Walking with a limp, feeling the effects of his Opening bout with Bryan Laughlin is Jason Cashe. Along the hallways he almost seems to be carrying him, ignoring any aches he might have. In his hand is a Baseball. Tossing it up, he catches as he comes to a locker room door. Looking around he pushes down on the door handle and peeks inside. Empty.
CASHE: ”Boy Wonder graduates to Nightwing and he’s still playing Hide & Seek...Silly boy...I will find you Jace..”
Tightly gripped in his left hand, the baseball is held. Jason wasn’t a fan of Baseball but he knew that Jace would run from him on sight. Spending a few hours pitching, he felt he had a decent Fastball and was going to use it tonight. Moving down the hallway, Cashe begins to whistle and between whistling a tune, he calls out for Jace.
CASHE: ”Ready or Not, here I come. Fe Fi Foe and all that good shit, where are you at Jace!? Come out, come out wherever you are!”
Coming to yet another one of the many locker rooms backstage, he wasn’t sure who’s was who’s. There were no tags on the doors this show, just numbers. Looking up at the digits on the door, it read: “69” and he laughed as he turns the knob and peeks inside.
CASHE: ”Ohh shit! My eyes!!!”
Falling back into the door, Cashe covers his eyes with his arm as Rorie Steele is seen inside calmly putting on her bra. The baseball falls from his grip and it rolls into the room where Rorie was. She doesn’t show any reason to rush covering up as Cashe acts as though he went blind from seeing her breasts.
STEELE: ”Oh grow up! They’re just tits..”
CASHE: ”I can’t see! I’m BLIND!!”
Selling the lost vision, he feels for the wall inside the locker room. Pulling himself through the doorway to fully enter, he keeps an arm covering his face as he stumbles and almost falls.
STEELE: ”You’re such a fucking idiot! You should learn to knock if you don’t want to see what happens behind closed doors.”
CASHE: ”I’m gonna throw up..Chicken grease and corn oil…”
The face Rorie makes in response of his words, you might think she wanted to suddenly throw up. Grabbing her shirt, she lets it slide down over her curved body.
STEELE: ”Don’t kick my shit, I will murder you!”
Doing it anyway, the “blinded” Cashe kicks the purse sitting next to a chair. Rorie lets out a “ugh” as she approaches in a hurry and punches Cashe’s upper arm. He falls to the side, exaggerating her strength. Catching himself on a pile of clothes, he looks down and picks up a pair of lacy panties. He gags tossing them aside and hurries to get off the clothes.
CASHE: ”You don’t even have a match RORIE and you have this place trashed like you live here!”
STEELE: ”Die!”
Kicking him in the leg as he stands up, his “blindness” seems to have disappeared as he looks at her with disgust.
CASHE: ”I better not get Pinkeye being in here!”
Across his face he finds an open palm slap. Out of nowhere and his eyes go wide, insulted and offended, he quickly jumps into insulting her.
CASHE: ”Did you just take a shower? I think you missed a spot that needs scrubbing..”
Letting his eyes stroll down her body and settle on her “Lady Parts” which cut him off in reaction time as Rorie hooks out wide and catches him again in the arm with a punch. As he goes to grab his arm, she pops him with a right handed slap. Frustrated by the assault, Cashe stomps a foot down and growls.
CASHE: ”STOP! You have Man Hands and those slaps HURT damnit!”
STEELE: ”Man Han--”
Interrupting herself, she snaps a forward kick right to his groin and as he lifts up onto his toes, his eyes go cross eyed. Holding a hand up for her to stop, he moans and groans as he drops to a knee.
STEELE: ”That’s what you get, you fucking cunt! Why are you even in here?”
CASHE: ”Ahhhh my bawls! You fucking tramp!”
STEELE: ”Excuse me?”
Jumping at him, Cashe falls back onto his back and holds up both hands as if to beg her to stop. He wasn’t going to defend himself by attacking some broad no matter how much she deserved it. Not outside of a match anyway and this wasn’t a backstage brawl. Hurrying to answer her question, hoping she would calm down with the attacks.
CASHE: ”Fuuck I’m just trying to find Jace Savage! Ha..Have you seen him?”
STEELE: ”Who?”
CASHE: ”Ha! You know..Brian Hollywood’s sidekick?”
Pushing up, Rorie extends a hand for assistance but Cashe would rather jerk off another dude then touch Rorie. He was pretty sure she knew that so the assist was probably a trap. Taking a moment, Rorie tried to think who he could be talking about.
STEELE: ”Again… who? I haven’t seen anyone anyways. You can leave now..”
CASHE: ”Good..”
STEELE: ”GOOD!”
Scoffing, Cashe looks at the ground, finds his Baseball and plucks it off the floor.
CASHE: ”Great…”
STEELE: ”Awesome!”
CASHE: ”SUPER DUPER!!”
STEELE: ”Kaaybye!”
Exiting the open door of the locker room, Cashe pulls it shut, getting one last thing in before it closes. It was a small victory to get the last word in with Rorie and he was taking it.
CASHE: ”Whore..”
Back in the hallway, he had a cock walk after gaining the last word. Walking down some he felt a new confidence about himself. Then from behind he heard her voice and came to realize he hadn’t won anything.
STEELE: ”Inbred Hillbilly!”
She shuts her door quickly and he was already down some. No sense turning back just to argue with her when he was in search for some Trouble. Taking the loss in name calling, his head hung low as he walked around a corner.
LATER
After the Hollywood and Stevenson match, Contemptress by Motionless in White begins to play. The crowd looks to the entrance, trying to figure out who is on their way out to the ring. After a few seconds, Cyrus Riddle and Rorie Steele make their way from behind the curtain, arrogant smirks affixed to their faces as they stare around the arena while holding their titles in the air with superiority. They move forward in unison, taunting the fans near the guardrail who are trying to touch them.
With Cyrus in his suit and Rorie in a tight fitting dress, he lets her lead the way up the ring steps as he follows behind, standing on the apron and holding the ring ropes open for her to enter. Upon entering the ring, Rorie motions for a microphone from the ring announcer, who hands her two, one of which being for Cyrus as he holds his two finger salute up to the crowd at each of the four corners. Once he gets down, the new 4CW Tag Team Champions stand side by side in the middle of the ring, Riddle giving Rorie the stage to speak first. Rorie holds the microphone in her hand, smirking at the crowd. She adjusts the title on her shoulder.
STEELE: “Ladies and gentlemen… Adrenaline has just gotten that much better. I know… you have all been subjected to the worst matches in the history of wrestling so far tonight… but Cyrus and I are here to relieve your eyes from the terrible things you’ve seen so far. I can’t blame you all. I’d have killed myself by now if I was actually watching the show. But I’m not. Cyrus and I are here for a reason. If it was my choice, I wouldn’t have even showed up tonight. But as it is, we’re the Tag Team Champions. Which means that we are required to grace you with our amazing presence. You’re fucking welcome.”
The crowd boos at Rorie, who gives them a little bow with a look of superiority.
STEELE: “I’ll bet you’re all quivering in anticipation to know what we have to say. It’s simple, really. We’re here to tell you that there’s… nothing that anyone here can do to take these titles we’ve got. I mean… we’ve heard there’s going to be some competition coming to 4CW in the form of tag teams. But honestly… it’s going to be extremely difficult for anyone to take these titles from us. The way I see it… The old, shitty champions that left their stink on our gold were supposed to be the best. One of them walked out and the other failed miserably at retaining the title. If that doesn’t show you we deserve these titles, I don’t know what does. So what makes anyone else think they can come and take them? We’d LOVE to see you try.”
Rorie lowers her mic as Cyrus raises his up to his lips, his tag team championship draped over the shoulder of his jacket. He surveys the crowd for a moment, nodding his head before speaking.
RIDDLE: “Thirty… that’s the number I advise all of you to remember. At last Adrenaline, Rorie and I walked in challengers, and walked out champions. This tag team championship is my thirtieth title, thus fulfilling a goal that I had wanted to accomplish. Rorie… not CJ O’Donnell, got me to the thirtieth championship. Now that we have done what we had set out to do, our mission now is simple. We show up, we defend, and we prove that we are the greatest tag team in 4CW history. I know better than anyone how getting to the top and staying at the top are different, but I have never had an issue with either one. We set the standard, we dictate the future of the championships, and we now have our sights set on becoming the longest reigning champions.”
Rorie nods along absently with the things Cyrus says. She looks bored in a sense, but interested enough to still be there.
RIDDLE: “I don’t care where Wallace wants to retrieve talent from, because all will fall. These titles are always an open challenge, and I hope whomever decides to take that gigantic step is aware of what they are getting themselves into, because you are looking at two of the most vicious and vilified mother fuckers in existence. This ring… ours… these titles… never leaving. Bodies will be strewn, legacies will crumble, and all challenges will be met with destructive resistance as we reign like a true team should. If you thought my pinfall over the perceived untouchable Aidan Carlisle was a shock, just wait until you see what’s in store next.”
Rorie smirked over at Cyrus, placing a hand on his shoulder.
STEELE: “My partner is right… The things you’ve seen so far are NOTHING in comparison to what we have planned. You thought that little move we came out with to put Aidan down was “cool”? You guys are in for some real treats. Just the beginning, ladies and gents… just the fucking beginning. But challengers… show yourselves. We’re not scared. We fucking DARE you…”
Rorie and Cyrus stand in the ring, waiting for anyone to show up, but as they both had guessed, nobody showed up. Rorie shrugged and Cyrus shook his head, a small laugh coming from him. The crowd boos in disappointment. ’Contemptress’ hits once again as the two drop their mics in the ring. Cyrus walks over to the ropes, holding them open for Rorie to get out. She takes her time to get out, teasing the crowd, as she hadn’t had a chance earlier. Cyrus jumped off the apron after she was through and helped her down the steps. The two walked back towards the entrance. |
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