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The late afternoon sun beat down from the Phoenix sky onto the Sheraton Hotel & Resort, and more specifically, onto the high end hotel's patrons who would prefer braving the heat and glaring sun overhead, as opposed to leaving the comforts of the hotel's interior and the comforts that it provided. Oh there was plenty to do for the patrons of the Sheraton. It was one of the many reasons aside from comforts that drew people to stay in their hotels all over the world. But Arizona, specifically Phoenix, was one of the warmest locations in the country. Okay some people who live here will tell you that it's a dry heat...
Jamie Dean leaned against the poolside, waist deep in the cool water while his forearms rested on the pool's edge.
He said candidly, "Dry heat my ass. Hot is hot! It's as simple as that!"
But even after five o'clock, it was still surprising that not more people had found their way down to the pool and the comforting embrace of the sparkling water. In just a couple of hours, the sun would begin its descent into the distant horizon, blanketing the skyline with many shades from the colorful hues of the spectrum. But for now, the weather was perfect to spend some time at poolside, working on a tan or diving into the water and enjoying a brisk swim.
"Diving?" Jamie asked with incredulity in his voice. "Why be fancy when the end result is all the same?"
Jamie ran up to the edge of the pool and leapt, cradling his arms around his bent legs and delivering a heavy cannonball splash into the pool, sending a large spray of water up into the air where it slapped the pool deck and the lounge chairs surrounding it.
"I've actually been here at the pool since about noon." Jamie said from where he leaned against poolside, waist deep in the water. "I probably would have been here earlier but I ordered room service after I got up." Jamie puckered his lips and drew in a long, slow breath. "And boy did that man deliver!"
Cut to a shot outside in the hotel's hallway. One of the room doors opened up and a handsome young man in the Sheraton uniform makes an exit, pushing a covered cart used to deliver meals. He had a slight blush to his cheeks but that did nothing to detract from the smile on his face as he vanished off screen. The door slipped open a second time and Jamie leaned out, bare from the waist up and nothing else shown. (That could cause some censor issues unfortunately!) He looked off into the direction the employee hurried off too and shook his head.
"God did he earn that tip!" Jamie exclaimed before he ducked back inside of the room.
"Okay, I got a later start than I intended." Jamie admitted with a chuckle. "But this day is all about fun before I get down to business over the freakend."
"You mean the weekend?"
Jamie lifted his shades briefly from over his warm, chocolate brown eyes and said, "No. No, I think I mean freakend with everything I have planned."
Jamie then uncurled his arms from the warm pavement around the pool and heaved his way up and out of the water. Perhaps it was all for the best that there weren't many patrons using the pool, aside from perhaps five others that were staying here. Given the fact he was clad in a pretty daring set of black speedos with hot pink tiger stripes. He picked up a towel he had laid out within easy reach, bending over at the waist -- and two elderly women gawked quite brazenly with more noticeable smiles as they did so.
Jamie sat down on the side of one of the lounge chairs on the deck and then kicked his legs up to stretch out. The glaring sun beat down against his body, his already serviceable tanned form still glistening from the moisture of the pool.
"What have you got planned, if we might ask? Are you referring to your match against 'the Mental Rapist' Sean Jackson?"
"Well, that's definitely on my mind. Jamie answered as a hotel staff member delivered to his waiting hand a frozen cocktail. (No jokes!) "Thank you." He said to the staff and turned back to address the question directed at him. "But my match this freakend against Sean is all business. I suppose. But no I'm more or less talking about everything I'm doing to prepare for that, and admittedly the fun leading up to it."
Mind if I ask what you meant by 'you guess' your match against Sean is all business?"
Jamie smiled impishly and shrugged his toned shoulders before he answered, "Well he does have a pretty sweet set of pecs on him..."
"Sean Jackson is not the sort of man that would take such comments lightly."
"Oh they all say that." Jamie said before he took a sip of his cocktail (ha!) and then leaned back against his chair. "Then the straight ones are generally the ones who are fastest at falling on their backs with their legs in the air. But if he's already getting up in arms, then I guess part of the battle I already won."
"How do you mean?"
"I'm already on his mind, and trust me when I say I take that as a compliment." Jamie smiled and relaxed to work on his tan while he continued on with his interview.
"Well for all the relaxation you've been discussing, you've certainly been doing your part in making certain that you're ready for this match. You've been spending a great deal of time in the hotel's gym area."
Jamie is shown in the Sheraton Fitness Program room, located conveniently right behind the pool area. Wearing no shirt and a pair of loose, white shorts and high tops, Jamie is running on a treadmill, his eyes staring straight ahead from behind his shades while the music pumps from his stereo to the buds in his ears.
"That's nothing really new for me, though." Jamie said. "I work out almost every day. I think I spend more time at the gym than I do my own home. It's probably one of the reasons I don't have a pet. I'd feel too bad for leaving the poor thing alone so often. Though I do like to think up names for these imaginary animals of mine."
"O-kay....."
Jamie continued, "I wanted to spend most of the day here at the pool, but old habits. Y'know? I took small breaks to eat, of course, but two or three times I found myself working up a sweat -- by working out. Nothing... you know." Jamie bit his lower lip then said, "R Rated?"
"So you're taking this match against Sean Jackson seriously, then."
"Hey, I take every match I'm in seriously." Jamie corrected. "Just because I like to have a good time when I'm in the ring, doesn't mean I'm not actually trying to accomplish something while wrestling. I wouldn't be in the sport at all if I didn't want to win. And believe me; I want to win this match coming up."
"Do you find your path so far in SCW surprising at all?"
"How do you mean?" Jamie asked as he reached over and picked the glass up from the stand to the right of his lounge chair.
"Well thus far, you've found yourself up against some high profile opponents, especially for a rookie. Your debut in the Blast from the Past was one thing, but afterwards, Jon Dough who was at the time one-half of the Tag Team Champions. He personally requested that match against you. Then there was the Triple Threat with Ben Jordan as one of the primary opponents, and Ben is being heralded as a future legend. Former ACW singles and tag champion and many think it's only a matter of time before he wears SCW gold."
"And now Sean Jackson." Jamie concludes.
"And now Sean Jackson. Former ACW Champion. NWA Champion. And just a few short weeks ago, main evented the 'Chaos In Cape Town' Supercard. That is some seriously high profile opposition for a man who is as new to the sport as Jamie Dean is."
"Hey, what can I say?" Jamie smiled as he held his hands outward. "The bosses know a good thing when they see it."
Jamie said, "My record hasn't exactly been what I had hoped since I started. I lost my debut in the Blast From the Past. Beat Jon Dough. Lost to Ben Jordan and whoever that third guy was in our little threesome." Jamie looked off camera and called out, "Who was that third guy again? ... Huh? You don't remember either?" He glanced back toward thee camera and shrugged. "No big. Ben Jordan was really the only guy in the match I had eyes for anyway."
"Yes, and now I understand you have a little outing planned for Ben's lady love?"
"I did promise her a GNO after the African Tour ended." Jamie smiled. "It's taken a bit of time to arrange a mutual time and date, but a lot of SCWers are here in Phoenix for the SCW's Arizona territory debut, booked or not. Seemed like as good a time as any."
"Better than waiting for Las Vegas or perhaps California?"
"I'd like to think maybe we can save that for a special occasion, like getting Ben to tag along." Jamie chuckled. "But for tonight, it's just Emma, myself, and Amy."
"Amy Marshall will be joining you?"
"Why not?" Jamie smiled. "We've all had a lot of hard work to get ready for, or wind down from. I made Amy an offer and I always follow through with my promises."
"Yes, but as I recall, you promised her drinks if she were to win her Triple Threat match in Reno, which unfortunately she did not."
"Meh." Jamie shrugged, indifferent. "You can't win them all. I sure as hell have proved that lately. My career hasn't exactly gone as I'd hoped, then I had to go and get hurt which put me out for a few weeks."
"How did you hurt yourself, anyway?"
"Pulled groin."
"Sorry I asked."
Cue to the interior of Jamie's suite in the Sheraton. We have a shot of the tasteful interior, where the space is open and clean is the best way to describe it with whites and cream colors being the dominant of the room's decor. Any additional decorations was minimal with a simple potted plant on the table opposite of the king sized bed against the far wall and the plasma television embedded against the neutral wall. A black, mahogany table rested at the window which was partially open to allow the fresh air to waft inside, blowing the drapes gently in the summer breeze.
The man of the hour, Jamie himself, was nowhere to be seen and it was curious as to where he might be when that particular mystery was solved when the sound of the shower was heard, and the soft beat of a song on the personal stereo was heard playing...
"I howled at the moon with friends
And then the sun came crashing in
Wo-oah-oah-oah-oah-oh-oh
Oah-oah-oah-oah-oah-oh-oh
But all the possibilities
No limits just epiphanies"
Then the song was cut off, and the sound of the shower came to an abrupt end. Mere moments later, the door to the bathroom opened and Jamie stepped out with his body glistening from the shower's heat and steam, a white towel wrapped around his waist while he used another to briskly rub his scalp dry.
(What? You thought we were going to show more? Filthy minded... this is a PG13 show you know!)
"So do you think a night out with the girls will help clear your mind for what's to come?"
"Well that depends. What do you assume 'is to come' exactly?" Jamie asked. "You almost sound as if you're automatically counting me out of this match before it's even had a chance to begin."
"No, it's not that. But Sean Jackson is unlike any other man you've competed against to date."
Jamie opened up the closet in his hotel room and started to select what he planned to wear for his evening out with Amy Marshall and Emma Rose.
"I beg to differ." Jamie contradicted. "I wrestled against Ben Jordan and I'd put him right there at the same level as Sean Jackson. Maybe even higher. The fact that I didn't win that triple threat doesn't mean I'm automatically out of this one. Of course, if you want to be technical, I didn't lose, either. I wasn't the one who got beat by Ben in order for him to be declared the winner."
Jamie, now clad in a white, button-down dress shirt and matching slacks, stands in front of the mirror over the dresser in his room, checking his reflection while running a comb through his hair.
"Going through a lot of effort for a night out with the girls."
Jamie laughed, "Hey I never said I wasn't high maintenance! besides, I invited them, not the other way around. So I have an obligation to remain my usual studly self."
He paused in thought, then reached over to grab a bottle of Odin EDP O3 Century cologne. He splashed some on his palm and started to massage it into his cheeks (on his face.
He continued, "But I guess even if it was the other way around, I'd still be striving to top myself." He paused, then looked into the mirror, and thus into the camera. "You know what I mean."
"I'm afraid we do."
The time? Now! The scene? Downtown Phoenix and one of the city's premiere gay bars known as Kobalt! A gated railing that stretched almost completely across the block that house of the pride, and a rainbow flag draped on the opposite side that flapped gently in the evening's warm breeze, told one that if you were seeking the Kobalt bar, then you found the right place.
A cab pulled up along the curb, and after a brief pause in which we assume the driver was being paid, the passenger's left door carefully opened in a traffic lull, and Jamie Dean stepped out quickly and hurried around the back so he could, as a gentleman should, open the right passenger side and first out stepped Emma Rose in her finest, and followed closely by Amy Marshall, who wore her usual best, her hair done up in the mohawk style. Emma wore a supreme smile on her lovely face and a twinkle of mischief shone in Amy's own eyes as the two ladies took in the exterior of their night's entertainment.
"Not bad." Amy said, hefting her leather jacket up onto her shoulders. It did not matter to her if her choice of attire fit in with the 'image' others might expect or value. She was, as always, herself and her confidence did not allow for her to care what others' thought. It was this confidence that drew Jamie's own attention towards her. A 'kindred spirit' you might say. "So how did you manage to find this place?"
"Google." Jamie laughed in a simple explanation. "Never been to Arizona in my life!"
"And this place just drew you to it, did it?" Emma smiled as she watched a handsome young couple walk into the doors, then turned back to Jamie and Amy with a subtle smile. "Can't imagine why."
<img align=left src= "http://www.bizbash.com/content/editorial/StoryPhoto/big/e12501image3.jpg" height=233 width=350> No sooner does the trio enter the club than a young waiter walked across their path, carrying a shimmering tray with long-stem glasses filled with mimosas. The waiter was clad in a golden headband and just a pair of daring, golden booty shorts that showed off his tanned and muscled physique to maximum effect. Jamie's eyes followed his path as he maneuvered around the corner toward the dance floor where there was some cheers going on and Amy sighed.
"Neither can I." Amy quipped as the trio headed for the bar to order their drinks and kick this evening off!
Highlights of the evening followed as Jamie promised the two ladies a fun night out to ease their minds and whatever professional burdens the sport of wrestling carried along with them, and each round he insisted be on him... not literally. At least, not yet.
~~ Jamie, Emma and Amy stood in a circle in front of the bar where Mister Dean sprinkled salt from a shaker on each lady's hand and handed them a lime wedge. They then clinked shot glasses, then licked the salt from their hands and downed the shots of tequila before biting into the lime wedges.
~~ Never let it be said that Jamie didn't know how to show ladies a good time as the three found themselves on the dance floor, each with a drink in hand as they moved their bodies to the beat of the music that reverberated across the club's interior.
~~ A caged go-go dancer entertained the patrons, dancing within his confined space, and clad in just a shimmering silver thong. Amy was the first amongst the trio to stuff some cash from her hands into the young man's pouch as he moved his pelvis, not making it any easier for Miss Marshall and leading her hand to perhaps places she had not intended... at least not at first!
It also did not take much prompting once that very same go-go boy slid open the cage door invitingly, for Emma and Amy to get Jamie to climb inside and watch in glee as their 'host' started dancing and the dancer wrapping his arms around Jamie's waist from behind while the pair ground themselves against one another in a pretty heat inducing dance!
~~ The three found themselves back at the bar and Jamie turned back around with three more shots to share with the ladies, passing them off to Emma and Amy before they heard a loud 'clang' of a bell.
"What was that?" Emma exclaimed, holding up her shot glass and glancing around.
"They do that every time they get an exceptionally good tip." Amy found herself answering before Jamie could.
Speaking of Jamie, he froze, wide eyed and immediately started fishing around for the change from his fifty...
"Shit!"
But what's done was done! Before either Amy or Emma could tip their shots to their lips, Jamie held up a hand and he waved a forefinger.
"Ah ah ah!" He jokingly chided. "Its not going to be quite that easy this time."
"What do you mean?" Emma asked, and in answer, Jamie set his own shot glass down and proceeded to unbutton his shirt and slip it off of his sculpted upper body, much to the delight of more than one man in the club and the amusement of Emma and Amy themselves.
Jamie then set his shirt on the bar stool behind him and with a silent confirmation from the smiling bartender, Jamie hopped up onto the bar itself and reached over, relieving Amy of her shot.
With a gleam in his warm, brown eyes, Jamie said, "I always keep my promises!"
And with that, he leaned back with the back of his head on the counter and his back arched, he proceeded to dribble Amy's shot onto his bare skin invitingly. Amy shook her head with a smirk. She exchanged glances with Emma, then shrugged and stepped in for the body shot...
~~ Having just finished another dance, Jamie escorted Emma and Amy off of the dance floor and past an open door that led to a patio where it seemed standing room only and the masses outside were dancing and cheering for an unseen spectacle.
"What do you suppose is happening out there?" Emma inquired in her distinctive accent.
"Next step of our journey, ladies." Jamie smiled, his body still subtly moving to the music being played. "You ever watch tag team jello wrestling on cable TV?"
"Oh!" Emma responded, then shook her head. "I don't think that's something I would enjoy watching."
Jamie smiled brightly, "Who said anything about 'watching'?"
Emma and Amy looked at each other with raised brows...
And before you knew it, Jamie was standing at the forefront of a large, tarp lined 'wrestling pit' filled with strawberry jello, laughing and cheering along with the countless other patrons, as Amy and Emma, now both in their under garments, wrestled in the cold and sticky jello against two young gay men, much to the delight of everyone watching -- including themselves!
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