[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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This was always awkward, but I didn’t really have a say in it… because I didn’t want to hear it. I sighed as I slid my knife back and forward in the middle of my half eaten medium rare New York strip steak, my fork dug into the piece that I was cutting off, the blood of the steak dripping out of the meat and into my plate. I finally cut the piece loose and lifted it into my mouth. The piece of meat was a little bit tough but had great flavor as. I took it down, definitely a good steak. I looked across the table from me where Andrew Watts & Desiree Parker were sitting, Watts had already eaten everything which hadn't surprised me, this dude devoured anything you could put in front of him... and Desiree seemed like she was a pretty slow eater, I didn’t know her too good, but she actually seemed pretty decent. I looked to my left where my mother, Debra Alexander was sipping her Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon red wine, her eyes focused on Watts, of course, she had some sort of obsession with Watts, always has. Watts noticed as well, trying to ignore her, not wanting Desiree to notice or anything. I looked over at Desiree and decided to try and start up a conversation, it was so quiet in here that I could almost hear the wind blowing against the grass outside.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“So Desiree, what have you thought of my work in SCW so far? Impressed, or not really?"

â–¼ Desiree Parker â–¼
“I really..."

Desiree was quick to reply, only problem was that just as Desiree started to speak she was instantly cut off by none other than my mother, she never let anyone talk… it was always her, her… and her..

★ Debra Alexander ★
“I actually watched the match between you and that… Old Skool, was that his name? You looked  bit rusty to be honest. It’s okay though honey, you haven’t been in a ring for a few months. I also managed to catch that match between Andrew and that German guy last Sunday, and wow… Andrew you looked as good as ever. For such a hyped up and talked about match, you really made that guy look like a chump… the two of you teaming back together again is going to be great, but um… what about this one? Does she even do anything?"

Mother turned her attention to Desiree as she said this, clearly referring to her and trying to make her feel uncomfortable or unaccomplished. Desiree smirked, her tongue pushing against the side of her cheek as she nodded her head, looking my mother in the eyes, clearly not happy with the way my mother just talked to her.

â–¼ Desiree Parker â–¼
“Funny that you say that, seems to me like you seem to know quite a bit about Sin City Wrestling now eh? But then again, it’s obvious that you really don't. I have been doing my own thing on the side, I haven’t been extremely involved in the ring but trust me woman, I have been very active backstage, and making sure that Andrew is ready and prepared for his match. But if you want some tape on what I have done, I can send you some… I am undefeated in SCW and I sure as hell know how to kick some arse.."

I smiled at Desiree, it was really about time someone put my mother in her place, and she did a great job considering for once in her life, my mother actually went silent for a few. It was still pretty silent for a few more seconds until Watts leaned back in his chair and decided to say something.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“So we have a pretty big match this week, you ready to do this thing?"

I nodded my head, rubbing the side of my fork along the outer layer of my white glass plate, just lightly enough so that it wouldn’t screech.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Yeah I am pretty pumped about it. I mean, you and that garbage wannabe Alex Kaelin were able to put down the Rebels on a Rampage pretty damn easily, so how hard is it going to be for Danger Zone to repeat that? Not hard at all if you ask me. We took down the Tag Team Champions backstage a couple of weeks ago, and I cost that Tiger whatever dude his match last week… we made an impact on both of these teams in back to back weeks… and this week will be no different"

Watts nodded his head, he was impressed with the way I responded to his question… I had definitely matured a lot since the old days, but I still had my degenerate and immature moments… but when it came to being professional and talking about our opponents, I made sure I knew how to handle the topic.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Yeah that is true, but just don’t forget that we can’t get caught off guard. Both of these teams have been sort of screwed and embarrassed by us in the last two weeks, so they both are going to have it out for us… and with Ramone and Acquin as special guest commentators, it is a given that they will interfere… there is no way those two just sit at the announce table the whole match, We have to watch our backs twice as good in this one...it could turn 4 on 2 very quickly."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I think we can handle all four of them… and another four on top of them… you remember how dominant we used to be as a team… and we are only better now..."

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Well, maybe… don’t forget that the game has changed over the years… some of these teams have been together forever… and we haven’t teamed together in almost 5 years. I’m not saying they stand a chance, because they don’t… I am just saying, don’t fuck up."

Vintage cocky Watts, I quickly cut him off.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Tag Team Match, fifty fifty… we do equal work and you know that the chances of me fucking up are just as slim as they are of you fucking up. My point? There will be no fucking up, from either of us… and we know this."

Watts nodded his head.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Okay, I’ll give you that… you’re right."

We stopped talking, the topic kind of just faded on its own. There was a few seconds, actually almost a minute of silence and then my mother stood up from the table, looking over at Watts, I didn’t even want to know what was going to come out of her mouth… but, here we go....

★ Debra Alexander ★
“Hey, Andrew... I was hoping you could help me move one of my dressers in my bedroom? I have been asking Ethan for months and the lazy one just won’t give me a hand...

Watts didn't really know what to say, playing with his napkin and not looking my mother directly in the eyes. She hadn’t asked me once to help her move anything, what the fuck was she even talking about?

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Um…"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Asked me? I haven’t been asked anything… why don’t you just have Lionel do it? What do you pay him for if you don’t have him do anything?"

★ Debra Alexander ★
“This is a job for a very big man, it's... very heavy."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Mom, Lionel is bigger than Watts."

★ Debra Alexander ★
“Actually I'd beg to differ..."

I paused for a second and then I got a mental picture of Watts and my mom and what had happened a few years ago… I think you can put two and two together and figure what happened. Lets just say I never saw it, but my mom made sure everyone knew that she was able to seduce Andrew Watts. I grabbed my face and shook my head, shouting out randomly....

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Oh my god, no!"

Watts jumped a bit, quickly turning and looking at me…I looked at him, he was a tad bit confused… but Desiree, her face was covered with confusion

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“What the fuck happened?"

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“I just got a mental picture of the time you screwed my mom."

My hands returned to the table as I shook my head, getting the image out. Desiree look of confusion turned to a look of anger, she quickly turned her head to Watts, looking straight into his eyes, a fire in her eyes that was not going to be put out easily… I felt bad fo Watts, this was sort of my fault… but my mom is the one who really brought this on. Desiree’s voice turned bitchy and fast..

â–¼ Desiree Parker â–¼
“You screwed... this slut?"

Oh boy, all hell was about to break loose… I shook my head as my mother quickly turned to Desiree, she was still standing up, and she took a step closer to Desiree, who was sitting but now staring right up at my mom.

★ Debra Alexander ★
“Excuse me? What did you just call me?”

My mother's fist hit the table, trying to intimidate Desiree as Desiree stood up, standing up to my mother and looking her right in the eyes. Desiree had this stare that could make anyone shit their pants, even a grown man. She stared straight into my mother’s eyes, not saying a word, just staring… and my mom, somehow didn’t back down, she kept at it.

★ Debra Alexander ★
“Did you just call me a slut?"

Desiree smirked, a bitchy smirk… sort of an evil hint to it as well.

â–¼ Desiree Parker â–¼
“Yeah, I did… you are what? 50 years old? You’re dressed like you are fucking 17, the folds of your arse have been hanging out of those too tight shorts all damn day. Every time you bend over the whole city gets a view of your fake tits because you don’t know how to properly cover them… and you haven’t taken your eyes off of my man since the second we walked into your house… I would say what I called you is a PERFECT description of what you are."

She made a point, but my mother wasn’t going to be okay with that point… Watts and me just both kind of sat there, we didn’t want to get in between either one of these two. My mother really was a bit too much sometimes. I shook my head, and surprisingly my mother left it at that. My mother walked by Desiree, ignoring all of her comments, walking over to Andrew, flicking her hair in Desiree's face. Her fingertips rubbing along the top of Andrew's Ed Hardy t-shirt as she looked down at him with a smirk...

★ Debra Alexander ★
“If you want a real woman… you know where my room is… quit playing with little girls."

Desiree looked like she wanted to rip my mother's eyes out as my mother walked right by Andrew and headed towards her room… pulling her jean shorts up a bit more..I shook my head, slapping my hand against my forehead… this was a disaster, just as expected.  Watts looked over at Desiree who shook her head, obviously not to happy with how dinner went, and I didn’t blame her… she wasn’t exactly the most calm person either, and she somehow kept her cool… kind of… not really. Watts shook his head, exhaling.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“So, you ready to go?"

Desiree shrugged her shoulders, the look on her face said “obviously,” and I kind of looked at Watts with a look that said “why would you even ask?”.

â–¼ Desiree Parker â–¼
“What the fuck do you think?"

Watts nodded his head, pushing himself up from his chair as he walked a few steps towards Desiree… he didn’t even address her bitchy reply because… she had every right to be mad at the moment. He grabbed her left hand with his right, trying to comfort her as I stood up as well.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Sorry about uh… this whole situation… it was a bad idea. I’m sorry Desiree.."

â–¼ Desiree Parker â–¼
“It's okay, maybe the three of us can go out later on tonight or something… WITHOUT YOUR MOTHER... That way we can actually enjoy ourselves… and I don’t go to jail for murder."

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Yeah that's… that would work."

Watts nodded his head, reaching over the table and bumping fists with me.

â–½ Andrew Watts â–½
“Later man, sorry.”

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
“Yup, later."

Watts and Desiree walked towards the front door, Watts pulling the door open as Desiree walked out followed by Watts who pulled the door shut. Wow this was a horrible dinner, just what I had expected. I pushed my chair in, walking over to the bar in the corner of the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of CC whiskey and pouring myself half of a cup. I downed it and rolled the glass cup into the sink as I grabbed the keys to my black 2012 Lexus LFA, I needed a drive, to get away a bit. I headed for the door, twirling my keys around the fingers of my right hand, trying to not think about everything horrible that just went down… I couldn’t wait to just fucking leave America again and get my ass in Saudi Arabia... as weird as that sounded.. I exhaled as I made my way out of the house and towards my white beauty of a car...

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Scene Two
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I rubbed my hands together, they were a bit moist from the dry heat inside of this room. I looked around the room for a few seconds, a cream leather couch was pushed up against the wall to my far right, across from it a clear glass table with a rock base, in the corner of the room was a small black box television, nothing too fancy but it wasn't to bad. Saudi Arabia, I definitely had to go do some sightseeing a bit later. I think... but first I had some business to take care of. I was dressed in a casual white tank top and a pair of blue Nautica jeans. I cracked my knuckles, placing my hands at my side as I looked straight ahead of me. The cameraman asked me if I was ready. I took a deep breath, exhaling as I ran my right hand back through my long hair.I nodded my head and I gave him a thumbs up and after a long second or two, he pressed the red record button. On air, again. I smirked, looking straight ahead at the camera. I just stared for a few seconds, not saying anything... taking one more deep breath as I began to speak.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"R.O.A.R… the Rebels on a Rampage...sounds intimidating, yeah… not so much. What is so special about these two, eh? Everyone seems to be so into them, the SCW seems to give them so many chances, so much publicity… but I mean, have you fucking seen either of these two in the ring? It’s ridiculous, it’s hard to watch… it makes me feel like I am back in wrestling school, watching the new kids who can’t complete a simple suplex on their opponent. So these motherfuckers are big, woohoo... great for them The one is 6'6 and 245 pounds... wow, pretty big eh? Talk about scrawny as fuck. Watts is 3 inches shorter, and 3 pounds heavier, all solid muscle too… these so called Tiger monsters need to hit the gym, maybe beef up a bit, it’s too easy to snap one of their small lanky limbs in half. So BIG Tiger, you need to hit the gym man… because you really aren’t that big. As for Dark Tiger, oh… fancy 7’1, a real monster eh? Supposed to be so fucking scary, so fucking bad… Dark Tiger, sounds intimidating, ha. At least you have a little bit more meat than your buddy over there, don't you Mr. Beast of Darkness... but that is not all you have now is it? You also seem to have some bad luck when it comes to being in the same ring with me and Watts. I mean, Watts finished you off with the Highlight a few months ago, and last week I smashed your face in with a special chair variation of the Welcome to Las Vegas... and trust me, this week, I will have no problem welcoming you to Las Vegas once again… over… and over… and over… until your face is as flat as a fucking cooking sheet."

I smirked, I didn't give a damn how bad I hurt my opponents as long as I walked out with the victory which is all that matters. So far in SCW I have done a pretty damn good job at coming out on top... I don't mean in my ONE match either, I mean in general... taking out the Tag Team Champions, dominating Old Skool, and costing Dark Tiger the victory... I have been on top of my game, and I didn't plan on letting that change.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Then there are our special guest commentators, how wonderful… we get to be graced by the greatness of the SCW World Tag Team Champions. The team of.. wait, oh yeah, they aren’t even a real time, are they?  Just a couple of randoms who were thrown together and got a bit lucky against a shit team like ROAR and ended up as the SCW World Tag Team Champions. Steve Ramone, aka the man who is so into himself that it is not even funny… don’t get me wrong, I am just as into myself… but you see, I can actually back it up. I have been following Sin City Wrestling since Watts signed his contract here, and I have seen nothing impressive from Mr. Ramone, nothing at all… this dude honestly is just… garbage. And then there is his partner, Joshua Acquin. HUGE win last week eh? What a fucking match those two put on, right? I mean what a fucking win, Joshua Acquin really did a great fucking job at taking down Dark Tiger… oh… oh wait a second. That’s right, he didn’t. You’re welcome Joshua, you just kept going at it, over and over… trying, and trying… and you couldn’t taken down Dark Tiger, sad really. Because in one fucking move, I knocked the so called GIANT the fuck out...and I basically handed you the win, you’re welcome. SCW World Tag Team Champions eh? More like a big… and overconfident… ridiculous joke to me."

I tugged my shirt, adjusting it as I turned my focus back to the camera, a confident look in my eyes. This match was definitely big and I wasn't going to let anybody take this chance away from me, especially a couple of nobodies with a confidence boost because they finally have some gold around their waists.

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"People have been coming up to me… arrogant, ignorant… and idiotic people. Asking me stupid questions, what kind of questions? Questions like: what have I done besides assist Watts in my career? Why would I trust a man who just turned his back on the people who trusted him the most? Am I okay with being carried to the top by Watts? Am I okay with being the man who boosts Watts to the top, watching him shine? These questions just make me laugh because Watts won't be the only one who is the talk of Danger Zone. Watts won't be known as the man who carries Danger Zone and gives them a big name, making them look good, boosting Alexander to the top. Watts has done his share of work here in SCW, and he has shined… over the last few weeks though, we have taken down everyone who stood in our way… we have taken down the SCW World Tag Team Champions… we have taken down random challenges… Watts has already defeated ROAR once… and last week Watts took down the so called unstoppable Lord Raab.. But Watts doesn't get full credit for all of that, and why? Because I have been right there, kicking ass with him… of course, he took down Raab single handedly… but I took down Old Skool single handedly as well, now didn’t  I? This week we get to be in the ring together, for the first time in over 5 years. The SCW universe is about to see something that they have never seen before. They are about to experience a sight that will be imprinted into their brains, and never again forgotten. No SCW fan will forget the SCW debut of what one day will be looked at as the MOST DOMINANT tag team in the history of SCW. And it won’t be JUST WATTS who shines... I'll turn heads, I'll break heads and I'll gain the respect that I deserve, and anyone who thinks otherwise… you can just wait, and see."

I cracked a small smirk, looking straight ahead, taking a few steps closer to the cameras. Not a whole lot running through my mind, I was calm and confident. Many would consider that the best form to be in with a match coming up, i just considered it normal...

✦ Ethan Alexander ✦
"Oh, and if anyone thinks that ROAR stands a chance against Watts and myself this Sunday, you need to get yourself checked out… because you are either on some really good drugs, or you are straight up crazy. Danger Zone is officially in SCW, and there isn't a damn thing anybody can do to stop us… recommendations? Stay the fuck out of our way… it’s only a matter of time before Danger Zone are the SCW World Tag Team Champions… Steve Ramone, Joshua Acquin, Big Tiger, Dark Tiger, Light Tiger, and any other kind of Tiger that SCW throws our way…. you’ll all become SINS… because every time I step into that ring, I have two goals… win...and... SIN…!"

I walked over to the camera, giving it a quick smirk as I pushed the stop button before the cameraman could. He gave me a dirty look and I flipped him the bird, I didn't care what he thought. I opened the door and exited into the corridor. This was going to be one hell of a good time, Watts and Alexander reuniting in the ring, Danger Zone in its first Tag Team match since 2009... oh I couldn't wait... SCW, you have no idea what the fuck is coming your way, just wait... just wait.
 
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