[Ethan Alexander]

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Warning: The following RolePlay contains some FUCKED UP shit!

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Scene One
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Into the Void 4: Arabian Fights, what a fucking night, right? Damn right. It was fucking happening, it was down to me, Watts, and Steve Ramone, talk about having the odds in our favor. Ramone went for a cheap kick on Watts, Watts grabbed his leg nicely, I watched, waiting as Watts spun Ramone around and I instantly threw a right hook, landing it straight to the face of Ramone who spun back to face Watts. Huge spear by Watts, Ramone may have broke a rib or two, I watched as Ramone laid on the ground, rolling around in pain, I looked up at Watts.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“End it…”

I nodded my head, watching Ramone, waiting, and he began to rise to his feet, in the most perfect position ever. Ramone was on a knee, hunched over, set up perfectly for what I wanted to do to hm. I let my back hit the ropes behind me as I sprung off of them, running towards Ramone and hopping as high into the air as I could. My right foot touched the back of Ramone's head and I pushed down, coming down with all of the force that I could, my foot smashing his face straight into the canvas as I nailed him with the Ultimate Sin! His face bounced off of the canvas and he flopped onto his back, I heard Watts yell something out...

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Yes, we got it, cover him...”

And of course, I did. I could heard the hand hitting the canvas, once, twice, and a third time, then the sound of the bell. Did that really just fucking happen? Did we just really destroy not only the SCW World Tag Team Champions Ramone and Acquin, but also the Rebels on a Rampage? And why did it feel so damn easy? I could hear Justin Decent on the microphone, barely, because the crowd was going wild, but I could hear him, "Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners… and the NEW SCW World Tag Team Champions! Andrew Watts and Ethan Alexander… Danger Zone!" I stood up as Holly Wood handed Watts and I the SCW World Tag Team Championships, I instantly held the Championship high above my head. Go figure, Watts and I have dominated in multiple promotions, for multiple years, but we have never held a Tag Team Championship until now. I look over at Watts, smirking.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“SCW is about to feel the wrath of the Danger Zone era…”

That was the truth too, it was time for us to show everyone just what they were about to deal with, and it all started tonight. Joshua Acquin and Steve Ramone came in with all the confidence in the world.The Rebels on a Rampage came in with all of the confidence in the universe, and what happened? They leave with nothing, broken egos and no SCW Championships, and why? Because Danger Zone took all of that, because you don’t step into the ring with Danger Zone and walk out the same as you did when you first got in, because NOBODY can walk in the Danger Zone, nobody.

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Scene Two
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I wondered what was about to happen, Climax Control 119. No I wasn't wondering what was going to happen during the show, like I care? I am not booked. I was wondering what was about to happen with this cute Lucy chick that I was walking back to my locker room with. I literally just met her, bumped into her, talked for five whole seconds, and then offered her to come back to my locker room with me to watch the show. I didn't know her intentions, I don't know if we are about to watch the show, or what is going to happen, all I know is she is pretty cute in that tight black dress she has on, and the high heels are a turn on as well. I couldn't help but smirk, looking down at my faded blue Express jeans, was I dressed good enough? Jeans, a Danger Zone t-shirt and my hair just in a pony tail? I mean, this one over here was wearing a dress. I continued to think as we reached my locker room door. I pushed it open and signalled for her to walk in first.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Go ahead, ladies first"

She flashed me a cute smile as she walked into the room, I followed her as I pulled the door closed behind me, flicking the light switch on as the room flooded with lights. She walked around a bit, looking around, nothing impressive obviously, just your standard locker room. I took a few steps into the room, my hands as my sides as I looked towards her, she turned around, looking towards me as I nodded my head, still smirking confidently.

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“So if it’s your day off why are you here if I may ask?"

I shrugged a shoulder, aren’t we kind of supposed to be here, even on the nights that we aren’t booked? That’s the first thing that came to mind, but not what came out of my mouth. I took a short breath, and responded.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Eh, I mean, we are touring still. Why go all the way back home when I am going to have to fly back out to a different country again for the next show anyways? Plus, just because I don’t have a match tonight, doesn’t mean I might not make an impact somehow. What about you, week off, why are you here?"

I smirked as I asked her the same question that she asked me, always a good way to respond to someone. I continued to look towards her as she shrugged a shoulder, a half smile on her face as she responded to my question

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“Melanie’s in a match. I gotta support my sister after all. I mean her husband slash our manager is here with us too."

I raised an eyebrow, was she talking backwards now?

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“True, but uh, you’re talking like her match is future tense. She already made Twisted Sister tap out, I was watching it earlier, you did see your sister’s match right? It wouldn’t be that good if you kind of, you know, missed it."

I let out a light chuckle as I joke with her, well at least I hope I was joking. I really hope she didn’t miss the one match that she came here to see. I place my hands on my hips, staring forward towards her as I await a response, hopefully she has a sense of humor.

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“I did, sorry about that."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Well, that’s always good. Congrats then, she looked pretty good out there. By the way, I was being completely sarcastic earlier. I know exactly who you are, being oblivious to this business is just a little act. It can make certain people think you really don’t know them or anything about them, it’s a pretty good strategy to surprise opponents with honestly. I’ve seen you, all of your matches, I knew and know exactly who you are, and I must say, you’re impressive so far."

I let out a smirk, my hands on my hips as I stare forward. She nods her head, her look kind of has a look of surprise mixed with impress in it a bit. I continue to stare towards her as she replies to me.

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“Thank you that does mean a lot. It’s been nearly four years since we all started this crazy ordeal. It’s been interesting for sure. I’ve learned a lot and I’ve changed. You know you look at me now and you look at me back then you’d be surprised. I never really opened to people before this."

I nod my head, I still don’t open up to people.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Careful who you open to, there aren’t exactly that many people you can trust especially in our business. Shit, your best friend can stab you in the back, just ask Andrew Watts, I’ve done it to him before. But the good part is, sometimes you can just trust someone right away, and become SCW World Tag Team Champion, just like that, almost as if the backstabbing had never happened."

I smirk as I smack my hand on my SCW World Tag Team Championship that sits on my shoulder, I almost forgot it was there, I’ve become so comfortable with it, it just sits on my shoulder like clothing now. My right hand rested on the centerpiece of the belt as I looked forward towards Lucy, smirking at her as she responded once again.

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“The only people I do trust is my family. We’ve teamed, we’ve faced each other. They know backstabbing isn’t tolerated. In this family if you’re do that you get put in hell for it. You can ask my twin brother and Rachel."

I nod my head, she knew her shit, surprised. I respond after taking a short breath.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Not too bad, Watts is basically family, in my eyes he is. But, sometimes you have to put on a good story for the fans, and you know what they say, good friends, better enemies. But also, even better SCW World Tag Team Champions."

I smirk as I bend down, grabbing the remote and clicking on the 48 inch LCD Visio TV that was in the corner of my locker room. I watch for a second, Crystal Hilton is on the top rope, she is about to actually knock off Keira Fisher, right on! Wait, fuck. Keira just hit the Seven Sins on Crystal, maybe not so much, and the cover. Keira retains her Championship, I shake my head, Justin Decent announced Keira as still being the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, boring.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Something about that Keira Fisher, I just can’t stand. I wish someone would knock her off of her throne already and take that Championship from her. She bugs me, so does her little girlfriend Roxi Johnson, they’re just, I don’t know, too nice. Keira doesn’t seem like the right type for that Title."

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“I’m friends with them but they know in the ring there isn’t such things as friends."

I nod my head, of course she was friends with them. EVERYONE was friends with them, except the ones who couldn’t stand the people who make friends, basically us super heels, I guess.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Seems like you have A LOT of friends, that’s not a good thing in this business, at all. Why be friends with her? When you can be the one knocking her off of her throne, and throwing that gold over your shoulder, match with me you know? Both have some gold on our shoulders, gold makes everyone look better."

I smirk, plus she needed something on her that wasn’t so BLACK. But I wasn’t going to tell her that of course, she looked good, just, very very dark.

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“I don’t have a lot of friends in the business. Trust me on that. I still don’t let everyone in and I have my reasons. Hey you never know I could take a title but I know I have to work for it. I just can’t snap my fingers and get a shot you know."

I shrug a shoulder.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Don’t always have to work TOO hard, just have to make an impact. I mean, look at me, three matches, one Championship already. I made my impact felt, management knew I deserved the shot, and bam, SCW World Tag Team Champion, just like that. Sometimes you need allies, they make your impact felt a lot stronger. Sometimes, they still your impact, it all depends who you align yourself with."

I place my hands back on my hips as she nods her head, looking forward at me, seems like she liked what I was saying as she responded quickly.

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“So oh great one, who should I align myself with then?"

I give her a stare as she spoke to me with a bit of sarcasm when calling me great one, I ignored it, kind of.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Well, that depends. Are you willing to get a little bit more mean, a little bit more dirty? Take a turn towards the darker side of wrestling, where the bad people play?”

I give her a cocky smirk as I nod my head with confidence, would she be willing to turn heel and take a walk in the Danger Zone? She stared back, as she replied.

â–¼ Lucy Seraphina â–¼
“Who says I’m not already? I play by my own rules. But why don’t you tell me more, I’m willing to hear you out."

I smirk, nodding my head and rubbing my hands together. I think this one was going to work out well, maybe bumping into her wasn’t such a bad thing after all. I took a couple of more steps towards her, placing my arms over my chest, crossing them with my Championship belt underneath. I nodded my head, not saying anything right away, but this one was definitely going to be an interesting one. She was willing to play by any rules from what it sounded like, exactly the mindset that anyone in, or affiliated with Danger Zone would have. I smirked at her, and well, time to find out if she has what it takes.

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Scene Three
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I didn’t know what was going on, all I know was Watts called one of his famous Danger Zone interviews, and he said it would be him interviewing me. I knew this could only go one way, completely fucked up, exactly how we liked it. I shook my head, this was going to be a disaster, we were going to get fined, threatened of being suspended, fired, all of the usual stuff, and we thrived off of that, it’s what makes us better than everyone else, its what makes us different than everyone else. I walked into the Hong Kong arena, dressed in a pair of blue and white Armani Exchange boot cut jeans, a black and white Danger Zone t-shirt that read Danger Zone in a green font across the chest, and my hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I had on a pair of black and white Armani Exchange sunglasses, and as usual I was sporting a confident smirk. I turned the corner, holding onto my SCW World Tag Team Championship that rested on my shoulder as I turned and was instantly greeted by Watts, not what I expected either.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Yo, whoa! What the fuck!? Why are you here already?!"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“What the fuck, you told me to be here at one, it’s one. Wait, why the fuck are you naked in the middle of the backstage lobby?!”

Yep, I wasn’t seeing things. Watts was naked and behind him was a table, on the table was his AOWF Legacy Championship, his SCW World Tag Team Championship, and a picture of some chick. God only knows what he was doing, naked with his two belts and the picture of a girl, oh boy. He shook his head. Normal people would freak out, but, I’ve seen this guy naked more times than myself, in the most straight way possible, which isn’t very straight.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Man, what the fuck, hold on."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Yeah, for real, put some clothes on.”

I turned around for a second, waiting, waiting, he didn’t sound like he was putting clothes on, but he was doing something. I heard a few snaps, I guess it was going good, hopefully, then finally he called out to me.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Okay turn..."

I turned and he was still naked, his AOWF Legacy Championship was around his waist, lowered a bit to cover his junk, with the SCW World Tag Team Championship hanging down from it in a “dick” like formation. At least his junk was covered, I shook my head.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“What the fuck man, okay can we do this interview, I take it you aren’t getting clothed so, lets do it.”

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Yeah, you got it. Umm, okay, so, get naked."

I raised an eyebrow, what the fuck was he saying? Did he switch teams? Was this, what the fuck was going on?

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“What the fuck, no, why?!”

I was starting to feel a little bit uncomfortable, and that was hard to do. What the fuck did he want me to get naked for? It was bad enough already that he is naked.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Get naked..."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“DUDE, WHY?!”

I still was full of confusion, and Watts probably was too, possibly not the same kind of confusion as me, I really don’t know. I shook my head as he responded once more.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Because that is what we are doing, we haven’t been breaking the rules enough, so I got the idea. Naked Danger Zone interview, with nothing but GOLD covering our GOLD..."

I pause for a second, thinking to myself. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Is he literally insane? We break the rules, but, naked on live camera? What the fuck is going through his mind right now? I shook my head, still thinking, and then, I shrugged my shoulder. After all, it is pretty catchy, our gold cover our gold, I kind of like it.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I kind of like it...”

And just like that, I was fucking naked, I didn’t even know how it happened, but all I had around me was my SCW World Tag Team Championship, covering my, gold. I laughed to myself as I kicked off my socks, Watts and me were completely naked and, well, it felt right, in the straightest way possible.


â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“You ready for the cameras?"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Always ready for the cameras”

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Even when you’re naked?"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Even when I’m naked.”

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Your penis pretty cold?"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Yes, my penis is pretty cold.”

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Yeah, the gold of these belts really has that effect, it’s pretty damn..."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Dude, forget about our cold penises, let’s just do this already.”

I cut him off, since he wouldn’t shut up about his penis, and it being cold. He nodded his head, snapping out of the cold penis discussion as he whistled, followed by yelling something out.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Andele andele, my verga is ready!"

Verga? Isn’t that dick in Spanish? What the fuck kind of code call out was that. I was kind of nervous that this was about to turn into some weird fetish porno, becausee about three cameramen came rushing out of the locker room door that was right beside us and they instantly started rolling the cameras. Why was my Tag Team partner such a weird person. I mean I have my moments, but Watts, man you can’t even count his moments.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Ladies and gentlemen of the SCW Universe, welcome to Danger Zone TV. I am your host, Andrew Watts, and yes I am naked, we will get to that in a second though. Beside me, co-host, Ethan Alexander, who is also naked, Ethan say hola to the people."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Hola!”

Why the fuck did I just say hola? And what the fuck was up with Watts? Was he high on pain meds again, because he seems like something is completely fucked up in that already fucked up head of his.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“So everyone, the SCW World Tag Team Champions Danger Zone haven't exactly been breaking the SCW rules as much as they should be, so we are going to start making up for it, that's a promise. First off we are going to make the SCW Headquarters go nuts with complaints from all of their TV sponsors, and how? Because we are currently on live television, completely naked, with nothing but our gold, covering our...gold!"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“And they can't even fucking fire us, and do you know why? Because we are the FUCKING SCW World Tag Team Champions. Explain that to the fans SCW, why the fuck are the SCW World Tag Team Champions fired? Exactly, you can’t, and you won’t. We are too FUCKING important to be fired, and that is why we will do whatever the fuck we want, just like we always fucking have. Why am I saying fuck so much? Because we are on live television, where the word fuck is bleeped out, and where the word fuck is banned, so why am I saying it? Because I am Ethan Fucking Alexander and I fucking can.”

And whatever mood Watts was in, it just rubbed off on me, because I was feeling it too. Watts nodded his head with a cocky smirk, I had a cocky smirk on my face as well as we looked forward. I adjusted the belt, making sure my junk was still covered, don’t want anyone getting a free sneak peak at that.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“I haven’t been booked since we won these bad boy titles that are covering our bad boy dicks, but Ethan here, Ethan has a match against Casey mother fucking Williams this Sunday in Hong mother fucking Kong! "

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Wait, I have a match? Where did you even see that?”

Watts grabbed his cell phone off of the table behind him as he quickly opened up a text message.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Right here in this text message from SCW, it has the Hong Kong card posted on it. Casey Williams vs. Ethan Alexander, One-half of Danger Zone, and one half of the World Tag Team Champions, Ethan Alexander, steps into unfamiliar territory as he will have his first singles encounter here in SCW, facing one huge (literally!) test in the form of the "Man Monster" "the Freight Train of Pain" aka Casey Williams! Casey has championship aspirations, ever since his in-ring return here in SCW, and whether it's with J2H by his side in the tag ranks, or one on one, Casey's chance to shine comes this week when he faces a Tag Team Champion in singles action!"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I never understood those cheesy match previews, and what the fuck? Unfamiliar territory? My first fucking match here was a singles match, I absolutely destroyed Old Skool, does management even pay attention to what goes on, or are they really that big of idiots?”

Watts chuckled a bit, and then cut me off.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Yeah, but lets be honest dude. Everyone has beat Old Skool, he is like the welcome to SCW, here is your first easy win type of guy. I mean, even Casey Williams beat him, and Casey Williams fucking sucks."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Isn’t that the guy I am facing? Wait, that’s that fucking seven foot tall mother fucker? He’s fucking huge”

Like it wasn’t bad enough that I was stepping into the ring without even knowing I had a match, I had to fucking go up against a seven foot bald, ugly monster, come on now. I shook my head as Watts shrugged a shoulder.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Be careful, don’t forget, he is tall as fuck, you can’t go nose to nose with him, try standing up face to face with this guy, and you’ll just end up sucking his dick because of the offset in height."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I’m not that short, asshole. He only has ten inches on me...”

Watts chuckled, he cut me off before I could continue.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Probably has ten inches on you in dick size too."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Yeah, I doubt that, it’s probably the other way around, anyways. Casey bald boy Williams, you fucking get forced to retire by Simon Jones, I mean come on. When you are with a wrestling promotion since day one that it fucking opens, how you going to let someone like Simon Jones force you to retire? That is some sad shit, and your partner, J2H or whatever? Dude looks like he belongs in a teen porn video or some shit, if you want to talk about a dick to face height disadvantage, it's J2H and Casey.”

Watts actually got a good laugh at that one, and before I could continue, Watts started again.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“His wife is pretty big too, six foot tall, 140 pounds, talk about a big woman. That’s about the same size as you isn’t it, Ethan?"

I shook my head at Watts who was still sporting that cocky smirk, man I forgot what an asshole this guy could be. I also almost forgot we were naked right now, well, besides the title belts..

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I think I have about 100 pounds and some height on her, asshole, but...wait, is that his wife in that picture you have on the table? Why do you even have that here?”

Watts nodded his head as he got a creepy smile on his face, I was scared, what did he have planned. That smile was never a good one, bad things and bad ideas always came with that smile. Watts grabbed the picture, and handed it to me, I looked down, what the fuck did he want me to do with this? Watts nodded his head, continuing to give me that smile as he began to respond to my question.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Yes, this is a picture of his wife, I printed it out and got it blown up for you.I figured, you know, break some more rules, piss some more people off. You’re always horny right? Looking for a piece of ass? Well, instead of a piece of ass, how about you hit the restroom after this and you bust a nut on that picture of his wife, all over her face, put it in an envelope, and put slide it under Casey Williams’ locker room door. Sign it, say with love, and cum, Ethan Alexander."

All I could think to myself right now were two things, what the fuck is wrong with the guy standing next to me, and where the fuck does he get this brilliant, but horrible ideas?

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Perfect, right? You do have the balls to do this, don’t you?"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“You are completely fucked up in the head, but give me that damn picture, I can’t wait to fucking bust one on her face and autograph it for her husband. Nothing better than pissing off a monster right before you step into the ring with him.”

I grabbed the picture from Watts, she was actually pretty cute. I wouldn’t mind actually busting one of my nuts on her actual face some day too, but six foot tall is al ittle bit too tall for me, I liked them a bit shorter, eh, who am I kidding? Pussy is pussy. I nodded my head as I tucked the picture in between my belt and, you know what else. I nodded, smirking confidently.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Well SCW Universe, I think we broke enough FUCKING rules today. I am going to go take a shit in the Bombshell bathrooms, and not flush the toilet, and Ethan here, Ethan is going to go jerk his work, and leave a sloppy message on the picture of Casey Williams’ wife, and hand deliver it to Casey Williams, well at least to his locker room. Ethan, get to work."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“They call me the Rebellious One for a reason, the Sin City Degenerate, and why? Because of the shit I do, because of what I am about to do. Casey Williams, my cum on a picture of your wife is about to be the last of your concerns. You may be seven foot tall, you may be a so called fucking monster, but you are forgetting one thing, buddy. I am the undefeated SCW World Tag Team Champion, and you won't be much different than anyone else who has stepped into the ring with me. I've faced a seven footer in each of my last two matches, and guess what, I took care of his ass no problem. So get ready Casey, and unlike others, I won't ask for forgiveness, because when I step into that ring with you Casey, I plan to SIN, and SIN I will, and nothing is a worse SIN, than a SIN that isn't forgiven. Casey Williams, at Climax Control, you will feel the Ultimate Sin, get ready to walk in the Danger Zone.”

I smirk, and that is all. I look to Watts, who looks back at me. We nod our heads at each other as we turn our backsides to the cameras, lets just say that the belts didn’t really cover our asses, hope that the SCW TV contract allows some nudity, because everyone watching this in the SCW Universe just saw some Danger Zone ass. I smirked, pounding my fist against the fist of Watts as we both unclipped our belts, I grabbed the picture of Casey’s wife and we both headed for the restrooms, Watts going to shit in the women’s and me going to bust one on this picture somewhere. We walked away from the cameras, our backsides completely showing now, as we held our titles in our hands. Casey Williams was in for a treat, a series of treats, and a series of unfortunate events. Danger Zone era, taking over SCW, one broken rule at a fucking time.

 
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