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Title: Kicking and screaming.
Post by: Gavin Stephens on November 13, 2015, 09:40:08 AM

 
OOC: Not gonna get a chance to do this later today so, getting it done now.  Best of luck, CJ.

Last week – Gavin had returned to Sin City Wrestling.  His surprise return a few weeks prior had at the very least captured the imaginations of the Sin City Wrestling public.  Would he be here to throw a wrench into the plans of his wife, Mikah?  Or would he join alongside her?  The two had been in quite a bad situation as of late, often times fighting and having a rather rough time getting along.  But – were things really in that dire of straits?  Things had seemingly been on a bit of a lighter note for the two after a recent discussion betwixt them.  They seemed to settle things at least somewhat, but would they remain settled?  They had their issues like anyone else, but, would they manage to overcome them?  With that weighing down on his mind, he still had to worry about the fact he had a match to deal with on the next issue of Climax Control as well..  He really had his work cut out for him to keep riding that wave of momentum he had going for him thus far.  And he wasn't about to let anyone get ahead of him in line.  Especially this CJ Sharpe guy..

It was rather early in the morning when Gavin awoke in his bed.. He moved around a bit, adjusting himself as he removed his arms from around the waist of Mikah. Whom had seemingly returned to sleeping in the same bed with him. He pressed against her, peeking over her shoulder as he looked her in the face.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Hey Mik.. Time to get up babe. We've got work to do today.”

He said in a low tone of voice as he looked at his sleeping wife, nudging her gently as he laid in their bed. He let out a short yawn as the sun beamed through the windows and into the room. He hated having to get up and get to work, and even more so, waking her up. But – they had things they needed to do today. He knew she had matches to worry about, and he himself had one to deal with as well.

MIKAH
“Go away.  I’m the bombshell champion; I get to sleep in. “

She smacks his hand away from her in a childish manner as she pulls the pillow back over the back of her head, shielding herself from him.  He laughed a bit as he continued to lay back in the bed.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Does being the bombshell champions husband get me the same right to sleep in?  Because I could use the rest.”

He said jokingly, realizing he probably didn’t need that much rest.  He’d been at home a bit but, still, he had to ask.  Laying back against his pillow as he looked over at his wife, relaxing a bit.

MIKAH
“I don’t care.”

She was mumbling and wasn’t even sure that he could hear her words but she literally did not care at the moment.  He pulled the pillow from her face, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.  Then gave it back to her, flipping back over to his side of the bed where he grabbed his phone and began to flip through it.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Okay, okay grumpy.”  

He said jokingly as he began to flip through his phone, adjusting himself in the bed as he looked through a few texts and other things.  In comparison to her, he was wide awake, and soon would be getting up and going.  Though, he most definitely hated to leave her.

MIKAH
“If I get up, I’m going for a five hour run..”

She mumbles a bit before turning onto her stomach and burying her face into the mattress.  He forcibly turned her toward him, flipping her around.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Oh come on, Mik.  You’re always like, so eager to get away from me in the morning.  Lemme tell ya, it’s a huge bummer.”

He said with a laugh as he looked her in the eyes, shrugging the whole thing off a bit.  Though he was just a little bit offended.

MIKAH
“Since when have I ever been a morning person?”

She frowns at him before laying back down, ready to sleep again.  He looked her in the face and shrugged.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Good point.  Listen, when you’re ready to get up, I’m gonna head downstairs and make something for breakfast.  You can join me, if you’d like.”

He said with a smile as he leaned in and pecked her on the lips, then stood up and began to get dressed. She watches him before shrugging.

MIKAH
“And when have I ever ate breakfast?!”

She wasn’t trying to sound growly, she was just pointing out the obvious.  Coffee was normally her breakfast.  Or well, something from Starbucks.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“I mean, I make a pretty mean coffee.”  

He said with a laugh as he began to pull on a pair of pants.  Moving around the room a little bit, grabbing a few things he needed for the day.

MIKAH
“Starbucks quality?  I don’t think so.  Maybe I’ll just go on a run anyways.”

She shrugs as she pulls her blonde locks up into a ponytail before getting out of bed to get dressed.  He walked over and wrapped an arm around her.
GAVIN STEPHENS
“Come on Miks.  Hang out with me, you can run anytime.  But, you know, we haven’t actually gotten on as well as we are right now in how long?  Forgive me for wanting to bask in the glory of my Bombshell Champion wife just a little longer.”

He said ever so smoothly as he looked her in the face, grinning from ear to ear.  Wondering if anything was having much of an effect on her.

MIKAH
“It’s early in the morning, trust me you don’t want to be around me till after my run anyways.  Endorphins make you happy, you know.  Maybe you should try running to get rid of that pudge..”

She hits his stomach with the back of her hand and then tugs on her capri length yoga leggings before tugging her long sleeved dri-fit shirt.  He laughed as he looked over at her, thinking about it.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Promise you won’t run off without me?”

He said with a smile as he adjusted himself beside of her, really tempted by the idea of giving it a shot, at the very least.  What could it hurt, right?

MIKAH
“I make no promises when I run.”

She offers a small, half smile as she sits on the bed and tugs on her socks before grabbing her NIKE shoes and puts them on.  He grabbed a pair of running shoes and the like, getting himself together as he walked over beside of her.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Oh come on, even for me, your beloved husband?  We’ll get you another dooog.”

He said, trying to entice her a bit with a cheeky grin across his face.  Pulling the shoes on after taking a seat beside of her.  She just laughs before shaking her head.

MIKAH
“No, no.  You know the conditions on when I run; this isn’t news, Mister.  Actually, I should probably bring Dexter with.  I don’t want him getting chubby, like you.”

Gavin chuckled and shrugged it off.  He knew she was playing around, but still.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Hey, you try being married to you, and not have a chubby.”

Gavin looked around a bit, awkwardly as he finished getting dressed.  Then walked over to the door, leaning against the frame.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Oh, you said being.  Gotcha.”

He said playfully, wondering what her response was going to be.  He hadn’t really had the attire just lying around to run, a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers weren’t the best running sort of look but..  he supposed it would work.

MIKAH
“You’re going to be dead, I hope you know.  I don’t run like a sissy.”

She points to his jeans and then walks off for a moment to go find Dexter.  He gave her rear a slap as she walked by, then began walking after her.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“You are aware I’ve been working out, lots, right?  I didn’t just roll out of bed and return to SCW.”

He said with a shrug, wondering if she understood that.  Making his way down the stairs as she went to look for the dog.  She finds her dog asleep by her still packed suitcase from the supershow and scoops him up.  She carries him downstairs as if he was a baby before putting his harness on him and then hooking his leash to the designated loop on the harness.

MIKAH
“Do you wanna go for a run with mommy, Dexter?!”

She coos at him before looking over at Gavin.

MIKAH
“You do know that running is different than working out, right?  I probably couldn’t quite hack it in a gym some days but I could run for miles.”

He walked over to the front door, opening it up as he looked back at Mikah and shrugged.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Well, I’ve been working the leg muscles so, I should be fine.  I’ve also ran the ropes a lot..  this is just..  running a distance.  I’ve got this.”

He said with a shrug as he walked out their door and into the hallway, waiting for her to catch up.  She just pats his shoulder in a sort of condescending way but not in a mean way.

MIKAH
“When you’re wheezing for breath and you’re on your deathbed, I’ll call an ambulance.”

He looked around confused like, walking down some nearby stairs, taking his sweet time as she followed after him.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Wouldn’t I..  wouldn’t I need to be on the ambulance first to be on my deathbed?  I mean, the ground isn’t a bed..”

She just smirks before shoving him.

MIKAH
“You’ll be dying on the ground because I can’t lift you.  So, there you go.”

She starts to run, not worried about the pace being too fast for him.  The scene came to a close with Gavin chasing after her, trying to keep up..  Would Gavin Stephens finally die like so many had dreamt of?  Or would he surprise her?

Sometime later, we caught up with them some time away from the hotel they had been at.  Mikah was ahead of Gavin, but, surprisingly, he was still in tow.  He noticed her coming to a stop, as he caught his breath.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“...  S..  surprised ya, I know.”

He said as he caught his breath, placing his hands on his knees as he leaned down and caught his breath.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Remind me to never run in a pair of jeans..”

She laughs before leaning down and petting Dexter between his ears.

MIKAH
“I told you so, chubby. Not too bad but I'd stick to the gym, if I were you.”

She walks to the kitchen of the hotel suite and grabs a lemonade flavored coconut water before getting Dexter his water bowl and filling it with Smart water for him.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“I almost had you..  Almost.  …  Hey, you gonna be around for a bit?  No pressing matters to attend to?  I mean, it’s still a while till showtime..”

Gavin questioned as he walked into the hotel room, leaning against a nearby doorway and trying to catch his breath.

MIKAH
“I don't know. I haven't checked my phone to see if Christian the idiot has anything set up for me. Why?”

She looks at him as she takes a drink of her flavored coconut water.  Gavin moved in close to her, proceeding to give her a kiss on the lips once she’d gotten her drink.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“Well see, I was thinking, I could take you back to bed, and proceed to you know..  romance you, or something.”

He said with a laugh as he wondered what her thought was going to be on that, reaching out and taking her by the hand curiously.

MIKAH
“I have to check my phone. This is why I'm going to fucking hire somebody to take care of my calendar and all that.”

She shrugs before walking to grab her phone.  She checks a few things before sighing.

MIKAH
“In roughly 45 minutes or so, I have to go appear at some autograph signing. Annoying. But I do have 45 minutes…”

He shrugged it off as he closed the door behind him and looked at her.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“So, I have your attention for 45 minutes?...  I think we can make that work.”

He said with a smile as the two of them walked off towards the bed.  The scene coming to close, seemingly ending on a much brighter note than one might of expected, given the two of them had been getting along rather terribly as of late.  Perhaps it was a sign things had begun to look up just a little bit?!

Eventually, we picked up with Gavin sitting on a steel chair in a derelict looking building.  He sat there, looking down at the floor.  It was dimly lit and shining all around him, only for him to look up and glare into the camera.  He had done what he needed to against Halc, but what was next for Stephens?!

GAVIN STEPHENS
“As it turned out..  I did exactly as I said I would and I beat Kris Halc..  I succeeded in my return to the company, but, where now, Gavin?  Where could I possibly go from there, right?  The options are really all over the place, there's oh so many things I could do.  So many things I should do, as a matter of a fact.  But I will make that all perfectly clear a little later on, for right now?  You CJ Sharpe have the misfortune of being the man chosen to step into a wrestling ring with me next..”

Stephens paused for a moment, considering his options here.  What was he to say?  What was he to even do?  CJ Sharpe hadn't had as much exposure in this business as he had.  He was an unknown, and the unknown was never a good thing in professional wrestling.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“I can't say I'm all too familiar with you, CJ.  I don't exactly pay attention to the common man, the lesser man very often.  As a matter of a fact, I don't personally care about you, CJ Sharpe.  What I care about is simple..  me and mine.  Everything I do, every action I take, every move I make is to make my life better.  To increase my quality of living, and to do that..  I have to decrease the quality of yours.  You call yourself the Hardcore Hitman, you claim to rule all..  I am a god damn Visionary, son.  And right now?  All I see before me is a little boy in over his head, someone who has been thrown into the deep end without any support, without any floaties, without any way to swim on his own..  I will let you sink, CJ.  I will drag you down to the bottom of the waters, tear you to pieces, and leave whats left of you there to rot.”

Rage and anger filled his voice, the man clearly had little patience.  Little drive to sit around and wait any longer.  Right now, he seemed fully dedicated to action.  Even if those actions were to be in the detriment of his opponent.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“And you get to face me..  The pain and punishment I intend to administer upon you will redefine your nightmares, it will give you something truly to be afraid of, 'Norwegian Nightmare'..  Because I'm going to show you the true meaning of fear.  You'll beg me to stop, you'll cry, you'll plead, you'll do anything you can to escape.  But with me?  There is no escape, CJ.  I will grab you by the legs and drag you back out from under your bed, all the way back to the ring if I have to, with you kicking and screaming the entire way..  I keep talking, reciting things about my vision, whether it is one of total annihilation of my opponents or otherwise..  But right now?  My vision of the future has become abundantly clear, my future to be exact.  And my future, CJ?  It does not finish here.  It does not end.  It does not cease, and I will lay my path, I will build my legacy on your broken, beaten, battered remains.  I will pry your eyes open with these fingers if I have to and I will make you see, I will illuminate you, before I end you of just what this company is about to witness.”

He had begun to take things a bit far, he was aware of that.  But – if hurt this guy was what he needed to do to make his mark, then he would do it.  It was as simple as that.

GAVIN STEPHENS
“...  Then I'll toss you aside like I do with any trash.  Don't worry though, don't be scared...  Gavin Stephens isn't going anywhere.”

He said rather mysteriously as he began to laugh in a rather sinister tone.  The scene coming to a close as Stephens disappeared from the scene completely, still keeping up with his rather clear attitude change.  To say the personality of Stephens had became a bit warped, and a bit darker than it had in the past was an understatement.  But – would his new found fascination with violence truly extend to CJ Sharpe?!  Or would Sharpe score that upset?!