August 2
There it was.
Finally, after all the months of hard work, dedication, and determination...the proof was in his hands. Everything they had done, everything that had led them to this point...it hadn’t been in vain.
The gold plate shone brightly under the lights as Malachi stared down at it, sweat beading and dripping off of his forehead. He crouched down in the hallway, his back pressed against the cool wall, his heavy breathing echoing in the hallway. His ears were still ringing, so he didn’t hear her voice calling out his name until she was right beside him, and he looked up to see the biggest smile lighting up Bella’s face. Her own belt was clutched tightly against her chest, and she knelt down so that she was eye level with him.
“We finally did it,” she said. “Everything we said, everything we did…” She looked down at her belt, and when she looked back up at him there were tears sparkling in her wide blue eyes.
He reached up and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly to his chest. “Well, I promised you would be a champ before the year was out, didn’t I?”
She laughed a bit, the sound muffled by his chest. She looked up at him, “That you did, but I couldn’t have done it without you though. You were so brilliant out there.”
He smirks at her and leans his head down, forehead to forehead. “I think you were the brilliant one out there. If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now, 20 pounds heavier.”
“At least this time we can celebrate this one properly without the worrying about the potential aftermath of crazy dessert battles.” she says, laughing.
“Truer words have never been spoken,” he quips. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well usually it’d be a long soak in the tub but since we’re currently stuck with just a shower...”
He laughs and pokes at her side a bit. “You party animal.”
She swatted his hand away with a bit of a smirk. “Well there is also always the after party that you know is coming. Wouldn’t kill us to be a little social after all this.”
Mal just leans back, glancing up to the sky with a look of mock anguish. “Oh the life of a champion. Free booze and mingling.”
Bella laughs. “You make it sound like we’re off to the gallows. It’ll be nice to enjoy this ship a little bit more with these titles.”
He just sighs. “Alright...but shower first.”
“I have a feeling we’re gonna be fashionably late to the party.” Bella smirks, giving him a kiss. “If we show at all.”
“Now we’re talking.” he says, holding on to her and standing up with barely any issue and walking off down the hall with her in his arms and their championship titles draped across her lap.
“MAL! I CAN WALK YOU KNOW!”
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August 19
The past couple of weeks had been nothing short of a whirlwind for the new Mixed Tag Team Champions. Between impromptu celebratory parties thrown by their friends, media appearances, and the relentless hounding by Alanah about their wedding plans, Bella and Malachi barely had any time to themselves.
Now that things were slowing down somewhat, they had found that they were booked on the newest Climax Control card, going up against a team that has been quite vocal about our new Champs and the methods they had used to get to this point - Mikah and Kris Ryans, collectively known as “Black Sheep”. A name that Malachi found utterly ridiculous, as we opened this scene with the sight of the male half of Sass n’ Bash reclined on the sofa in his Vegas suite that he shared with his fiancée and their rambunctious Husky pup Luka. Currently, she was asleep on the couch next to her da, while he smirked towards the camera dressed in dark jeans and a fitted black T-shirt.
“You know, I could very well sit here and start this whole thing off with a great big ‘I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO’….but I will show restraint. Besides, I couldn’t give a fiddler’s fuck what the lot of you think. Bella and I went out there and did just what we said we were going to, and now here we sit as the new SCW Mixed Tag Team champions.” He gazed down at his side, where his belt rested proudly on the couch beside him.
“Black Sheep? The hell kind of after-school-special bullshit nickname is that? Then again, shouldn’t exactly be surprised that a couple of dopes whose worst insult against us is ‘oooooh, they’re nothing but a couple of crybabies!’[/i]” He snorted derisively. “Gonna be the Black and Blue Sheep, once Bella and I tear through the two of you shit-for-brains.”
From beside him on the couch, Luka gave a rather loud gruff, showing her opinion of Mal’s terrible joke. He just gave her a sideways glare.
“Shut up, that was funny.”
The pup lifted her head and gave a short, sharp bark at him. He leveled another glare at her and with one more gruff, she laid her head back down on her front paws. Mal just shook his head and gave a roll of his icy blue eyes before fixing them back on the camera in front of him in a cold stare.
“Look, painfully uncreative team name aside, the two of you have done little to nothing to warrant even being on Bella and I’s radar...other than being fuckin’ annoying little shits. You wanna harp on and on about how we ‘bitched and complained’ to get to where we’re at? Call it whatever you want, but the fact of the matter is, it got us what we wanted. Our rightfully deserved title shot, without any interference or dead weight. We said from day fuckin’ one that if it was just Wolfslair versus us, we would take those belts.” He reached over to his side and brought the belt up beside him, holding it aloft. “And we did exactly what we said we would. Not taking anything away from Jones and Krieger. They damn sure made us earn these belts at the supercard. But we had already been through the fire before then...and came out stronger than ever. If you two shitheels think you won’t have that same type of trial, then you need to get one thing through your empty heads. Bella and I, we’re just going to keep getting better and better. We’re going to make the division evolve around us, and you have 2 choices: A. You either step up and evolve with us or B. You get left in the dust.”
With a final glare to the camera and a thumb drawn across his throat in his signature gesture, he sat back on the couch, draping his championship across his waist as the scene cut suddenly to black.
OOC: I am so sorry this is shit. Work has had me drained this week and I just couldn't get motivated.
