[Christian Underwood]

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First RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 11/12/2016
England: 04:59am Sunday 11/13/2016

[Calvin Harris]

 

“WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER”
SCENE ONE

Twenty four hours ago on the final Climax Control before the big “High Stakes” supercard that was right around the corner. One of Sin City Wrestling’s newest stars in the form of “The Martyr” himself, Calvin Harris had gone to the ring. In going to the ring, he proceeded to grab a microphone and in doing so he put the company on noticed. He voiced his opinion and let it be known he belonged in a ring. Not sitting on the side lines. Not sitting in a locker room. And let it be known if something didn’t change, then Sin City Wrestling would lose one of the best to come through the company just as quickly as they had gained him.

Well that was just a statement that was made little over twenty four hours ago and from the looks of it. His statement stood out in a big way. Calvin was sitting comfortably on the sofa of his home with his cell phone in hand. More specifically he was checking into the card for Sin City Wrestling’s “High Stakes” event. A card that sure enough had his name on it. Granted, it wasn’t as good of a match that it could have been. It wasn’t like he was getting the chance to compete for a championship or anything like that. Yet, in his mind he should have been. At the same time he did get what he wanted. That was pleasing enough.

“What’s with the smirk?”

That familiar voice had caught the man off guard. He was quick to look over his phone to see the woman he was set to marry looking right at him with her hand on her thick hips.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Being selfish and staring at nice boobs without sharing with me?

Her lips spread into a grin. A slight roll of Calvin’s eyes.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
Negative ghost rider. I already know that if I didn’t share, you’d just go through my phone when I was asleep.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
I have never gone through your phone. I’m not that insecure and in reality. I don’t need you to share. I got plenty of girls that would show me their nice boobs. I wouldn’t even need to ask for it.

Her smirk got a little bigger. Calvin looked at her with this rather unamused look on his face, but he was quick to change up the conversation swaying it away from the current.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
To be more serious, I was looking at a text message I just got.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Must have been something serious to get that kind of reaction out of you.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
Let’s just put it like this. I am a man that always ends up getting what I want. I simply love it when a plan comes together and that’s what has happened. My plan has worked out wonderfully.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Uh... you act like I pay attention to what’s going on in your life. Care to fill me in?

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
Tell me why we’re getting married again?!

He looked right at her with a set of narrowed eyes. Granted Nova’s words were stated in a light hearted nature. That much was a given.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Because I’m cute? I give really good head? I can cook? I make my own money? Do I need to go on love?

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
ANYWAY ... I wasn’t placed in a match at Climax Control last night. Therefore I hit the ring and I did what I did best. I spoke up. I let my mouth do all the talking. I let it be known that Sin City Wrestling needs me, way more than I need them. Openly on national television, I let it be known I didn’t have a problem walking out and going somewhere else.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Yeah, because leaving a wrestling company is an option right now after how horrible Pure Amusement Wrestling handled things with their talent and the way they closed.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
We knew they were unprofessional and shady as hell. Easily, I could leave and get signed to a different company the same day. My name speaks for itself. That being said though, Sin City Wrestling saw I wasn’t bullshitting and proceeded to give me what I wanted. They’ve put me in a match at their pay per view High Stakes on the Twentieth.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
And that’s enough to have you beaming like a little kid on Christmas? Wow, you’re pretty simply to keep happy.

Her tone was a little mocking. Calvin just shot her a bit of a look, being sure not to let her get under his skin with comments. One thing about the two that people would see. They loved each other but at the same time they really knew how to get under one another’s skin.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Please tell me it’s a match that’s actually worth a damn. Because that whole Glow in the Dark match was just a waste of your time.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
The concept was stupid. I’ll give you that and being in the ring with Caleb Houston was a complete waste of my time, but it gave me the chance to get my name out there before all those rejects that Sin City Wrestling refers to as fans. And as far as this match goes. I’ll be honest it could have been better, but it’s still an opportunity.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Could have been better? Let me take a wild guess here and assume they put you against someone that doesn’t have any credibility to their name?

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
You’d pretty much hit the nail on the head.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Well just kind of observing their roster. I can’t say that I’m the least bit surprised.

A shrug escaped Nova’s shoulders as she certainly seemed to be keeping it real in this very moment.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
It doesn’t matter though. I’m going to do exactly the same thing to Dax that I did to Caleb. I’m going to run right through him and leave him out cold in the center of the ring.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Considering that his parents named him Dax. That’s one of the nicest things you could do to him seeing as he escaped abortion.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
Damn babe, a little snug are we?

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
You wouldn’t have me any other way.

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
That’s very true.

At that second Nova reached out pulling the man’s cellphone out of his hand and tossed it down on the sofa beside him. Just as quickly as she had pulled it free from his hands. She had planted herself firmly in his lap. Her thick thighs resting on his and her hand tugging at his beard some to make her look her in the eyes.

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
Now that you know that you’re beating up a nobody on a pay per view most people probably won’t care to watch. Can you do the boyfriend thing now and get me the attention I deserve?

t h e m a r t y r
CALVIN ★  HARRIS
Well I...

t h e w o n d e r g i r l
NOVA ★ WONDER
That was a rhetorical question, Calvin.

Her lips planted against his while at the same time she forced his hands to grab a hold of her thick hips. Nova would have appeared to have a plan all along herself. A plan that was going to get her exactly what she wanted one way or the other. Something that she and Calvin clearly had in common with one another. People that were manipulative and people that were willing to do anything they possibly could to get their way turned out to be people that were very-very successful. In just a few weeks from now it would be seen if the way The Martyr did things turned out to be a success for him or not, but it would seem that at this moment he had more pressing matters at hand.

“THE STAKES DON’T GET HIGHER”
SCENE TWO

Cue the cameras fading in at that very moment to a live feed. In doing so it became very clear that the cameras found themselves inside a casino of some kind. That much was given thanks to the focus of the live feed being on a Poker table. More importantly the cameras were focused on a sharp suit wearing Calvin Harris. His hair was pulled into a manbun, that suit popped with snazz, and his eyes were focusing on the center of the table with the cards starting to be handed out to him as well as his opponents. Without focusing on the cameras he began to speak.

“Dax Beckett...”

Reaching out at the cards dealt to him. Pulling them to him and flipping them just so he could see what they were. A sly smirk crossing his lips.

“It has been made official that the two of us are going to meet each other this Sunday at High Stakes live in Los Angeles, California. From what I understand kid, you’ve been hoping. You’ve been praying. You’ve been begging and you’ve been pleading to get a contract with Sin City Wrestling. Being signed with them and getting to wrestle for them has seemed to be your lifeline. It has seemed to be the thing that has kept you going. It has seemed to be the only thing that you’ve ever wanted to accomplish in life. Which honestly is kind of sad if you ask me, but then again I’m a man that sees more to life than what you apparently see.”

A small little shrug of his shoulders was seen for that brief moment.

“Well you ended up getting what you wanted. You’ve got your contract with Sin City Wrestling and you’re going to be having your first match at a pay per view. That’s a pretty big deal for someone someone that’s considered a rookie. I remember my first match in a big named company. It took place on a pay per view as well, but my debut was just a little bigger than what yours will be. For I was a man that got to compete for a championship in my first match. You didn’t get that opportunity, and that was the wisest decision that SCW could have made. After all there’s nothing truly special when it comes to you, Dax. Well that’s just my own opinion. There’s a very good chance that SCW sees things a little differently.”

Calvin’s eyes were focusing on the cards before him. All of the sudden he picked up one of his cards out of his hand and laid it down on the table. Quickly the dealer at the table tossed a card in Calvin’s direction. His fingertips finished pulling it over to him before he picked it up and placed it in his hand.

“I look at you and I can’t say that I am the least bit impressed. Sure, you might be over six foot tall. You might be over two hundred pounds. You might look like you’ve hit the gym a couple times a year while being sure to juice up on your off days. You might be covered in tattoos and you might even have the reputation of being a bit of a douchebag, but at the end of the day. None of that means anything to me. At the end of the day none of that sticks out in my mind. At the end of the day none of that gives me even the slightest reason to take you seriously. And since we’re being honest here Dax. I don’t see myself ever being a situation where I ever take you seriously. If that’s something that gets under your skin. If that’s something that bothers you. If that’s something that makes you feel some type of way, then I highly suggest that you get the hell over it!”

His lips remained in that arrogant smirk of his, as his eyes hadn’t bothered to leave the cards in his hand. Everyone else around the table were starting to toss a couple of their chips into the middle of the table. Seemed they had become confident in their own hands.

“The moment that you are in the middle of the ring with me and that bell rings. Your lifelong dream is going to turn into one of the biggest -- if not -- the biggest nightmare that you’ve ever gone through. In that moment the bell rings, I am going to deliver the promise that I just made at Climax Control. I am going to see to it that the person I got in the ring with next didn’t end up leaving the ring on their own two feet. I am going to see to it that the person that I was in the ring with next leaves on a stretcher. I am going to make sure that the person I was in the ring with next no longer has a professional wrestling career, and I know it kind of sucks for you. This isn’t something that you signed up for. This isn’t something that you expected. This isn’t something that even seems to be remotely fair to you. But at the same time life isn’t fair and the sooner you understand that, the better off you’re going to be.”

Calvin’s words were a little harsh. Very much to the point that there was a good chance that when it got back to Dax it was going to get under his skin as he said. Then again if he did as Calvin said he needed to go ahead and get over it.

“Don’t get it twisted Dax. I get it, you carry yourself with a bit of an attitude. You carry yourself with this mindset that you’re one of the biggest and baddest dudes on the planet. After all you’re a thirty something year old man that still thinks he’s a college frat boy. While I never went to college. I’m very much aware of how those meatheads carry themselves. They just think that they are in invincible and they can knock out anyone that ever steps before them. Now anyone is usually a nerd that’s never been in a fight a day in his life. But rest assured this much Dax. I’m far from a nerd and it doesn’t matter to me how bad you think you are. I’ve been doing this wrestling thing long enough to know that I’m not going to have any issues wrestling circles around you.

Hell, I don’t even have any issues with throwing the whole wrestling logic out the window and throwing hands with you. I’m the furthest thing from a bitch. In the ring or in a fight, no matter how you want to put it. I am a man that knows how to carry himself. Carrying myself is what I intend to do when we’re in the ring. Believe me when I tell you Dax. You might hit me, but I’m going to hit you harder. You might land a couple of good kicks, but I know my kicks are going to leave way more sting. You might end up getting lucky and knock me down, but even if you knock me down. You’re not going to keep me down, but rest assured when I do get back up. When I do get my hands on you, when I do manage to knock you down. You’re not going to get back up.”

Shaking his head a little bit from side to side. At the same time Calvin found himself taking the entire pile of chips that he had sitting next to him and pushing them towards the center of the poker table essentially going “all in” with that moment. His eyes left the poker table long enough to look at the cameras for just a moment.

“This pay per view is called High Stakes for a reason. Everyone that’s in a match find themselves in a situation where stakes are very high for them. Whether it be competing for a championship or competing to earn a championship. Or even a matter of where they are competing to put an end to a feud that’s been going on for months. However the stakes don’t get any higher than what they are when it comes to our match, Dax. You’re literally competing to keep your career alive. You’re competing to make sure that this match doesn’t turn out to be your first as well as your last. You’re competing to see that I don’t end up being right, but truth be told Dax. You don’t have it in you and you’re going to be a man that folds under pressure!”

With a quick flick of his wrist Calvin revealed his hand to the people at the table. He had a full house when it came to his cards which quickly garnered a negative response from those that were at the table. Lots of groans could be heard as people slammed their cards down on the table out of frustration. It was a dead giveaway that they had lost the game. Calvin’s smirk stayed plastered across his lips before pushing himself up from the table. His words were going to carry him into the match. They were words that would truly be remembered, but words and actions were two different things. All eyes were going to be on the Martyr to see if he was a man that could back up what he said and delivered when the spotlight was on.

[Dax Beckett]

 



Who is Daxton Oliver Beckett?




Dax Beckett is the latest sensation sweeping the nation.  Dax Beckett is real.  Like, one hundred percent real.  When you click on a link to listen to this rude, crude, screwed and tattooed motherfucker, you better be expecting to hear the most raw form of the truth that there is.  If not, click that back button before you get offended.  If you are faint of heart, turn away from the screen and slowly back away, because I refuse to censor myself.  If you have a problem with anything that I say or do, then please take those concerns, write them down on a little piece of paper.  Put that piece of paper inside of an envelope.  Lick a stamp, and slap that fucker on that envelope.  Stick that envelope in a mailbox, and… wait never mind.  Shove that envelope straight up your ass because fuck you.


Now that we got that shit outta the way, hopefully most of you are still with me.  Ah, who am I kidding.  I don’t really care that much, honestly.


Okay, so let me give you a little information about me that might be helpful to you, Calvin Harris.  I don’t scare easily.  I typically don’t give a fuck about anything, like anything at all.  You can love me, which is what most people do, because I’m a stud.  You can hate me, which happens when people get jealous of all of this.  It doesn’t bother me, because I’m always gonna do me.  Momma didn’t raise no bitch, and that’s the motto that I live my life by.


I grew up in Anaheim, California.  It was like a prison of mediocrity.  Every morning, my mom did the June Cleaver act, bacon and eggs, fresh squeezed orange juice, and some smiley face pancake bullshit.  She plastered on a fake smile.  My dad read his paper, and complained when the Ducks lost, which was pretty much every day during NHL season, like it mattered at all.  We dressed up in our cookie cutter clothes that looked like everybody else’s, and we all jumped into our gas guzzling SUV’s and went to work and school, five days a week, sometimes more for my parents.  It probably doesn’t sound that bad, but it was boring AF.  The monotony of it all was just too much.


April 20th, 2009, there was something funny in the air.  I can’t put my finger on it, but it might have had something to do with the grass I smoked before school.  Mixed with some other shit, I guess.  I had a mental breakdown at school.  My parents like to say that I dropped out, but I pretty much got told to fuck up on out of there for good.  Instead of making me go to some private school, wasting a bunch of money just to make me miserable, they let me fly free.  They told me that I always had a bed to sleep in, but that I needed to nurture my free spirit.  In short, I slept in a lot of weird places just so that I could experience the world.


After sleeping in a dumpster behind a Waffle Shack a few miles north of Venice Beach, I was discovered by the most prestigious fight club on the face of the planet… bumfights.com.  I earned enough money to get a van and travel across the country.  At the age of 18, I was an internet sensation, and the world’s sexiest bum alive according to the Thrifty Nickel ads column I found in a laundromat somewhere in KC MO.  I realized I made the big time.  I called a bunch of people in the UFC, but they told me that I couldn’t jump off the top ropes with a frog splash, because there is no ropes.  I told them “Fuck you, prick” and I kept calling people.  Finally, someone asked me why I don’t just try to wrestle.  The next thing I know, I’m wrestling in the weirdest venues ever.  Most of my matches had me wrestling in a kiddie pool filled with mud while middle aged men threw money at me.


Yeah, I know how that sounds looking back on it.  How could you be so stupid, Dax?  It took me about three months, and a lonely Japanese businessman who thought he was taking me home to be his husband, to realize that Boxers and Briefs was not an underwear business that owned the building before HNMW took over the property.  So, I’m legally married in Japan, and no, that marriage isn’t consummated or whatever..  But, it turns out that Japan has some pretty kickass wrestling promotions.  Who knew?  Apparently everyone but me.  My man-wife Gen-ichi Yota-Beckett knew some wrestlers pretty well, and they helped me break into the business.  I slept with a lot of Japanese broads, but I also learned a lot about the business.  It’s a very honored tradition in Japan.  Here, we have Football and Baseball, but wrestling is their thing over there.


So, I’m doing some Indy work, checking things out, and feeling kind of homesick.  How ironic was it that some American promotion rolls through town, with some pretty respected named on the roster?  It really got me thinking when I saw the crowds going crazy over some red-headed troll doll for being a third generation wrestler for two minutes.  I could do this back home, and maybe sleep in a hotel instead of a laundromat, or in a mattress on the floor with Gen-ichi!  Their rosters were full, and no one else was interested in a white, Japanese trained wrestler, with a beard of a true champion.  I gave up until I actually got to go to Into the Void V.  I knew I had to do work, son.  I worked hard, but I made it.  Here I am.  And I’m ready to fuck shit up… Dax Fax…</color>




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Patchouli and Pizza
#NP "”Light My Fire” by The Doors
Mesa Pizza Co; Santa Barbara, California




Signing with SCW was the greatest thing that could have happened for me.  I never would have had the opportunity to meet this beautiful woman that I’m sharing a pie with right now.  Not that it was easy.  Rarely do I apologize to anyone, because I feel like what I say comes from a place of truth, whether it’s in the heat of the moment or not.  I mean, look at her.  She’s got the bluest eyes anyone has ever seen, and the softest, silkiest, most beautiful hair.  Even while eating the least attractive food in the world, her lips practically beg to be kissed.  I feel like a total douchebag, but I can’t really listen to her while she’s speaking, because I’m just so taken by her.  I do my best to keep up with the conversation, but she’s cast a spell on me.</color>


Celeste:  Hello?  Are you even listening to me?</color>


I’m brought back to reality, even though there are a few golden sparkles still in her hair that try to capture my attention.  I’m probably smiling like a real nerd, because I’m having trouble talking, and that shit never happens to me.  I’m really digging this chick.</color>


Me:  I’m trying.  Honestly, I am, but it’s hard.</color>


Celeste:  You know what?  I’m not surprised.  I’m actually ashamed.  I fell for this act of yours, just like I do with every tattooed rude boy.  I’m an idiot...</color>


She starts gathering her things, and I’m dumbfounded.  Can’t she see the longing in my eyes like a fucking Shakespeare fool willing to go to death for her?  Okay, maybe not that far, but yeah…  She throws her phone in her purse, and she grabs her leather jacket as she begins to put it on.  She reaches into her purse and pulls out her wallet, throwing down a couple bills.</color>


Celeste:  There’s a lot of willing girls in SCW, just like little miss Remi.  You two can fight over whose number three spot is better filled by the other.  I’m out of here.</color>


Speechless?  Me?  Really?  I can’t figure it out.  I always got some shit to say, especially when some broad insults me by insulting herself.  I find myself stroking my beard like I’m some thirteen year old awkward kid stuck in the body of a gorgeous tattooed god.  She turns to walk away, and I do the only thing that I can think of doing.  I go to push her money to the ground, but in my blind fury, I know basically everything off of the table, breaking glasses, and dumping perfectly good pizza on the floor.  I don’t fucking care!</color>


Me:  I can’t listen to someone who drives me so fucking crazy that I can’t see straight!  I don’t hear the words coming out of your mouth because your voice is like a goddamn sirens song.  Yeah, I’m smart enough to know what the hell a siren is, and it’s not just some pink haired slut’s finisher!</color>


This gets her attention, because she turns around, and she looks like she wants to smack the taste out of my fucking mouth.  My chest is heaving because I’m pissed.  I’m seeing red all around her.  She takes one step closer to me, and I do what I said I would never do.  I put my hands on her as I drag her closer to me with force.  I look in her face, and I don’t give a shit who is staring at us.</color>


Me:  How the FUCK do you expect me to be able to pay attention to what you’re saying when you flash those ocean eyes at me like that?  How do you expect me to concentrate on anything you have to say when you take that loose piece of silk you call hair, and tuck it behind your ear?  In what world do you expect me to listen when that patchouli oil fills my nose like a… I don’t know, I’m not a fucking poet!  You either drive me deaf by making me drink in your beauty, or you make me blind listening to your angelic fucking voice!  That’s who I am, and if you can’t get over how much I feel like I need you, then let me detox you out of my system and find another addiction!</color>


She is feisty, and I admit that I like it.  She throws my hands off of her, and then she slaps me across the face.  I pop my jaw back into place, and I look down at her.  This is dangerous for me, so I walk away, but not before I pull a couple bills from my pocket and throw it down on the bare table.  I step outside, almost embarrassed at how much this girl got to me.  She’s fucking punk rock, and she’s just my kind of girl, but she’s not worth running around, looking like a pussy-whipped son of a bitch.  Fuck her!  She drove, because I didn’t think my little gypsy van would do me any favors, so I just start walking down the street, making the long trek toward the beach.  I need to get her out of my head before I start craving her again.  My steel toed boots hammer the pavement as I march along, pissed off.  I don’t even notice the car tracing me.  I just focus on how I’m gonna blow off some steam with Calvin Harris in two weeks.  That’s what deserves my focus right now.  Not some chick who has been hurt by way too many guys to ever trust another one again.  One that with the cute and unique shaped lips that make me think about nothing more than kissing them.  Nah, fuck that.  I’m gonna think about kicking this stringy haired bastard’s ass all around that six sided ring.</color>


Celeste:  Hey asshole!  Get in the car…  Seriously, it’s too cold to be walking around here without your jacket.</color>


I don’t stop walking.  She pissed me off, and I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of winning this wild stallion over again.  I just keep walking down the hill, toward the beach.  She’s right though, in California, this is almost parka wearing weather, but I can take it, even if my nipples could cut diamonds right now.  She’s persistent though as she keeps on following me.  She pulls up right beside me as she rolls the window down further.</color>


Celeste:  Look, what you said back there felt real.  I’m not used to being told that I’m beautiful.  I can’t help that it’s taking a bit of getting used to.  Would you stop acting so butthurt and just get in the car?</color>


Me:  Nah, Peaches.  You’re just a distraction to me, and I’m sure looking as good as I do, that I’m a distraction to you as well.  Maybe it’s best that we just call it off right now.  You got a title, and I’m so good, I’m sure I’ll have one soon enough too.  But, that’s not gonna happen if we keep distracting each other.  Plus,, Daxton Oliver Beckett doesn’t chase girls.  He doesn’t make a fool of himself inside of restaurants with girls, because he’s above that.</color>


Celeste stops the car, pulling off to the side of the road, right in front of me.  She puts it in park and turns off the engine, getting out of the car.  She walks right up to me, and as I keep walking, she keeps right up with me.</color>


Celeste:  You sound almost as conceited as Delia Darling, and I hope you know that isn’t a compliment.  Look, I just want to talk to you.  It’s not like I’m asking for your hand in marriage or anything.</color>


I shake my head as we continue walking toward the beach.  She tries to talk to me, but my focus is somewhere else entirely.  As we make it down to the sand, off in the distance is a small bonfire.  I walk toward it, and as we get closer, there is a woman playing violin.  Celeste looks to me for a moment as if I planned it, and I shake my head.</color>


Me:  This wasn’t me.  But, it is my luck to walk into something like this.  I might not have much, but fortune always seems to smile down on me.  That, mixed with my good looks and awesome personality, I’d say I must be blessed.</color>


I look down to my crotch, and Celeste almost seems grossed out at the thought.  In a way, I kind of hope that she gets fed up and leaves, because I’m scared as shit of where this might go if I don’t push her away.  She gives me a light, yet somehow still quite painful, smack to the nuts, and I go down like a 747, crash and burn.  She laughs at my misfortune.</color>


Celeste:  Yeah, that doesn’t seem very fortunate to me.</color>


Me:  You… must not have… ugh, taken time to… savor… it...</color>


My voice is strained as I try to pick myself up from the ground.  She puts out her hand for me to take, but I insist on getting up all on my own.  Despite the pain, I wink at her, and I can tell that she knows exactly what I’m talking about, because there is a fire in her eyes that wasn’t there a few seconds ago.  But, that might be because the bonfire is like ten feet away.</color>


Celeste:  I’m going to be brutally honest with you.  You… you’re my type, no questions asked.  Minus the beer gut, you are what I go for.  But, that is exactly why I’m skeptical of you.  My type is not good for me.  They treat me like shit.  They lie to me.  They talk down to me.  The fire is always hot at first, but I always wind up burned.  You seem like just another third degree burn to me.</color>


Me:  That’s pretty fucking unfair to me, though.  You are projecting all of your insecurities from the assholes of your past onto me.  It’s not my fault that you didn’t have the guts to tell them to shape the fuck up.  You seem like the kinda girl who is more than capable of standing up for herself, who don’t take bullshit from anybody.  If you didn’t ball smack those bastards, then it kinda seems like that should be on you and not me.</color>


Celeste gets pissed off when I say that.  I don’t care though, because it’s the fucking truth.  I stare at her, watching the anger burn inside of her, but it kinda starts to go away.  She looks away from me for a second and she nods her head.</color>


Celeste:  You’re right.  You’re absolutely right.  I’m the one who let guys do that to me.  You weren’t one of them, so I shouldn’t hold that against you, but I’m scared.  I’m so scared, Dax.</color>


Me:  And just because I’m a dude, that means that I’m not allowed to be scared, too?  Fuck that.  I’m scared too.  I never got into a chick long enough to just get lost in her eyes.  It’s like you cast a spell on me.</color>


Celeste:  I am a witch, so I could if I wanted to.</color>


I laugh for a second, but she doesn’t.  I don’t really know what it means at first, because she’s not green, with a big wart on her nose, running around in a black cloak and pointy hat, riding brooms.  It takes me a second before I realize that she really is a witch.  She sees the light bulb go on in my head as she moves in closer to me.</color>


Me:  Wait… seriously?</color>


Celeste:  Yeah… seriously…  Why, is that a problem or something?</color>


I can see a little bit of disappointment in her eyes as she looks down to the ground.  I gotta admit, it’s a little strange to me, but I got an open mind.  I once went to an Asking Alexandria concert.  It sucked, but still…  Anyway, I start to open my mouth to let her know it’s all good, and that’s when her foot catches a dip in the sand, and she falls on top of me.  We fall behind a rock, and I stare up at her as the light of the moon reflects off of her.  I run my hands up her sides and to her shoulders.  I gently bring her forward as she wraps her arms around my neck, laughing.  She leans in a little more, and I look into her eyes from beyond the shadows.  I could stare there for days, man.  I would have too, but that’s when she presses her lips against mine, and I swear they taste like strawberries and cream.  Ah, damn… a true gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell… or is it bang and brag?  Either way, bruh, I’m not going any further.  Let your perverted imagination run wild, but this conversation is over…</color>



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#NP "Hail To the King” by Avenged Sevenfold
On the Road; Palm Springs




So check it.  Me and Celeste have been hitting it off pretty fucking good.  We spent most of the last week and a half together.  She helped me get my shit together with my signing bonus, so that I could set myself up in some decent hotel room just outside of Los Angeles.  The bed is pretty sweet, but anything is better than the van I travel in.  I got a full tank of gas, and a whole day free from the strict training I been doing.  Celeste and I drove pretty much all day, and we found a sick scenic route in Palm Springs, and we spent the day driving through the back desert roads, listening to some old school rock music.  She lets her feet dangle out of the window, and her sunglasses perched on her face as the springy curls of her hair blow in the wind.  I look over at her, and I notice that she’s sleeping.  I nod my head as I look up to the camera mounted near the window.  I reach up with one hand and press record.</color>


*Rec*


Dax is seen on screen, his sunglasses raised up on his forehead, and the long hair on top fluttering in the wind.  He is wearing a wifebeater that shows off his lightly hairy chest, and the many tattoos on his arms and shoulders.  He raises his eyebrows as he looks for the blinking red light.  Once he is sure he is recording, he pulls the cigarette from between his lips, exhaling the smoke slowly before letting it rest in the ashtray of the van.


Dax:  Suhhh bruh?  Daxton Oliver Beckett here, but all the cool kids call me Dax.  I had this camera installed in my van for a couple of reasons.  First, it was because I was gonna start the first ever vehicular Karaoke Youtube channel.  When that didn’t work out, I was gonna start my own Xtube channel, but it turns out that banging a chick on camera without her consent is against the law… who knew, righ?


Dax shrugs his shoulders as if this were the most ludicrous suggestion ever.  He shakes his head, but partially to get some of his hair out of his face as he continues to speed down the deserted road.


Dax:  But then, a brilliant idea struck me.  Why not do a road cam promo video.  Nobody does that.  That’s one hundred.  I’m honestly not that worried about Calvin Harris, but I am an artist inside of that ring.  I am an innovation to the world of wrestling.  Gesu yarō as they say in Japan.  Or is it Inobētā?  One of them is innovator, and the other is asshole.  I got called both during my time there.  Yeah, I was so good that even Japan cheered me on.  Truth bombs, bruh.


Dax squints his eyes as the sun comes upon his face.  He gently brings his sunglasses down over his eyes as he adjusts himself in the driver's seat.  The vast desert community before his very eyes as he continues on.


Dax:  I’m not some rookie who can get pushed around by some dude holding a championship up in the air from some company that doesn’t even fucking matter.  In Japan, we laugh at people who feel the need to show off shit like that.  If you wanna prove that you can be a champ, bruh, then prove it by, I don’t know, being good at what you do?  Prove it by acting like you give a shit.  Don’t expect some pre-existing reputation do all the work for you, because trust me, your reputation is a fucking joke, man.


Dax licks at his thumb in an arrogant manner as he fusses with his beard.  He looks into the mirror to check that it’s all in place.


Dax:  Most people I’ve heard from on Twitter are begging me to kick your ass.  I don’t care too much about why they want me to do that, but my guess is that you’re a fucking asshole.  Not just an asshole, but a fucking asshole.  Wrestlers and fans who don’t even know who the fuck I am are taking it to the DM to tell me that I need to stomp you out before you even get uploaded to the servers, man.  That’s bad, because no one gives a shit about me here in the US.  They don’t know me, and I haven’t even made it to their screens unless they’re checking out Indy Japan stuff on Youtube.  I’m not even on their radar, because you’re the lucky one who might have been able to go into this contest with the advantage of being known.  But you’re known for all the wrong reasons.  I built up a fast fan base strictly because people fucking detest you, bruh.  That…


Dax grins widely as he tries not to outwardly laugh, but he can’t hold it in entirely as he lets loose with a bit of an uproarious chuckle that wakes up SCW’s Bombshell Roulette Champion for a second.


Dax:  … that’s fucked up.  I could be an even bigger asshole than you are for all they know, but they are putting all of their faith in me to take you down before you even start in SCW.  They wish that I would murder you hard and slow, just for the satisfaction of knowing that you’re such a terrible person that you will definitely go straight to hell and get skull fucked by the most detested souls to ever have walked the earth.  That’s a real quote from a DM from…


Dax pulls out his cell phone, thumbing through his DM’s.  He shrinks back a bit as he looks dead at the display picture of the one to DM him.


Dax:  Equinox?  Eye dee kay man, he kinda looks like something that escaped from hell, so maybe he just wants a little bit of a beard job from you, Cal.  Who could blame him, though, right?  I mean, you are the best thing going over in Victory Wrestling, righ, righ?  Wait, they haven’t even had their first match yet?  But, you’re gonna run that place, right?  Who wouldn’t want a little piece of that sweet stuff?  Apparently anybody who comes into contact with you, or your online personality.  You’re a fucking waste, man.  Since you think people know all about you, you didn’t think it was important to tell people about yourself.  Maybe it’s because I spent time in Japan where wrestling is actually a thing, I’ve never heard of you.  I had to do a little bit of research, and it appears than one hundred percent of Twitter hates you.  Again, people are begging me to disembowel you inside of the ring and wear your torso as a hat.  They are asking me to throw your severed limbs into the crowd so that they can chow down on them like rabid, starving wolves.  It’s almost like the time the producers of Saw three put out a contest for the most brutal ways to kill a human being, only with the passion to see you dead burning brightly in every fucking letter in every single word that they sent me.  I thought people hated Donald Trump, but they fucking loathe you, bruh.


Dax shakes his head as he looks over to see Celeste back asleep in the passenger's seat.  He grins slightly before returning his focus to the road, and the rolling video.


Dax:  That’s the thing though… You do have something that I don’t have.  You have a reputation.  Good or bad, you have one.  All of that is gonna change on Sunday when I beat you in the most honorable way.  I don’t have to pull any dirty shit to beat you.  That is not my style, and I wouldn’t do it.  What kind of reputation would I have if I did?  In six months, people would hate me as much as they hate you.  They wouldn’t respect my skills, and trust me, my skills are legit as fuck.  Did I mention I wrestled in Japan for two years?  That’s like ten years of wrestling in the Western world.  It taught me to respect the sport.  Anyone who doesn’t respect the sport, such as yourself, doesn’t get my respect.  When someone doesn’t get my respect, they get my foot straight up their fucking ass.  That’s where we stand, Calvin.


Dax reaches over and picks up a bottle of water.  Putting it to his lips, he takes a sip before putting it back down in the holder.


Dax:  At High Stakes VI, I’m going to establish myself in this scene, and I’m going to do it by working over some washed up has been from the days of WEW.  People are going to know my name as the one who ran you over like a fucking big rig and crushed your ego into nothing, where it really deserves to be.  The only memory that the fans will have of you after Sunday, is the blood stain ground so deeply into the canvas, that they won’t be able to get rid of it with all the bleach in the world.  And, I guess the memory of being the first to fall to the future king of SCW wouldn’t be the worst accomplishment on your list.


Dax looks over to see Celeste waking up again, but this time, her eyes open up.  She leans off of the seat, bringing her feet back into the vehicle.  She comes in and kisses Dax on the lips as he nods his head to the camera before recomposing himself.


Dax:  Since I got this golden goddess sitting next to me, I’m gonna cut this short.  Sunday, Daxton Oliver Beckett is going to knock the shit out of you, Calvin.  The stakes will be high, but I’m going to fly higher…  Oh, and one last thing.


With that, Dax flips his middle finger at the camera.  Shortly after that, he reaches up and pressed the stop button.


*Stop*


… and what happened next?  Tune in next week to find out all of the Dax Fax.</color>