.
CJ O'Donnell: So you do have some tricks up your sleeves.
Trixie: The name isn’t Trixie for nothing.
CJ and Trixie lock up this time in the center of the ring and Trixie knees CJ in the gut before taking him down to the mat with an arm drag. CJ like a cat gets back on his feet and is met with another arm drag. CJ stays on his knees for a second as Trixie kips up from the mat and looks at him with a smirk on her face.
Trixie: You like getting tossed around like that?
CJ O'Donnell: Obviously you seem to be a night owl as in the morning you are cranky as hell. I am glad someone is in a good mood tonight.
Trixie: Not really in a good mood CJ. I’m a little annoyed you didn’t give me that massage, so, how about a Boston one for you?
Trixie says pushing down CJ with a dropkick, and grabs both of his legs, using the move she learned from him to turn him over onto his back and locks in the Boston Crab.
CJ O'Donnell: I like the fire inside of you Trixie but I didn’t show you all my tricks.
CJ pushes himself up on the canvas and using his leg strength flips Trixie over to the mat. CJ quickly follows that up with a headlock around Trixie as The Queen of Sin tries to escape.
CJ O'Donnell: As far as the massage goes maybe you’ll get it later on but you are going to have to earn it. And trust me it will feel a lot better after we are done here tonight.
Trixie appears stuck in the headlock and uses her feet to move around and slowly pull herself off the ring mat, as CJ has to stand up to stay in the advantage clutch. Trixie manages to get herself fully up to the top and has to use her elbows to loosen the grip, and slip her head out as she now applies her arm wringer and like CJ said to her, hits him with strikes to his ribs. CJ still holding onto the side headlock as Trixie places her hand on him back and pushes him into the ropes. O’Donnell bounces off the ropes and on his return Trixie leaps over him touching her toes in the process. CJ stops before touching the ropes and turns around into a hurricanrana from Trixie. Trixie hooks the legs going for a pin but CJ kicks out immediately. Trixie is a little shocked by the quick kickout.
Trixie: Someone was going easy on me at the gym.
CJ O'Donnell: Maybe I was. I wanted to see what you were made of. You know most people see a blonde and automatically can think of ten blonde jokes. I see a blonde and think they act stupid to get what they want without doing much work. So in reality the guys who do everything for them are like lost puppies.
Trixie smiles and misses her split-legged leg drop as he rolls out of the way.
Trixie: Someone has quick reactions.
CJ O'Donnell: I am just getting started.
CJ attempts a dropkick to Trixie’s face but at the last split second she drops to the mat and Caleb misses completely as he goes all the way to the outside of the ring. CJ lands on his feet on the outside of the ring and turns around applauding Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: I am not the only one.
Trixie of course gives CJ a clap back for his recovery on the outside and then opens the ropes for him to comeback in.
Trixie: In you come then. We need to work on the back to back thing...strategy, so try not to fall outside.
CJ hops onto the ring apron. Before entering the ring he wipes his feet on the ring apron.
CJ O'Donnell: I didn’t fall to the outside I did a baseball slide to the outside of the ring.
Trixie walks up to CJ and gives him a slap on his left cheek as she passes him, earning him a strange look as Trixie turns around to face him opposite
Trixie: What? That’s what baseball players do to teammates on a good job.
CJ O'Donnell: Yeah last time I checked there we no balls or strike or even a pitcher or catcher. Anyway …
CJ doesn’t finish his sentence before he grabs Trixie around her waist. Trixie goes to wiggle her ass but CJ remembers this move from before and he uses Trixie’s movement to his advantage and rolls her over. Before CJ can get an advantage once again Trixie shows her leg strength by pushing CJ off of her. Trixie quickly gets up and connects with a step up enziguri that connects with the right side of CJ’s head. It echoes throughout the abandoned warehouse. CJ immediately falls to the mat holding his face. Trixie crawls up to kiss it better but his reaction let's his guard down as CJ is then put into Trixie’s armbar hold.
Trixie: Gotcha CJ.
As Trixie pulls back on the arm it looks as if CJ is knocked out cold as he is not trying to escape the hold. Trixie notices the lack of response and loosens her grip slightly.
Trixie: CJ? You ok?
After not getting a reaction, Trixie loosens up even more and becomes concerned about CJ’s health concern. As Trixie bends down to see if CJ is breathing his eyes suddenly open and CJ grabs Trixie in a small package and grabs ahold of Trixie’s black wrestling tights to get a better grip.
CJ O'Donnell: One ….. Two ….
CJ lets go of the small package and a smirk appears on his face. Trixie has a half stunned / half thrilled face on her as she realizes he duped her entirely
Trixie: That wasn’t fair. You plum cheated out of that move.
CJ O'Donnell: You do not think our opponents will cheat to win. You have to expect the unexpected. Who knew you had such big feelings for The Distinguished…
Trixie: I thought I knocked you out cold, and I’d be stranded in this warehouse instead of going to a simple wrestling training center or something. You need a break then?
Trixie gets up off the ring and points over to her cooler which is filled with a bunch of alcoholic beverages, including a six pack of guinness packed especially since Trixie remembered him ordering it.
CJ O'Donnell: Drinking beer and training is only going to make me sweat more.
Trixie: Come on. Let’s just enjoy a couple of drinks.
Trixie goes out of the ring and bends down in front of CJ’s direction of sight, as she grabs the cans in one hand while she grabs a couple of vodka small bottles in her other hand. Placing them on the apron, she gets in and sits next to CJ, popping the first guinness to taste it, and kinda shrugs at the taste before passing the can to CJ.
Trixie: Not my favorite drink, enjoy CJ.
Trixie pulls the can back just as CJ goes to take a drink and waves one of the vodka’s in her other hand.
Trixie: Of course, you could make it stronger. I hear the irish can handle their drinks.
CJ O'Donnell: Guinness is an acquired taste. And honestly vodka doesn’t really mix well with Guinness. If you mix the two you are going to regret it in the morning.
Trixie gives CJ a questionable look.
Trixie: I’m not going to be drinking Vodka and Guinness though. I was asking if you wanted to add some fire to your drink.
CJ O'Donnell: Now why would I ruin such a great tasting beer with vodka.
Trixie: You don’t have too. I mean you don’t have too, but I can’t drink all of these myself, and I’d like to put them to use, so. How about you help me out. You can do straight shots if you want so you don’t ruin the taste, not a great tasting beer.
CJ O'Donnell: I will either do shots or drink the beer. I don’t like to mix drinks.
Trixie chucks CJ a couple of small vodka bottles and holds just one herself as she unscrews the bottle and swigs the bottle, managing only 20% of it before closing her eyes and recovers from the alcohol.
Trixie: Woo! That is some really strong stuff.
CJ O'Donnell: I have this feeling you wanna get me buzzed so I would let down my guard but it is going to take a lot more than some shots of vodka to do that.
Trixie feeling the alcohol burn a bit points at CJ’s bottle.
Trixie: Your turn, how much can you handle?
CJ looks at the bottle in his hands.
CJ O'Donnell: Probably about twenty of these should give me a really good buzz.
Trixie’s eyes widen at the bold comment. CJ
CJ O'Donnell: I have a black belt in drinking what can I say.
CJ brushes his shoulders off as he hops on the turnbuckle as he throws the shot back. Trixie on the other hand knocks back barely any of her vodka bottle and sucks in some air.
Trixie: I bet you can’t knock back two more of them. That one surely was mild.
Trixie tosses CJ two more bottle as he catches them. He opens them both up at the same time. One in his right hand and the other in his left.
CJ O'Donnell: Down the hatch they go.
As Caleb takes both shots at the same time with not even blinking an eye.
CJ O'Donnell: I am perfectly fine. See I told you so. I can handle my liquor.
Trixie: You sure can. I guess I can count on you to put these away for me as I’m struggling with just this bottle.
Trixie says as she holds up her bottle that’s had about 11% of it drank and looks over at the three CJ has put away with an impressed look on her face. CJ jumps down off the top turnbuckle and grabs the bottle out of Trixie’s hand and finishes her bottle.
CJ O'Donnell: Problem solved. Can we get back to training now?
Trixie: Sure we can. Just allow me to clear the ring of the drinks.
Trixie exits the ring with the drinks and puts them in the cooler. But pushes them to the bottom and pulls out a couple of stronger drinks to the top of the cooler a small clear bottle of russian vodka and leaves it on top with a smile as she returns to the ring. As she enters, CJ grabs her in a headlock again but this time Trixie forgets getting up and manages to roll him onto his shoulders for a pinfall but CJ kicks out before Trixie can even count. Trixie does it again and CJ doesn’t allow his shoulders to be pinned so Trixie grabs the ropes. CJ lets her go due to rope break.
Trixie: Ok, so we’re playing that game?
Trixie gets up and her strike is blocked by CJ, as she catches her wrist. CJ goes for a german suplex after he spins Trixie around by pulling her arm and is surprised when Trixie rolls forward to hook her legs under CJ’s arms and pulls him down for her roll-up as she tries to pin him again.
Trixie: One...Two…
But CJ actually rolls back to hold Trixie in a wheelbarrow kind of hold as Trixie kind of looks over her shoulder.
Trixie: Of all positions to go CJ, you wanted this one? Take a good look.
Trixie gives CJ a little twerk to distract him as she pulls her legs from him and shows off her flexibility to roll onto her feet in an impressive front cartwheel onto her feet and she bounces off the ropes to try and crossbody CJ, but lands right across him as he catches her mid move to show her his strength. CJ slams Trixie down to the mat with a body slam and then bounces off the ropes and goes for a leg drop but misses as Trixie rolls out of the way. Trixie pulls CJ up and kicks him in the gut which doubles him over. Trixie takes two steps back and then leaps in the air and goes for headscissors to take down the Distinguished but CJ places his hands on the mat to do a cartwheel of his own. CJ smirks in the corner as Trixie sits down on the mat looking up at him.
CJ O'Donnell: Here let me help you up…
CJ walks over to Trixie and extends his hand to help up the Queen of Sin but she grabs CJ around the head and rolls him up in an inside cradle. CJ and Trixie are rolling around on the mat as both of them are trying to gain the upperhand. They both realize at the same time that is not going to happen and release the hold. Trixie is the first to her feet and irish whips CJ into the corner. As she comes charging toward Caleb at the last possible second he gets his knee up but it connects with Trixie’s chest instead of her jaw. This startles her as she immediately grabs her chest as the wind mind have been knocked out of her.
CJ O'Donnell: Sorry didn’t mean to hit them.
CJ approaches Trixie and goes to check to see if she is okay but as soon as he gets close enough the knee of the Queen of Sin connects with his groin area. CJ grabs his manhood and falls to the mat on his knees.
CJ O'Donnell: SON OF A NUTCRACKER!!!
Trixie: That’s even right? You got me in my girls, I got you in the boys? I’ll go grab some ice.
Trixie exits the ring to go and grab some ice from the cooler and places it into one of the small towels they brought to wipe down sweat with. She then grabs the russian vodka and enters the ring again as she hands the ice to CJ. CJ is sitting in the corner still holding his private trying to catch his breath.
CJ O'Donnell: Mine was an accident I think you just wanted to pay me back for it. Are you trying to see how many shots it will take to get me drunk or something?
Trixie: No, just something to drink to forget about the pain. If you don’t want it, I’ll put it back….
Trixie turns away slightly.
CJ O'Donnell: Pain I can handle. I just need to sit here for a moment and catch my breath. But you can have a shot it you'd like.
Trixie: No, No. If you’re not gonna drink, I guess I can’t either….
CJ O'Donnell: I have no problem with you drinking.
CJ looks at Trixie as he uses the top ropes to pull himself up. He grabs the Russian vodka out of her hands and throws it back with ease.
CJ O'Donnell: Alright your turn now…
Trixie looks at the vodka and eyes are wide.
Trixie: I’ll pass for right now. You seem to enjoy it. How is the general area feeling?
CJ O'Donnell: So I can drink alone and that is okay. Double standards Trixie not cool. As far as the boys I'll survive next time I'll have to wear a cup around you.
Trixie: There is no double standards. I’ll only have just a small swig and you can enjoy the rest, as much as you like. As for that cup, we can go shopping for one of them if you like
CJ O'Donnell: I have one already just didn’t expect you to take it to that level. I don’t like to drink by myself.
Trixie sighs as she opens up the bottle to take herself a sip, and feels the burn yet again and the buzz kicking in.
Trixie: Happy?
CJ O'Donnell: Estatic! Does it burn going down?
CJ smirks at Trixie as he awaits a response. Trixie can’t quite give one as she opens her mouth to get a little fresh air.
Trixie: I think I’m probably a little too buzzed to do anymore training though. Could slip and get injured.
Trixie does cover her mouth and looks over at CJ.
Trixie: Kinda like how you ended up.
CJ O'Donnell: I did not slip or anything. What are you talking about?
CJ takes Trixie’s bottle out of her hand and finishes it off again for her.
CJ O'Donnell: You know if this was a drinking contest you wouldn’t be doing so well. But have no fear I can drink all night long and continue training.
Trixie: I don’t know. I’ve noticed the liquor having a little effect on you too. For the match, we should both totally avoid the drink until after, to celebrate.
Trixie says as she sits down and moves up slightly to be nearer to CJ. O’Donnell turns his head to the left and let's out a burp.
CJ O'Donnell: Excuse me I am perfectly fine.
Trixie: Are you really? I think you’re starting to slur your words..
CJ O'Donnell: I think all this training might have scrambled your brains. Maybe you need a break from training.
CJ starts walking to the center of the ring as Trixie looks at him. He starts break dancing in the center of it to the amusement of Trixie.
Trixie: You’re totally right. You goofball. Why would I ever assume you’d be affected by drink.
Trixie says with a sarcastic tone as she watches the break dancing put on for her. CJ looks like he falls on the floor but it was all part of his plan as he begins to spin on his back as he comes to a stop and strikes a pose.
CJ O'Donnell: Nope I will admit I have a buzz going on but that's it. So what do wanna work on next?
Trixie crawls up to him and lies down on her front and rests her head sideways on her arms.
Trixie: Well, I think it’s about time you pay that massage you owe me.
CJ O'Donnell: You would like that now wouldn't you. You are a bad girl who just wants me to get in trouble. Queen of Sin fits you perfectly.
Trixie: I would and am indeed. What are you waiting for?
Trixie wriggles just a bit to get more comfy and sighs as she becomes more relaxed.
CJ O'Donnell: Not the time nor the place. I told you this already I have a female in my life already and I do not want to fuck it up. Plus I am tired I think I am just gonna take quick nap.
CJ closes his eyes as the camera zooms in on his face. Trixie knees him in the midsection.
CJ O'Donnell: What the fuck Trixie?
Trixie: You can’t just fall asleep on me like that. You promised me a little massage, and I wanted one last night, you didn’t deliver, so come on CJ.
Trixie taps CJ on the arm to massage her. CJ speaks to Trixie with his eyes closed.
CJ O'Donnell: Hey you were the one who wanted to bring alcohol to training. We were having progress with our training and then you wanted to get me tipsy so you could get some action.
Trixie: And we made massive progress in our training. So how about we make a little progress with us. Unless you don’t find me remotely attractive.
CJ O'Donnell: You are attractive but I told you that it can not be like that. I like someone and you have to respect me and that person. We are partners. We have chemistry. We have a match to wrestle in a few days. We can work together I know we can but you have to be on board with it.
Trixie is seen to be a little disappointed by CJ’s response and still tries her luck with a light hand movement onto his hand
Trixie: How serious is it then with the other girl?
CJ is no longer laying on the mat and leans up against the bottom ropes.
CJ O'Donnell: Serious enough for me to make it official with her. So can I trust you to keep this strictly business with us. I think together we can really make a statement as an alliance. The choice is yours?
Trixie: Well we could. But I think, as the Queen of Sin, you’d give into a little temptation and make me a very happy. You don’t have to tell nobody. It could be just you and me.
CJ O'Donnell: I would know. Trust me I am flattered that you find me attractive in that way and I don’t expect you to stop because that is not in your nature. But I need you to respect me like I respect you. I rather be friends with you than enemies. So …
Trixie: So...how about we crack open that pack of guinness?
CJ O'Donnell: I am done drinking for the night. Let’s call it a night. I’ll be out of town the next few days as I have to meet with someone. When I get we will get back together, alright?
Trixie: Really? Back Together? You make it sound like we’re a couple. I’m sure whoever it is, you’ll have your fun and then we’ll have a good session of training.
Trixie then muffles the rest of her sentence and steps up to help up CJ to his feet to try and get him up and ready to head back.
CJ O'Donnell: Do not jump to conclusions Trixie. We are associates. I would call you a friend but you may consider that being something else. So until you can behave yourself I need to be very aware of how I use my words around you.
CJ is on his feet as he brushes himself off keeping a close eye on Trixie. The Distinguished steps through the top and middle ropes and is on the ring apron.
CJ O'Donnell: Do you need a ride back to the hotel?
Trixie: I do. I think I’ll need a ride to my hotel room really. That booze was pre-etty strong.
As Trixie exits the ring she nearly falls off the ring apron and Caleb has to catch her so she does not fall. Trixie walks in a slightly staggered manner and has to lean on CJ eventually to keep her balance. CJ just shakes his head at the state of Trixie’s condition as he walks towards the door as the camera fades out..
March 1st 2016
Unknown Location - 12:19 PM CST
The camera fades in and you are in a room with a table and two chairs. No other furniture is in the room. As a figure walks into the frame you notice it is ‘The Distinguished” Caleb James O’Donnell. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white PAW t-shirt as he sits in one of the chairs.
CJ O'Donnell: Why is it a woman is always late?
CJ just shakes his head and looks down at the table.
CJ O'Donnell: You know when I made my debut two weeks ago for PAW I would have never thought I would have been an opportunity like this so soon. This tornado tag team match is a step in the right direction for me. It will prove to all the critics that I can make it on my own without The Unstable watching my back. Sure I wish guys like Jason Cashe, Chris Madison, Darryl Wallace and “The Marvel” Matt Meyhu were here watching my back. Hell I would do anything to see my sister “The Distorted Angel” Amber Ryan sign a contract in PAW. But I can not worry about things like that I need to focus on the things at hand.
CJ takes a deep breath and slams both his fist on the table.
CJ O'Donnell: Three teams enter this match for the shot to face off against their tag team partner at the following show. Calvin Harris and Tyler Keenan are one team. Then Flaming Youth and Johnny Raike are another team. Then we have Trixie and myself as the final team. All of us have never teamed with our partner before. So no advantage there. Some may think it was a little out of the ordinary for me to spend so much time with my partner Trixie last week but I realized a few things about her. Sure she may have a strong sexual drive but she has a fire and passion in doing well in this business. She wants to be known as a serious competitor here. All she needs is a little direction and someone who is going to take charge. And that is exactly what I will do in this tornado tag match if I have to. I have no problem sacrificing my body in order to get that W. Go ahead hit me with a steel chair. Put me through a table. Make me bleed. Drop the steel steps on my body. Guess what that has all been done to me before and I am still standing. I fear no one. I welcome the new challenges that Pure Amusement Wrestling brings to the table.
Caleb stands up from his chair and begins to pace back and forth as you can hear the intensity in his voice start to pick up with each word.
CJ O'Donnell: It is going to take a lot more than four men to stop me from leaving the Pontchartrain Center with my hands raised in the air. Men like Calvin Harris, Tyler Keenan, Flaming Youth and Johnny Raike do not have what it takes to be the face of an organization. Let’s take a look at Calvin Harris first shall we. Calvin is a man that is very much to himself. He doesn't have a lot of friends. He has trust issues. He even has distanced himself from family over the last few years. Calvin likes to describe himself that he's a loner with a lot of mental and emotional scars.
As the camera zooms in on the face of Caleb you see a smirk appearing.
CJ O'Donnell: Calvin you kind of remind me of myself. You are willing to do anything to become successful inside that ring. You have no problem breaking the rules just to get an advantage. Your downfall is going to be your tag team partner Tyler Keenan. You see Keenan is too much of a pretty boy. He is a fake. A fraud if you will. He claims to be such a badass but that is the farthest thing from the truth. He cares too much about the fans. He wants to prove his daddy wrong that he made the right choice about being a wrestler and not a businessman. Fuck his daddy issues. If I didn’t know any better I would think Tyler was a girl. Daddy issues for a grown ass man. That is fucking pathetic. Tyler I am going to make sure I ruin that pretty little face of yours. I am going to make you bleed. After this match you will be a good little boy and follow in your father’s footsteps.
The door opens and in walks Trixie.
CJ O'Donnell: Nice of you to join us.
Trixie enters the room wearing a woman’s PAW shirt with the bottom cut off to show her toned tummy off and the shoulders are shown to have been cut to have a strand like look so her shoulders can be seen as well. She has instead opted for some very flexible black pants and some flat black shoes but has gone out on the glamour make up with her skin almost flawless and glittery from the foundation she has applied. Long lashes from her mascara and strong eyes that pop from her very dark blue eyeshadow and eye liner. Her cheeks have slightly been defined with her bronzer and rogue before having a blended pink set of lips that have an inviting look thanks to the gloss on them. Completing her outfit is a small clutch bag that she hangs over her left shoulder. She looks over at CJ with a look and starts walking towards him and the furniture set of the barren room
Trixie: Somebody seems pretty loud. Why are we meeting here. I wouldn’t exactly call it ideal.
Trixie says walking to one of the chairs and takes a seat, digging through her clutch for a stick of bubblegum. She undoes the wrapper and puts it into her mouth slowly so she closes her lips on the fingernails. She then drags her fingers out and starts chewing the bubblegum before offering a stick to CJ by leaving it on the table
Trixie: So, how have you been CJ? Up to much?.
CJ O'Donnell: Just taking care of some Unstable business the last week. Just trashing our opponents. Care to say anything about Tyler or Calvin as I already gave my opinion on them.
Trixie: Care to tell me them. As teammates we should be on the same page and everything. Besides, I’d like to hear up close that intensity in your voice
CJ O'Donnell: We have a pretty boy in Tyler and Harris thinks he is the Martyr of Pro Wrestling. A great tag team on paper but inside the ring they are going to be on opposite sides of the ring.
Trixie: Keenan, he’s a pretty attractive guy. But to me, he’s a little wishy-washy. Put it this way, he’d pull out a lot of flashy moves to try and make a girl feel good, but I thinks she’d still have to fake it. One word, ineffective. All talk but little actual impact. As for the Harris boy. I think he’s going to be a complete opposite of Keenan, and useless once our submissions are locked on him. He acts like an alpha male but taps like a puny beta when things get too tough and he’s corned like a small little field mouse. Which FYI is a major turnoff.
Trixie proceeds to blow a small bubble from her gum and lets it pop as she continues to chew but crosses her legs.
CJ O'Donnell: Interesting you would say that about Harris and Keenan. How do you feel about Youth and Raike then?
Trixie: Well the Youth fellow to me appears to be that bad-boy daredevil but he’s just like Keenan in the need to please the fans, and just like Keenan, I’m sure he’s seen a couple of fakes happen in his bedtime too. You can flip around and roll around all you want, I still think once I kick him in the head he’ll be down and come to terms that he’s getting to middle age territory. As for the partner, I would think he’d be very much interesting in the ladies right? So I see him really just letting his partner down if there is a dame out there beautiful enough to captivate his attention long enough so we could isolate and eliminate his partner, I’m sure they will be though.
Trixie says with a subtle cough to draw attention of herself being said temptress. CJ just looks at the blank wall like he is in a zone.
CJ O'Donnell: Going into this match I was worried Youth was going to be the pain in my ass. Then I seen his promo about me. First of all let's get some facts straight. I am glad you know the federation 4CW but I never said I was leaving them. I left a federation called Boardwalk Wrestling in Atlantic City, New Jersey if you must know. You are right Unstable is not watching my back but if the time calls for it all I have to do is make a phone call and all of them will be down here. You see Youth I think you got kicked too hard in your match last week. Now if you were teaming with your boy Press you would be the odds on favorites to win this match but you are not.
Trixie interjects to CJ’s comment with a minor butt in.
Trixie: Besides, something tells me, we’re the odds on favorite to win this match up.
CJ O'Donnell: Flaming Youth go ahead and impress the fans. Do all that high flying you want because it will not help you. Sure the fans may applaud you and cheer you on but what happens when that adrenaline does down? What are you going to do when you look for help and notice it is Johnny Raike not Press? I have a feeling you will freak the fuck out and that is when I will strike you with knees, elbows, fist, head butts and whatever else I can get my hands on. Speaking of Johnny you're typical bad boy persona. Thinks he is this badass just because he got into a few fights and got thrown out of his home. Listen here and listen good Johnny you are not the first person to be put out and you certainly will not be the last.
CJ points to a scar on his left elbow.
CJ O'Donnell: Johnny we all have a story to tell but some of us prematurely tell it. You have showed your entire hand that you have to offer. Claiming to be the most liberated man in professional wrestling that has got to be the funniest fucking joke I have heard in a long time. Now I could attack your ego and get you all fired up but that would be too easy. I rather leave a lasting impression and the way I plan on doing that is by making you suffer. I am going to make you watch what I do everyone else in the ring. I'm taking the control out of your hands by tying you up in the ring ropes. Don't worry from time to time I'll drive a closed fist into your skull.
Trixie: Wow, CJ! Some really intense words. I know you don’t want to hear mthis, but with all do respect, it is such a turn on to see this side of you. I’m really looking forward to our match, not only for the prize of winning now.
CJ O'Donnell: You are right I don't want to hear it. I told you I was going to be focused as this match got closer. I am in a zone. If they want to beat us they are going to have to handcuff me to the ring post or something to that extreme because nothing or nobody is going to stop me. I have my eyes on the prize.
Trixie seeing the dominance of CJ’s stance and body language adheres to his command
Trixie: I don’t think any combination of our opponents could ever have a chance at winning. There is a prize dangling in front both of us, and I know CJ’s determined. Fellas, you should watch out for that alone, but beware the woman’s determination. It’s unrelenting.
CJ O'Donnell: NO REGRETS…
NO PERKS ….
NO MERCY…
IT’S THE UNSTABLE LIFESTYLE!!!
IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT TOO FUCKING BAD!
Trixie: And I may not be apart of the Unstable or it’s lifestyle. I know everyone will take a look at me and assume I’m the weakest out of us all. Maybe I can’t bench what you guys can, maybe I can’t squat what you guys can. Wrestling has always been a mind game, don’t let the blonde locks fool you, I’m a bright spark in this match up. I know CJ would love for the pinfall to fall on him, but a few of our opponents enjoy humiliating their opponents, so I think, as I’ve been training and learning more submission movesets, what better way to have this so called ‘Ring Rat’ make you tap out live on Wicked for the world to see on demand all they want. That satisfaction boys is truly unbeatable. The Queen of Sin is making her way through this company to the very top, not on her back, but by bending and breaking yours.
CJ O'Donnell: Size doesn't matter in this type of match. It is a tornado tag team match. Chaos will happen. Bodies will be flying everywhere. Expect to get hit with a boot on a body slam or pushed from behind. Anything can and will happen. This is a match where you will have to prove you want it more. Look into these eyes and you'll see no one wants to be victorious more than me. Are you ready to get UNSTABLE?
CJ stares into the camera as Trixie is staring at The Distinguished. Caleb is ready for battle while Trixie seems really turned on as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Lady Munin on Apr 8, 2016 4:14:09 GMT
The training center is fairly basic. Sixteen by sixteen ring, water cooler in the corner, dingy bathroom with a couple of lockers. In the ring Johnny Raike is in a deep butterfly stretch, looking tired, worn out. It’s three days since he was thrown over the top rope and hung by Stevie Harris. Two days since taking a short flight with a sudden stop through a Japanese announce table. It had been a tough weekend.
As Johnny transitions to a series of crunches, he reflects back on what went wrong. The table thing was hardly his fault; Wallace wasn’t even supposed to be in the country, let alone at the show. Harris...well, that he has to take on the chin. Johnny hates doing that. As the indignity of it all once again comes to mind, Johnny’s skin begins to burn a deep red, his crunch pace speeding up in direct proportion.
Flaming Youth entered the training center and immediately noticed Johnny Raike in the center of the ring. The man looked like he was trying to kill himself through his calisthenics, and Youth surmised that he knew the reason why. Johnny Raike didn’t plan on being at the end of another noose, and was taking steps to ensure that fact. Figuring now was as good a time as any to discuss their upcoming match, Youth strode over to the ring, and leaned against the apron.
FLAMING YOUTH: "Looking good, Johnny."
Johnny shoots a half pained grin and finish up a final trio of crunches.
JOHNNY RAIKE: “If you’re trying to get on my good side, it’s working.”
Raike rolls to his knees before standing up, arms dangling down as he looks at the top of Youth’s head.
JOHNNY: “So. We got all the little wrestle babies, huh? You know I can’t afford anything but an incontestable win right now. I need to know if this means something to you, or if I should be prepping for a handicap match.”
Youth snickered, positioning himself so that he was looking up at Johnny.
YOUTH: "Nah, man, I’m not one to take a powder for no reason. I’ll be there with bells on, and we can show these kids a thing or two. Got to keep in mind though, once the dust settles, and we’re named the winners, it’s just a few short weeks down the line that it’ll be me and you staring across the ring at each other."
A wan, half smile from The Beautiful Nightmare.
JOHNNY: “Honey, that thought hasn’t left my mind since the booking got announced. I just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna try and hold me up for money in return for a fight. Wouldn’t have blamed you; also wouldn’t have paid you. See, I figure for the purposes of kicking ass and taking names that I’ll choose to trust you right up until that bell rings and we’ve officially won. At which point...honestly, I’ll probably just partake in the better part of valor. Seems like the smartest plan.”
Johnny rolls through the ropes and alights softly on the floor near Youth, before proceeding to his bag and taking a sip from his water bottle.
JOHNNY: “But I also figure we ain’t winning just ‘cause we really want to. To my mind we’re the clear favorites, but that means the other four will be looking to make their names, and we’d better actually be able to do some team shit. Good news on my side, you wrestle similar to my old tag partner, should be able to slip back into tag mode.”
YOUTH: "Sure, I figure we’ll work well together. Only thing is, this is liable to turn into one big free for all, considering the word ‘Tornado’ in the headline. Either way, I’m sure we’ll do fine. I guess all that matters is that we go out there and be the better team. That way, come St. Patrick’s Day, we can finally put to rest in all the fan’s minds who’s the better man."
Youth casts a wink in Raike’s general direction, and smiles as he continues over towards the sauna area, and out of the room.
Johnny sighs as he watches Youth go. He was going to be disappointed in that sauna room. At least is was dark, you couldn't really see how dingy it truly was. He had been hoping for a bit more of a connection. As is, Johnny switches to push ups. His look is of a man resolved to put everything on his own shoulders and climb the mountain step by step.
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A chocolate background and “Pure Morning” bring us as ever to that makeshift studio in Astoria. Johnny Raike sits back on the bar stool in his garage, well used bong sitting on a nightstand next to his beskirted hip. Black and green knees socks and a leather vest, also acid green, complete the look. Johnny eyes the camera and gives a wicked smile, before blowing out a perfect, dense smoke ring, then releasing his held breath in a wave of smoke.
Johnny: “Could say I'm feeling a little green tonight. I do like the color. Matches my eyes.”
Johnny flashes his deep blue eyes, flirting and teasing for a few moments before letting out a small sight.
Johnny: “They did when I wore the old contacts. Ah well. I've gotten more than a few messages asking me what's up. I don't usually go silent this long unless something is wrong. I'm cool, just...eh. I spent a lot of time and effort talking about how great I was going to do, spreading the word on where to see me so you could see me make the world say yes to us all, and then I get to the end of my week to find that reality was...less cooperative. I got beat. Pretty bad. I mean, people can't wait to pat you on the back when you push through eight kinds of hell- and please don't, I'm hurting- but it doesn't change the fact that you got ten rounds of hell in the match, and about another three after. I'm not gonna talk about that. Still processing just what the best decision for me is. Stevie and I will face again someday, and I will not me kind or gentle. But that doesn't need to me rushed into in some worked up emotional stupor. Might be why you haven't seen me of late. But I'm not in the habit of making excuses for myself.”
The American Wet Dream casts an introspective look to the floor, before popping up scant seconds later with his usual bright, smiling face.
Johnny: “Now. To business. This tornado tag match dealy. Won't lie, not my favorite style of match. Makes it to hard for the audience to get a good look a lot of the time, and I feel like I'm robbing you all of an implied promise if you don't get to see enough of me. But my darlings, I will make it up to you. I'm going to go into that match, and I'm going to be teaming up with the other odds on favorite, Flaming Youth. Ironically what with the guy going by Youth, I'm pretty sure our team has more years in this business then the other two teams combined. Or not. I'm a wrestler, not a math professor.”
An indifferent shrug from the Beautiful Nightmare
Johnny: “Pretty interesting little teams they are. Tyler and I have already scrapped. I'm on the look out for his tricks, but I've gotten a taste of you and I of me, so I don't know that I intend to drone on about it. You and Harris, that's a pretty decent combo. Tall compared to the average, kinda bulky. Not casting stones, even if I do maintain razor thin perfection, just noting. Also noting to terribly large egos. Best of luck.”
An over dramatic and clearly sarcastic double thumbs up from the Hedonistic Hellcat.
Johnny: “Trixie and O'Donnell. One of those rarer occasion where a guy is actually, noticeably smaller than me. That's always fun. Makes it easier to turn a catch into a suplex. O'Donnel, I'm passingly familiar with. That's not an insult, this is just a large and growing business. I do what I can, but I have to get off my phone and do shit sometimes. Gather we got you guys as team speed, Tyler and Harris as team American super junior, and Youth and I as team done this shit before. Not with Flaming Youth, though there where those who would say something was flaming. Not to my face and never more than twice, but some. It is what it is.”
A quick signing of whatever as Raike soldiers on.
Johnny: “I've been a tag team guy before. Think I might have given all this a pass if not for starting out and finding a team really quick. Massacre Factor, we where what was up. Beating the shit out of the people who tried to treat us like jokes or afterthoughts. It got us...well, into the dog house a lot, and by the time we got the belts it was the result of a weird, way over thought thing in an apartment building. Couldn't even sell tickets. But we destroyed what we had to when the time came. Cause I knew he would have my back. Like how Youth will.”
Johnny: “I see a lot of youth in this match. There wasn't a capital letter there, I mean in the other teams. And that's no flaw, but youth tends to bread...impetuousness. Can the other teams really work as cohesive units? My guess is no. Trixie needs the spotlight more than I do, and O'Donnell got a temper on him. Think that won't get in the way? God I would love to watch that play out. Might try to make it happen. If there's time. Taking a series of running pot shots at you while you aren't looking will be priority one. A boy has got to win, you know.”
A playful smile and quick wink.
Johnny: “I'm sure I'll take my lumps from the two of you being all pissed-off-monkey like agile, but I bet I need to connect with less kicks.”
Johnny throws his knee forward from the stool, nailing an imaginary opponent.
Johnny Raike: “Harris and Keenan, running on all cylinders, I bet that would be quite a challenge. Add in the chaotic nature of a tornado match, and I think the two with the glint of malevolence in the eyes could very well thrive. But, again, don't know that they can keep that going the entire time. Sooner or later one of you is going to issue a command. And no matter how great of an idea if might actually be, the other will get all worked up at being ordered around by a guy who's not himself... I've seen this happen what feels like a thousand times. And it doesn't sink you in this match. But it does give me more moments of opportunity. You aren't looking, I'm figuring out how to make you pay for that. Not gonna be surprised if you two have that certain spark. But it's more exhausting keeping the spark going than you might believe.”
Johnny: “I need this win. After certain...events. I need to show that what happened there is not who I am. I am not a fucking victim! I have been working like hell, working through the shit in my brain, working out until I know I can't throw a more deadly kick, have a more prefect abdomen, work out just what to say about a noose around the neck. There really aren't words. You get why it's a symbol of a hate crime, that is a terribly inhumane way to kill another person. My Bowie, the hate you have to feel at something to want to do that. I've done sick shit, I'm been paid to do immoral stuff, but that was a level of...I don't even know. What do you call it when you don't realize how much you hate everyone in the world who isn't you? Cause...that's what's being dealt with. Have a plan. Have a good one. Not telling you. That would be dumb. But I like it. You will too, if you can spy the threads. Best of luck in that.”
Johnny claps his hands together, shakes out his hair and leaves the unpleasantness behind.
Johnny: “So. Where does that leave us. With me, Johnny Raike, once again in the Pure Amusement main event. Ready to team with a man of no small talent, who I think is one hell of a wrestler, not a bad dude in a lot of ways, and I trust him until the bell rings on our victory. You'll understand if I don't ask you out for a post match steak and a blow job, honey.”
Johnny shoots a thumbs up to the camera.
Johnny: “No, the BJ would not have been from me. I doubt Youth would fork over that kind of cash, anyway. Seems on the frugal side. At a guess. This is my chance to climb back into the stary scene of the best of the best. A position that I really, really like having. Maybe I'll be off my game this week, but off my game is still Mercury damned dangerous. And this tornado tag match will be just the way to show it.”
Johnny takes a rip of the bong, blowing the smoke directly at the camera.
Johnny: “Last two weeks, I've had to confront a piece of my own mortality. No matter how much I may age like one, I am not a sidhe. I am in fact vulnerable to more than the touch of iron. It hurt. It made me feel like maybe I had lied to the world. Like maybe all that I had ever said I stood for was naught but smoke and mirrors. But the beautiful thing about it is, if you work at it long enough, smoke and mirrors becomes the truth. If you build it, they will come, to get all Iowa on ya. I'll still stand and stand proud. All I can do is go forward. I'll still be a beacon of fab, a lighthouse of style and substance to guide you all to a happier life. Peace out, faeries!”
Johnny does his finger wave and starts reloading the bong as the screen fades back to chocolate and the Raike in the Cash logo.
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