Post by cooltubesource on Jul 27, 2019 18:27:52 GMT -5
HIIIIII-iiiiiiiii!
This is your reason for being, the-
HONK! HONK! HONK HONK HONK!
Don’t let her tell you what to do, bb.
As you can tell from the sexy-as-flame voice next me...and Roxy...I’ve got some guests with me today!
((The camera moves away from Sarah and takes in Kenzi, sitting in the passenger seat, as well as Roxy in the back. The camera lurches sharply left and right several times before settling as Sarah brings the camera back to her own face. Many MANY honks and screeches of tires can be heard outside the car))
We’re on our way to our next KILLER workout and I just HAD to share some of my thoughts with all of you Fang Gangers out there. I’m currently driving three quarters of the #CoolKids in my CRAXBALLS car-
...technically my car...
-a replica of that coolio talking car from that old show, and wooooooo BOY can it go fast! Here, watch this…
NO
MOMMY
((Sarah jams a stiletto heel down onto the gas pedal and the engine roars to life. At her side and behind her, Kenzi and Roxy brace for the sweet embrace of death as the car pushes past 80 and heads towards 100. Sarah turns the wheel of the car in jerking motions, narrowly avoided the poor innocents sharing the road with her today, and leaving a chorus of honks, squeals, curse words, vows of murder, and more behind her in her wake before she slows down))
Baby Birds, I am SUCH a great driver-
((Kenzi and Roxy share a knowing, and petrified, look between them))
-but that is NOT what I wanted to share with you today! Even though I AM always in search of one hundred miles an hour in this SWEET Grey-Lacklanmobile of Awesome, a FAR more important search for one hundred is on my mind. As you all know, I am striving, fighting, CLAWING my way towards the milestone of one hundred wins, something which the VAST majority of the Coalition has ZERO idea on even how to CONTEMPLATE, and I got one inch closer last week. Because #TeamKickass, the 5’2” Mafia, once AGAIN chalked up a checkmark in the win column, baby! Though, there WAS a SMALL price to pay…
((The camera moves away from Sarah’s face and over to Kenzi. The caramel starlet gives Sarah’s fan club/legion of minions/obsessed pre-teen fans a full-lipped sad face as she points downward to her leg. The camera follows her finger...and lingers a LONG time on her chest...before finally going down to her legs. One of Kenzi’s legs was wrapped in a hard splint))
So, while Rox will be filming my workout for her channel...more on that later...Kenzi will be working with some rehab specialists.
((The camera climbs back up Kenzi’s body...again taking a LOOOOOOONG time to move past her chest...and finally swiveling back to Sarah’s face. A face which was missing the majority of her customary reds and blacks of her war paint in consideration for the upcoming workout, but still had on what seemed to be an entire week’s worth of foundation))
This week, yours truly is once again gracing the halls of Synergy in a Cooperative match...and in the main event, because obvs...and will be the guiding light, the example textbook writers include to teach students, the PINNACLE of excellent awesome...even IF I have a somewhat unsavory partner! Due to the fates...or perhaps just some POTENTIALLY high members of the Coalition...I have been given the task of carrying yet ANOTHER deadweight “legend” into the modern age through my badassary. The dude that I pinned last week, who literally has records for BOTH ends of the wrestling longevity spectrum in world title reigns and Melee performances, TRoberts himself is to be the dude resting out on the apron while I get all the work done. Now, I COULD go on and on about how I am an AMAZING tag team wrestler, but you all know how much I LOATHE when people drone on about their accomplishments-
((Behind her and outside of her line of sight, Kenzi and Roxy share a flat and knowing look))
-so I will instead simply REMIND everyone of that fact. I am nearly unTOUCHable in tag team wrestling! And I’m sure people will be all “BUT SARAH TAGGING WITH YOUR STABLEMATES DOESN’T COUNT” and, as per usual, those people would be morons. Because, yes, while I DO have some killer tag experiences with the rest of the #CoolKids, I ALSO have some killer tag experience with FRIENDS of the #CoolKids, and I ALSO have some killer tag experience with random people! Sers legit, every promoter on the PLANET fully gets that, if you want some badassary in your tag division, you plug ME in there! And the Coalition is no different. In fact…
DID YOU KNOW?!
((She scrunches her face for a moment in thought, that cute as all hell dimple coming to her cheek which makes Kenzi drool for a moment))
Welp, you COULD say SEVEN different partners, if we count the #CoolKids as individuals. Hey Rox, remember when the #CoolKids fought Zane that one time and you and I spiked him on his smelly head with our double brainbuster before we both pinned him clean in the middle?
It was awesome, bb.
Yeah, it was! N-E-Ways, if I DON’T count the #CoolKids as separate people, that is still FIVE different partners in those NINE matches. And you know how many of those nine matches got the ever-sought-after W? EIGHT of them! The eternal shame of letting down my Beloved-
...stop it…
-is STILL my only Cooperative loss in the Coalition! Because I GET tag matches, ya know? I GET the timing. I GET having to be there for one another, even when you LOATHE the person you are working with! I GET when there are times where you lead...like when I had to DRAG losers like Killian King and Jessica Mathis to victories...and when I myself need to take a backseat, like when my Beloved gets all Rule 63 Thanos on some bitches. This AMAZING and TRULY INSPIRING understanding of tag team structure makes me, like, the BEST partner to have! Which...unfortunately for the Sky Queen-
“...the cutie…”
((Sar does an AMAZING job of ignoring the dangerous tone in Kenzi’s voice over the terminology Sar recently used for Sloane))
-that is the exact OPPOSITE of her partner this week! I know, I know. Zane is “ERMAHGERD TRIPLE TRAMP.” Wait...wait...I can do that better…
((She clears her throat, smooths out her face to the point of being wholly slack, and drops her jaw to speak with a low monotone))
“Who needs excitement when I can be the triple champion who loses all the time?”
How DOES she do that, Kenzi?
She’s a witch.
((Sarah’s face scrunches into one of disgust and she sticks out her tongue, as if trying to wipe away a foul flavor))
Ugh. Gross. Even THAT just feels wrong. N-E-Ways, whereas I am that KILLER tag wrestler, Zany-poo is legit the complete opposite. Because-
DID YOU KNOW?!
………………………….
………………………….
Twelve of them.
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…………………………
I want you all to think about that for a moment. Yes! Zane is a decorated champion. Yes! He’s had titles galore and accolades and even won the Global Challenge.
Like me, bb.
...thanks for the remin-
Remember when I beat you for it?
……...yes…..N-E-Ways! ALL of those accolades...and nearly ALL of them done on his own. Hell, even when Pain and Paradox were the Cooperative Champions, he won most of THOSE matches while working with a cardboard cutout! He literally did all of that on his own. And you know why? Know why he has all those titles but such a lousy-as-flame career as a tag champion? Because “Mr. Professional” is a SHITTY team player. Sers legit, only NINE of his SIXTEEN various cooperative partners have been able to count on him to help them win! Meanwhile, by comparison, EVERY partner I have had has been able to get that oh-so-important rush of victory with me. And THAT tells me that, no matter how many times Zane decides to change his look, his nickname, his disposition, his outlook on life, his training schedule, hell even his underwear, he won’t be able to change the fact that he is a SHITTY partner. And that means that, once again, he’s going to find himself with his shoulders flat on the mat, his eyes staring up into the rafters, and me getting a pinfall over him.
I almost feel sorry for Sloane. But then again, she IS the treasurer of the Fang Gang, so at least she gets to hang in the ring with me for a bit.
...wut?
Oh, you didn’t know? She totes is! At least, I’m pretty sure she is. Like, there’s this chick in the club chat, right? And her @ is literally “NotSloane” so I’m PRETTY sure its her. Which means she worships the ground I glide upon, obvs. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m the REAL reason she got into wrestling! Sure, the story of dad and bro and all that is coolio, but its FAR more likely that she saw some of my valet work in Texas a few years ago and said, “Dude! I SO want to be like her!” and THEEEEN saw me kick major ass when I debuted as a pro! Probs got her all UP in her fangirl feels. I mean, its not like I mention it often or anything, but speaking as a WrestleStock Cup winner-
((The flat look between Kenzi and Roxy gives truth to the lie. Yes, Sarah, you HAVE mentioned it before. Once or twice))
-I think that she’s doing a GREAT job of following in the footsteps of woman wrestler pioneers like myself! And you too, of course, Beloved. THAT is why she joined the Open and THAT is why she is cashing in her match to face YOU for the Cooperative titles! I used mine to go after Lucy, because she had a TON of stuff that I wanted an admired...though certainly not the future “coke whore in the alley” asthetic she would adopt...and YOU went after the Court with ME because that was the BEST thing. Her looking at us...especially me...and seeing the awesomesauce we are makes all the sense in the world! Unfortunately for her, she’s stuck with a sack of quick oats for a partner instead of, like, whole grain with extra wheat germ flavor.
((Both Kenzi and Roxy turn green at the thought of organic oatmeal flavored with extra oats. Sar’s “Oatie Oats!” bars were somewhat less than edible…))
See, she has done some AWESOME things thus far! Sure, she needed a LITTLE help to get through the first couple of rounds of the Cup, but that’s no bigs. A large part of what we do is capitalizing on opportunities, ya know? And she beat Robster clean as a boiled whistle. And she was able to get past Bobbi, who literally holds two different championships right now, without any prep, and so that shows a TON of ability to think on her feet. Great stuff! But now we’re talking about tag matches, a situation she has only seen on television, and against the BEST tag wrestler in this business!
((The car lurches to the side suddenly as she strokes her chin in thought again.))
Ya know, she’s probs gonna ask ME to be her tag partner. And that is a BIG no-no. I mean, sure, I would LOVE if Donovan accidentally fell off a cliff while I was behind him and all, but there’s no way I’m going to fight you for your titles. I better send her a kindly-worded “Thanks but no thanks” letter before she musters up the courage to ask me. I’ll send the letter with Josephine; she’s the kindest of the flock, ya know. Oh hey! We’re here!
BRACE FOR IMPACT!
Welp, that’s it for me, Baby Birds! The girls and I are going to meet up with my partner...ugh...TRoberts...right now so that I can show him how a modern wrestler works out. Just like I showed him how one wins last week! I’ll talk to you all later! And remember: Keep the nipples free!
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Travis: You’ve come up with some off the wall ideas before, I’ll grant you that, but this...this...is a whole new level of whatthefuckcouldyoupossiblybethinking-expialidotiousness!
Molly: Look, Travis, it’s quite simple really…
Travis: Simple? There is no good reason for me to spend any more time with the Pigmentless Pixie than absolutely necessary. If you hadn’t noticed I’m not Donovan, I don’t have crotch goblins, and therefore have no use for her services outside of the ring.
Molly sighs and rolls her eyes.
Molly: For the last time, she is not a babysitter.
Travis: Then who on earth is looking after the twins when Donovan is defending the Cooperative Titles with his nanny? Huh? Huh? Answer me that!
Molly: Kenzi is not his nanny, she is a successful competitor in her own right, and also a well regarded actress.
Travis cocks his head and raises his eyebrows.
Travis: A successful competitor in her own right? Two Cooperative Championship reigns hardly a trailblazer makes. Govinda! Are we considering Dave Rydell a legend in that case?
Molly: She managed to kick your ass last week.
Travis: Hey now! That was Queen Miss Sexy Thong or whatever she calls herself. I did not get my ass handed to me by a member of Donovan’s help, he’d never let me live that down.
Molly: But you’re perfectly happy for an anemic slip of a girl like Sarah Lacklan to have beaten you?
Travis: Pfft, size isn’t everything, I’m a gangly bastard but tend to do ok. Besides, she hit me in my weak spot last week. It was a powerful shot, no doubt, but she was also lucky, next time we meet I won’t have undergone eight hours of reconstructive surgery just days beforehand.
Molly: Well next time you meet hopefully you won’t to blows at all or else we will have wasted the opportunity.
Travis throws his hands up melodramatically.
Travis: Are you still going on about that? Why are you so eager for this to happen?
Molly: Because you keep fucking up, Travis! It’s like every time you step into the ring you go out of your way to set back any progress we have made.
You’ve appeared three times on Synergy since you returned, each time you have been in Cooperative action, and each time you have taken the fall.
Losing isn’t even the issue, although it’s not exactly ideal, it’s the manner of the defeats. It’s starting to look like you don’t play well with others, and don’t even try to work with your partners whether friendly or not. Given what we are trying to achieve here that's pretty much the polar opposite of the perception we want.
This is the perfect opportunity to change that perception. It can’t have escaped your notice that Sarah is somewhat of a cooperative specialist, if we can stop you from your natural inclination to sabotage any cooperative team you find yourself in, her experience of working with almost anyone could well carry us past this image problem you have created.
If spending some time together causes the two of you to at least get on the same book, let alone page, we might just might stand a chance of turning this around before it becomes considered a permanent character trait!
So that is why I am so eager for this to happen, and THAT is why it will happen!
Travis goes to say something but after looking at Molly and seeing her jaw is set firm he simply sighs and walks away.
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There were many gyms throughout Los Angeles, and they have all had their fair share of sports, Hollywood, and bodybuilding icons frequenting their buildings, but none of them were prepared for THIS sight:
Roxy: C’mon! DIG DEEP!
Holding a video camera before her, Roxy Cotton records Sarah doing lunges down a walkway of the gym. But not just ANY lunges. With her leg pushed out to the side by way of the splint, Kenzi clung to Sarah’s back like a Hexx Backpack, her arms wrapped around Sarah’s neck and her uninjured leg wrapped around her waist. Her pale face lathered in sweat...yet still holding strong to its complexion due to the mountain of foundation applied at the Hollywood Hills house known as Lacklanland West...Sarah grunted with every stride. Her legs shook as she lowered herself from standing to lunging, her body threatening to give way at seeming every step. Kenzi seemed unconcerned, though, as her face was buried in a book of scripts held in her hand, resting atop Sarah’s head.
Travis: ’The Blessed One’ has seen a Penguin ride a Polish DJ/Bodybuilder, he has witnessed Donovan Hastings attempt to become fluent in Japanese during the course of a flight, and has the misfortune of being in the arena that time Jet Somers decided to cross dress. With the exception of that last one, this is the most ridiculous thing Travis Roberts has laid his eyes on.
Roxy: Lots of people pay to watch these workouts, bb.
Roxy lets out a large bubble of from her pink gum as she shifts her eyes to the Blessed One.
Roxy: Trust me.
Travis leans over Roxy’s shoulder, the gangly man’s near foot tall height difference allowing him to see the screen of the Cross Semicircle Champion’s camera easily. The camera’s focus is solely on Sarah’s rear, catching every movement and curve of the obscenity and embarrassingly thin workout attire being worn by the girl.
Travis: ’The Blessed One’ observes a distinct lack of focus on technique and overall body posture, would it not be more beneficial to show more of all the body’s form, rather than focusing so tightly on just one area?
Roxy blows out another bubble and winks at Travis.
Roxy: Sar thinks people pay to listen to her babble about form and nutrition or whatever. She gets to feel like she’s important, which she’s not, and I rake in the dough. Win-Win.
Travis: ’The Headliner’ doesn’t see the appeal, to be honest with you, Rox.
Roxy pops another bubble.
Roxy: bb...most of her fans are kids...but there are a LOT of them. She tweets and they follow.
Travis looks down at the screen.
Travis: Travis Roberts’ is pretty sure it’s not just kids following her. Pretty good bet that the Beta Travis is a fully paid up subscriber. But when you say a LOT, what kind of numbers are we talking about?
Roxy pops another bubble.
Roxy: Between Twitter, Instagram, Spotify, and her vlog? She’s chasing after Kardashian numbers.
Travis strokes his chin in thoughtful consideration over that.
AND LO! THE TEAM FOREVER KNOWN AS THE BLESSED PIGEONS/THE BLOODLINERS/TWiSTeD TyPoS/THE MOST INFLUENTIAL GENIUSES OF MEDIA THIS FLEETING MOMENT IN TIME CAME TOGETHER THROUGH A SERIES OF EXERCISES TO INCREASE THEIR TEAMWORK
~~Training montage set to Tenacious D’s “To Be the Best” much to many MANY mutters from Kenzi about “white people shit”~~
GO!
Sarah and Travis are side by side running on treadmills, Sarah’s eyes are looking directly ahead to protect them from the sight of The Headliner’s chosen workout attire.
Sarah: The headband on it’s own would be cringey, but I could have lived with it, but the shorts! They’re, like, an inch off of being speedo’s. There should be a law against old dudes wearing obscene clothing like that!
From off camera Roxy calls out.
Roxy: bb, don’t be so judgmental, there’s quite a market for this kind of thing.
Travis ignores Roxy and his head has swiveled round and his mouth is agape at Sarah.
Travis: OLD!?!? I’m only 42!
Sarah visibly shudders while she’s running.
Sarah: Sweet BABY Jesus don’t ever let me get that way. Are you even allowed to run? Aren’t your bones gonna break, or something?
Travis chuckles.
Travis: You’ve been spending too much time around the likes of Donny, Wallace and Scott. ‘The Blessed One’ is not like them, he doesn't spend his entire life getting worn down week after week, year after year. Travis Roberts is the Prince of The Hiatus-
Sarah’s eyes begin to glaze over.
Travis: - the Baron of the Break, the God of Going AWOL, and due to this my body is truly a temple, I’m as supple as a guy in his late twenties.
Sarah snaps away as she starts to stumble, catching herself and getting back into the pace of the run.
Sarah: So, speaking of old dudes...how many times have you fought Zane? You guys know each other well? We’ve literally only been in the ring together, like, twice. And I dropped him on his head the first time...and MAY have smashed a cinder block into that head the second time.
Travis: It’s interesting you should say that, it’s an obvious assumption to make. However we have never, until recently had any significant issues with one another. I returned from one of my absences back in-
The camera fades out and then back in and clearly, from the sweat levels a fair amount of time has passed.
Travis: -and we all know what happened at WrestleStock and who the real winner was.
So in summary-
WHAM! Travis gets interrupted by Sarah falling asleep during his explanation, her face slamming into the front of her treadmill and her body falling downward. He watches as Sar’s slumbering body is rolled off the treadmill to the floor and smirks.
Travis: Now she’ll never know why Zane Scott will always be little more than a footnote in Travis Roberts’ career due to-
Suddenly the view drops violently to the floor as the cameraman submits to the same overwhelming urge that caused Sar’s fall. Before the scene shifts we hear Travis’ voice from off camera.
Travis: I knew we should have used my guys! Did anyone listen?
~~*****~~
The next scene we see Sarah is back on her feet and she and Travis are both sparring with their own heavy bags. Sar concentrating on knee strikes and kicks, Travis focusing solely on his fists.
Travis: So, you feeling threatened by this Sloane girl? WrestleStock Cup winner in her first year in the industry, easy on the eye and already gaining quite the social media following. How does it feel to have someone snapping at your heels for a change?
Sarah rolls her eyes so hard that her contacts nearly burst out from the pressure.
Sarah: Oh, please. I won the WrestleStock Cup in my first year, too! Not my first match or anything, but still. And listen: I’ve had puppies nipping at my skirts my entire life. Usually in the form of wannabe suitors after my money or something, but still, I’m used to it. And I’ll deal with her the same way I deal with just about everyone.
Sarah sets her feet and pushes up, launching into the air with a snapping punch that pushes back the bag. She smiles as she lands and inspects the fist-sized dent.
Sarah: Whole buncha kicks and then the SICKEST right hook in the HISTORY of, like, everything. Did you know I knocked a cop out once? Twice, axly. It was AWESOME! Was all “Pow! Right in the kisser!” Mind you, that meant going to jail...twice...but it turned out okay. Especially once Kenzi and I figured out how to turn that into some killer prison sex roleplay!
Travis: I once had lobsters attached to my nipples, got thrown into a pool of stinging leaves and bees, then a small man farted in my face. All because, as it transpires, Donovan couldn’t learn Japanese in a plane flight.
She turns to Travis, her odd red eyes wide open.
Sarah: I...um…
Travis:Oh? I thought we were sharing stories that would haunt the others dreams, no?
She holds up a finger and shakes her head while letting out a massive sigh.
Sarah: The POINT is that this chick has a LOT of upside. EsPECIally when she drops the whole “OMG I am TOTES NOT a member of your Fang Gang!” act she has going on. We’re going to stand in the middle of the ring and she’s going to get all wide-eyed and “OMG YOU’RE MY HERO” and I’m gonna be all, “OMG I KNOW” and then she’s going to stare at me too long and then BLAMO! Cop Killa. Nothing to worry about!
Travis: Don’t be too hard on her, she doesn’t seem to be able to afford jeans without holes in them.
Sarah: A fashion critique, from you? REALLY?
Travis: Well, I don’t have a lot else to say. She’s won a tournament that if I’m ever interested in the result of you have my permission to pull the plug on me immediately....
Sarah throws up her hands and crosses her eyes.
Sarah: OH LOOK AT ME! I'M A 'LEGEND' TALKING SMACK ON SOMETHING I'VE NEVER DONE!
She scowls at him.
Sarah: Lots of people in this company have said as much, and the LAST two winners of that tournament have beat nearly every person put in front of them, including those "legends." You sleep on her and you'll get beat for a FOURTH time in a row. I'm flattered that she's such a big fan of mine, even if she's doing her best Covert Jay impression about it, but I'm taking her sers legit.
Travis raises his hands defensively, and then has to quickly dodge as his bag swings back at him.
Travis: Woah, there! ‘The Blessed One’ will withdraw his comments if they offend you so. Clearly you hold the WrestleStock Cup dear to your heart, I can relate to that, Travis Roberts holds the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship in similar esteem. One day a WrestleStock Cup winner may be able to share that pride with me, but as of this moment none of them have managed to achieve the big one, have they? But maybe you’re right, I shouldn’t sleep on Sloane, she might succeed where her predecessors failed.
Travis turns back to the bag and lets out a flurry of left’s and right’s sending it swinging madly.
Sarah: You’re right! And if she put on a mask she’d be the next Mil Vidas!
This time Travis does not manage to miss the rebounding bag and it slams into him at speed sending him flying back onto his own ass.
~~*****~~
Now both of them are in a boxing ring, wearing head protectors, gumshields and boxing gloves. Cross SemiCircle Champion Roxy Cotton has squeezed herself into a tight fitting referee’s shirt and she signals to both to begin the round.
Sarah: You old-timers are SO dismissive of new talent like Sloane, and how’s that worked out for you all so far?
She slams a fist into Travis’ ribs.
Travis: And you adolescents think you know everything already, and that experience counts for nothing!
He throws a right hook but Sar bats it away with her own glove.
Sarah: Experience? All I see is complacency.
Sarah makes her point with a left hook to the side of Travis’ skull.
Travis: Complacency? You can’t be looking very hard, Zane Scott of all people is trying to be a good guy! Donovan is getting his ass rubbed in men's asses and investigating beanbag assassins! And Phrixus Deimos is…well…
Much like his point all the power is taken off of the next punch he throws as it glances off an attempted block by Sarah and softly taps her on the cheek.
Sarah: And where’s all that ‘innovation’ got them? Donovan is doing a fantastic impression of being the Rydell to Kenzi’s Angie, but beyond that it’s failure as far as the eye can see!
This time Travis blocks the punch.
Travis: Well you would recognize failure wouldn’t you? From what i hear you spend enough time running from it when it does happen!
Sarah blocks Travis’ attempt and throws his hand aside grunting.
Sarah: That’s fucking rich coming from you!
She dummies and hits Travis in the ribs once more.
Travis: I took a break after a record breaking World Heavyweight Championship run! Come back to me when you’ve done more than photoshopped the belt onto one of your thousands of promotional images
This time Travis connects hard with an uppercut and sends the rightful heir to the Lacklan empire staggering backwards.
Sarah: UGH! What is with this obsession with the past! Can’t any of you just move on!
Sarah connects with an uppercut of her own.
Travis: Says the custodian of who beat who in a random cooperative match on a Synergy in April 2018 that no-one remembers! Half of your arguments are rooted in a past you claim to have no respect for!
Travis goes for another uppercut but Sar dodges out of the way.
Sarah: That’s BULLSHIT, and you damn well know it! I don’t live in the past like the rest of you! I study it, I learn from what went before me, I don’t have a choice in that matter, arrogant old men like you made sure of that a long time ago,and that’s why I don’t have a problem beating them now.
She slams another hard fist into his ribs.
Travis: Except Alan Wallace when the World Title was on the line, right?
Sar growls and swings again, Travis steps back out of the way and then connects a swift jab to her jaw using his far superior reach.
Sarah: THIS coming from the guy who took TEN MINUTES to make his way into the Melee and got eliminated in ONE SECOND!
Sarah suddenly rushes forward for a clinch. Roberts seizes up, prepared to defend, but Sarah stops just as quickly and slams her foot down on top of Roberts. His mouth opens wide to scream at the heel suddenly digging into the top of his foot but she is there and looking up at him.
Sarah: People like YOU and ZANE want us to WORSHIP the ground you walk on because you “know” everything. Well, if you want us to “learn” stuff then maybe you should axly try to TEACH us instead of DISMISSING US!
She jabs a glove into his chest as high as she can reach.
Sarah: EVERYONE dismissed me when I arrived. EVERYONE blew off the rookie. And even AFTER I beat the SHIT out of legends and fellow rooks alike, it took AGES to be accepted. Eden didn’t talk to me for MONTHS and it took a whole fucking YEAR for her to show me any goddamned affection!
Roberts is caught off guard by the outburst and his face goes from pained to curious.
Travis: She and I once shot a pilot for an American version of Doctor Who. Never saw the light of day though.
He looks back down at Sarah with a curious look on his face.
Travis: Why was she so important?
Sarah’s face goes from rage to pain for a second but it quickly returns to anger. She steps away from Travis and waves her hands dismissively.
Sarah: It doesn’t matter! Listen, people like Zane are what is WRONG with this company and this business. The dude is convinced that if he just puts on a tie and follows the rules we’ll all forget that he’s also the guy who relished in giving himself shitty nicknames like “Personification of Today’s Buzzword.” And he is going to be CRUSHED under the weight of what he REFUSES to acknowledge: That MY name is what is changing this company.That MY name is what is setting this entire WORLD on fire and bring NEW LIFE into a business in SORE need of it!
She steps back towards Travis.
Sarah: MY name has won two WrestleStock Cups. MY name has won the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. MY name has won the Cooperative Championships three times. MY name has won the Massive Melee. MY name revolutionized the Chaos championship. And as long as people like Zane...AND you...continue to rest upon the laurels of victories when people like Gabby and Rydell were considered elite competition, you will be sitting in the stands and watching World Title matches featuring names like Grey-Lacklan, Vaughn, Taylor, and Everette-Bryce and wondering why no one remembers Tyvola or Ezekial Pax! And ANOTHER thing, I-
Travis: You sure do love the sound of your own voice.
Roxy: You have no idea, bb.
Travis snickers as Sarah glares at the forgotten busty referee before turning her head back up to Travis.
Sarah: You want me to slow down and learn? Then step up and teach.
The two glare at one another, the near foot and a half difference in height seeming nothing. The snap of Roxy’s bubble gum makes them both jump.
Roxy: So, you guys gonna hate fuck, or something? I don’t think Kenzi would li-
Roxy’s eyes go wide and she yelps as she abandons her joke and runs for safety to avoid the two fists heading towards her at the exact same time.
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'The Blessed One' walks through the door to bus beachside residence to find Nick and Molly waiting for him. Before he can even close the door Molly speaks.
Molly: So, how did it go?
Travis smiles, taking them both off guard.
Travis: That was the most fun I have had in years!
His two 'advisers' exchange a dubious look between one another.
Molly: So, you think the two if you can work together?
Travis: Sar' is no slouch, let me tell you. She is laboring under some misconceptions about 'The Headliner' and his motivations, not least the idea that I chose my workout gear for any other purpose than making them uncomfortable. Alas this, like much else I have planned recently, wasn't entirely successful, Roxy remained unperturbed, regardless of the stretches I performed.
It was also clear that no matter what explanation 'The Blessed One' put forth about her perception of him it would have been dismissed out of hand. Despite her own proclivity to ranting and raving, it takes actions, not words, to convince Sarah Lacklan of anything. That's something Travis Roberts can relate to.
A wide grin stretches across Molly's face.
Molly: The meeting was a good idea, then? This bodes well for Synergy.
Travis: This meeting might well be the best thing you have done since I returned. It doesn't just bode well for Monday, this could be huge for all of our plans!
Very briefly the smile in Molly's face flickers a little before she swiftly brings her expression back under control.
Molly: What do you mean?
Travis: I got talking to Roxy, smart kid, and did you have any idea the kind of reach Sarah and her friends have? Between all their multimedia ventures, they have an incredible foothold on a demographic of young and impressionable minds. I had no idea this sort of thing was possible, and those sort of resources and contacts could be invaluable to our efforts.
As 'The Headline' turns and heads towards his living quarters Molly and Huck's eyes widen in alarm. The smaller of the two dashes desperately after him.
Molly: Let's not be too hasty…
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