[R.O.A.R.]

 Yo, Whassup everybody?!  You know what time it is.  Things have been wild in the Sin City Wrestling these few weeks.  The European Tour has been mad crazy!!  I got to see the little one growing in my Aunt Lady's belly during her ultrasound, and that was... just... all kinds of amazing!  I still can't believe I'm about to have a new cousin!   But not only that...  Titles have changed hands!!  And my baby's friend, Raynin even won the Bombshell World Title!  And I have to admit... seeing her win the title has sparked something within me.

You see, this week on Climax Control, we're in Milan, Italy... and R.O.A.R. has a Tag Team Title shot against The Surf Boys.  And after this upcoming Sunday Night, there will be another set of titles changing hands.  Cause I KNOW... My Uncle Seb and I are gonna walk out of Club Alcatraz as the newest Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions.  But before that...  Some other shit took place...  So let me tell you what's up..

The flight to Milan was peaceful.  We all just sat back and chilled as we took a private jet into the city.  Uncle Seb had gotten it when he found out about Aunt Lady's condition, cause he didn't want her to have to miss her appointments, and have to wait on tickets to fly back when she needed.  It was kinda wild to be able to not have to deal with the insanity of flying on a commercial jet.  We had our meals prepared by  personal chef before we left and everything, so it was all kinds of awesome.  

We'd landed pretty early in the morning, so we headed to our hotels.  We'd just gotten settled, when My baby got a phone call from her friend and fellow Angel of the Fallen, Lyrique.  She was in Milan, showing some of her latest designs, and wanted to see us all, so we planned for a late lunch at a nearby restaurant.

So we called down to the front desk and asked for the best place to get lunch, and we were told about this place... Benito's Taverna...  The receptionist said they had good food, good wine, good atmosphere, so we thought it was the place to try.  But when we walked into this place...  It was like whoa!!

My babe was talking about the architecture and stuff... It was all old world charm...  candles on the table in jars, pictures of family on the walls...  and of course, Benito was the Patriarch of the family decades ago, and the recipes were his, and they still did things by hand, the old school way.  The smells coming from the kitchen were amazing!!  It made you just want to eat and eat and eat.

Lyrique had already gotten us a table, and we sat down and ordered drinks and food.  When I saw that they did wood oven baked pizza, I ordered myself something unique with meat and spinach and lots of cheese and a huge salad to share with Diamond.  But the best part of everything was watching my Uncle Seb with Aunt Lady.  He was doting on her before, but now... he didn't want her to do anything.   He opened the door for her.  He pulled out her chair for her.  She said she had to go to the bathroom, and he practically asked if she wanted him to carry her to the toilet.  It was so cute!!  And I never thought I'd say anything my uncle did was cute... but this was.

Aunt Lady isn't even showing yet, but you could see that she had this glow about her.  And it was so beautiful to see.  But what wasn't so beautiful, was what happened on the way back from the bathroom.  Some local made a comment about Darknyss and started to hit on her.  He blocked the way back to the table, and tried to force her to talk to him.  

"Hey pretty American Lady...  State cercando così bella signora!!  You look so pretty American Lady!!  Molto bella signora !!  So very pretty!!  Baby, you look so good, I want to eat you and not this meal I've got in front of me!!  Come on and sit on my lap, and let me teach you some Italiano, no?"

Darknyss chuckles and shakes her head and tries to squeeze past him.

"That's sweet, but no.  No thank you.  Please let me pass."

The guy holds his arms out and tries to wrap them around Darknyss's waist and the more Darknyss moved to try to get away from him, the more insistent he became.  

"Awww, come on baby...  You know you want to try what this Italiano has to offer.  Just a little taste..."

Darknyss tries to step back, but the guy grabs her waist and she pushes him back into the chair he was sitting in.  

"Look dude!!  I'm being nice!!  Don't test me!!"

The guy chuckles and tries to grab her hands.

"Aww, but that's exactly what I want to do, Pretty American Lady!  I want to test you, in each and every way I can think of!  And you know you want it too...  You  know you want to see my Genoa Salami...  Mmmm, And you're nice and thick in all the right places...  Molto bella!!"

He reaches out and slaps her on the butt, and Darknyss jumps back, her fist raised...

"HEY!!!"

But she doesn't get to say another word, as Uncle Seb is simply there.

One minute, he was sitting beside me, then the next minute, he'd gone all the way across the room like a bullet, and grabbed the guy around the neck, lifting him up out of the chair he was in.  I'd never seen the look in my uncle's eyes before.  He doesn't speak a word, just this roar comes ripping out of him, as he pulls the guy away from Aunt Lady.  The guy's friends try to stop him, throwing blows at him, connecting with his face and chest, but he's not phased at all.  He doesn't even react to the punches and kicks, as his hands squeeze around the throat of the man who touched his pregnant fiancé.   In the tussle, Aunt Lady is jostled out of the way and falls into a chair with a shriek, and Uncle Seb's eyes get wider, as he rakes his eyes over the others who had tried to attack him.

"YOU TOUCHED HER??!!  YOU TOUCHED HER??!!!  YOU DON'T TOUCH HERE!!!"

He reaches out and grabs the closest of the other guys at the table, while still holding onto the first guy by his other hand.  The manager of the taverna comes out screaming in italian, and Lyrique starts to explain the situation.  

"Francis, it's not his fault!  That guy was grabbing on his fiancé, and she's pregnant!  He hit her on the butt!  You know how you were with Marianna when she was pregnant!   He's just trying to protect his future wife!youThe manager comes over, and starts to yell at the men who were at the table.

"You!!  You get outta my taverna!  You do dis every time you come here!  You drink and drink and cause trouble inna my place!!  I no wanna see you no more!!  Get!!"

He starts to swing a towel at the guys, snapping them with it as they yelp and try to get away.  He pointed at Uncle Seb and nodded slowly.

"You...  You do good!!  You take care of your pretty woman!  I like that!   You table get lunch on me!  Now...  take the idioti outta my taverna per favore. Grazie."

Uncle Seb just grinned wickedly and pulled the two guys' faces closer to his and growled at them.  

"With pleasure..."

He started dragging them bodily towards the door, and throws them out, literally.  He tosses their bodies across sidewalk, watching them roll along the pavement as they cough and try to catch their breath.  The manager comes out, snapping the towel after the other guys who go and pick up their friend.  

"And stay out!!  You no welcome no more!!"

He tries to slam the door, but there's a slow close mechanism, and he throws his hands up in the air.

"You getta my meaning!!  Come come come big man...  I make you special pizza!!"

Uncle Seb comes back into the dining room, and goes right over to Aunt Lady and wraps his arms around her,  holding her close and kisses her softly, stroking her cheek.

"Are you ok my Lotus Blossom?  They didn't hurt you, did they?"

Aunt Lady wrapped her arms around Uncle Seb's neck and hugged her close.

"You protected me!!  Thank you my love!!  I love you so much!!"

We all sat back down, and the waitress brought over a round of drinks, including a sparkling apple cider for Aunt Lady.  We waited for our food to come, and Lyrique gushed over the pictures from the ultrasound that Aunt Lady showed her.  Our food came, and after a few minutes of silence, and only the sounds of us enjoying our food, Lyrique reached over the table and slapped me on my arm.  

"So...  I've got something I want to talk to you about."

I stopped mid bite and looked at Lyrique, who pulled out a notebook from her bag and hands it to me.  I look down at it, and frown a bit.

"What's this?"

She takes a bite of her food, and taps the notebook with her free hand.  

"That my friend, is the sketches of my new line.  And if you keep going through it, you will see something special towards the end."

As I flipped through the notebook, I came across some designs for men.  They were amazing.  The look was professional, but sexy, and I nodded slowly.

"Wow... Lyrique... These are... wow!!  I will definitely be putting in my order when this line is ready..."

She chuckled and shook her head.

"That's not the best part... keep going..."

I kept flipping, and that's when I came across something that made my jaw drop.

"You redesigned my in ring gear??!!  Wow!!  These look awesome!!!"

She chuckles and nods with a grin.  

"Yeah, I'm trying to throw my hand into the design of wrestling gear.  And I've got some samples back at my hotel room...  I asked Emme to get me your measurements, so she swiped a pair of your undies for me."

I looked at my babe with a grin.

"So that's where my favorite pair of boxer briefs went.  You sneaky little minx!"

Emme just leaned in and kissed me with a grin.

"Well, I knew you would want what Lyrique was doing, so I had to be a little sneaky to keep it a surprise!  Tell him the best part Ly-Ly."

Lyrique leaned back and took a sip of her drink.

"Well, I don't just want to redo your in ring gear...  I want you to do my show.  She also sent me a full outfit, so I was able to get all of your measurements.  Best part is... you get all of those outfits you just saw before they come out.  I want you to come to try them on and let me do some tailoring to the fit.  The show will be Friday night, which gives us three days to finish up, and since Emme gave me your schedule for signings and meet and greets while you're here in Milan, I know we can work around what you need to do.  And I promise... there's nothing like stepping out on a runway in Milan.  You'll love it!"

I nodded and smiled. I know I am not much into fashion, but I know Milan was the place to be when it came to fashion. Lyrique is amazing when it came to what I wanted in a wrestling gear. I couldn't wait to see the finished product. I didn't want nothing too fancy. I didn't want nothing too bright and maybe a little camo for my military background, but with what i saw, i am definitely sure that it would look good. I couldn't wait for the fashion show. I know I would have the Italianas looking at me and it would be all flattering and all that, but I know who has my heart and I wouldn't let her down. I don't want to let her down.

We finished our food and I looked at Uncle Seb who had calmed down enough to talk.

"It is definitely good to see you again Lyrique. Jeremiah was anxious to see what else was going to happen because we have a big match ahead for us."

Lyrique nodded and smiled while we waited on our food.

"Its good to see you as well Sebastian. I was psyched to hear that Lady was pregnant. I was like what took you so long, but then I thought that you two had careers and wanted to wait till the right time to have a baby and get married. You two have been together for what, over a decade now? That is rare in the wrestling biz. I know you got a huge match ahead of you so you should definitely concentrate on that."

Uncle Seb smiles and nods as Aunt Lady gets some water as she can't drink wine while she's preggers, but I think its gonna be nice having a little cuz to help take care of. I can't wait to meet him or her. I would like to have one of my own someday, but that's on down the road, and I ain't ready quite yet. Then our food comes and we eat.

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I chuckled and nodded quickly around a bite of pizza, then picked up my napkin and wiped my mouth.

“Hell yeah!!  I think that’ll be so awesome!!  Plus, it’ll put more light on the SCW!  Bring us more fans and stuff, you know.  I’m so totally in!  Thanks Lyrique!”

I reached across the table and bumped knuckles with Lyrique, then leaned in close to Emme and kissed her deeply, stroking her side gently.

“Thanks babe.  Mmm, my sweet and sexy jewel.  You do so much for Uncle Seb and I…  You’ve brought us so many new fans with all of the stuff you have us doing…  The autograph sessions, the meet and greets, the time spent at the various children’s hospitals, making the kids happy…  Especially time fulfilling the dreams of the Make A Wish foundation kids.  That’s so much fun, and making the kids happy makes me feel happy too.   In my book, the kids we go see… they’re more Champions than any of us are.”

Uncle Seb nodded and smiled finally as Aunt Lady laid her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, those kids are strong…  Stronger than anyone I’ve ever faced or will face in the ring.  They are fighters.  They put up with more than any of us ever would begin to, and yet, they keep smiling.  They don’t stop smiling, and they don’t give up.”

Emme put down her glass after taking a sip and lifts her hand up for a moment as she swallows.

“Oh, speaking of which, I have you guys booked for another round at the Children’s hospital back in Vegas when we get back.   Don’t forget.  We have a list of different items that the kids want.  One of the kids, Jiovanni… He specifically asked for you guys to win the Tag Team Championships, cause he’s your biggest fan… So, I think you guys better knuckle down during your training times so you can make sure that happens.”

I chuckled and took her hand, kissing the back of it gently.

“Don’t worry my love.  We’re gonna make damn sure to make that kid’s dream come true, and when we go see him, we’ll be able to bring him a set of Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championship titles with our names on them.”

Gothika leaned forward and lifted her glass.

“I’ll drink to that!!”

We all tip our glasses as we continue to eat and chat.


A couple of hours later, we finished eating, and we tip the waitress huge.  We’re about to leave when the manager, Francis comes up to speak with us.

"Hey now Big man!!   I just wanted to talk-a to you before-a you leave.  Mi dispiace…  I as you say, sorry for what happened.  Dey come in here ah all de time and they make tings hard for mi familia. You!!  You Big Man, I hear dem say you lottate…  How you say…  You wrestle.   Maybe after, you come here and be buttafuori, yes?  You…  keep da bad boys out for me, yes?”

I watched my Uncle Seb really consider the option, then reach out and shake Francis’s hand.

"I'll give it some thought.  But I wasn’t trying to do anything except for make sure that the woman I love was safe.  I was just protecting my lotus blossom. She's pregnant and I didn't want or need any addle-minded drunks coming on to my fiancé.  Besides…  He touched her!!  He touched the woman I’m going to marry, and that was unforgivable."

Francis nodded and put his hand up onto Uncle Seb’s much higher shoulder.

"Si si, I know how you felt signore. They do same thing to my Marianna, those stupidi figli di puttana!!  Dey make me-a wanna kill dem myself…   But I no wanna lose my restaurant and go to jail.  My grandson…  he a big fan of you and you nephew there.  He was inna da kitchen losing his mind when he saw you.  He got tickets, so I gonna be at Alcatraz Club for the wrestling show.  I know my son Maximo want to come too.  We will… how you say… root for you to win championships.  Anyway, I no wanna keep you much longer.  I go back in and make-a more pizza.  Che piacere incontrarla.  Good to meet you.  Arrivederci."

Francis shakes Uncle Seb’s hand, then goes back into the restaurant. We all stood at the entrance of the restaurant, watching him go back in, and can’t help but to smile and wave.  Lyrique goes around, giving everyone hugs before she steps back with a big sigh.

"Well guys, I’ve gotta go.  I’ve gotta get back to the studio to get working on these outfits.  Emme, you get your hunk of a man to my studio tomorrow so we can show him the finished product and to get fitted.  Plus, I’ve got a little something something for you to wear too."

My Emme giggled and nodded and then Lyrique took her leave.  I’ve gotta admit, she’s something else.  She's like the other Angels…  Gorgeous and fun, and you can see just how strong she is.  It’s always in the eyes, you know.   Anyways, Uncle Seb and Aunt Lady take their leave because she needed to lay down.  All of the food and the excitement was making her tired.  My mom was the same way when she had me.  Uncle Seb told me so, not long before she died.  I look at My Emme and  smiled, wondering what she wanted to do next.  She smiled at me and reached out and took my hand, tugging me along the street as we strolled along towards some shops to do some window shopping, and she laid her head on my shoulder.

"Listen babe.  There’s some things we gotta talk about.  I know you been aching to hold gold.  And I know that you’re a really nice guy.  You’re one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.  You and your Uncle are amazing.  You’re respectful, you’re sweet, and you treat people honorably.  The thing of it is… You both will have to change and change soon if you want to win and hold these titles.  I don't want any more of this nice guy crap.  Not in the ring anyways.  I know you respect the Surf Boys because they have been in SCW for the longest…  But I know what you want, and what you want is to be a tag team champion.   And that means making a sacrifice.  That sacrifice has to be that nice guy attitude in the ring.  Look at DT did to that guy when he put his hands on Lady.  You know that look… You know that feeling… I’ve seen it when you see how the guys ogle me when I’m out there.  So you have to channel that inner animal and let it out in the ring.”

She took a deep breath and lets it out slowly before she spoke next.

“I know it pissed you off when Dying Breed beat you and your uncle for those tag titles."

I closed my eyes and cringed a bit.

"Damn right it pissed me off.  They didn't even show up for the matches against us after we regained our shots to get the titles back…  And they expect me to believe that Unc and I were just going to sit and take our rightful place at the top.  We beat their asses not once, but twice, and hell, even Unc and his partner for the Blast from the Past tournament beat Orange Roughie and Jessie Salco.  I felt sorry for Salco because she had to team with a gutless punk like Garcia."

Emme stroked the back of my hand, trying to keep me calm.

"You know they will be commentating with Simone and Jason."

I growled low in my throat and bit my bottom lip, trying to keep my barely contained emotions from running wild.

"Yeah, I know.  I dare those two fuckups to try to interfere in our match, because if they do, heads are going to come off, and heads are going to roll!  Theirs!  You know, you’re right though baby.  As cool as I think the Surf Boys are, they have what should be ours, and will be ours soon enough.  And the two pussies will just have to  sit there and be the pussies they are, and watch as we become the Tag Team Champions once moe."

My Emme smiled and kissed me softly.

"Mmmm, now you are talking my baby.  I agree with you about the previous owners of the titles.  Dying Breed shouldn't have been champs.  I for one am glad that the Surf Boys took the titles from them because at least they show up to face their opponents.”

I swept her up in my arms and spun her around in a quick circle as she grinned and giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck.  She nibbled my ear and I chuckled softly to her.

“Now you know if you keep doing that, then whatever you have planned for us will have to wait for another day.  Because that’s awakening something else animalistic within me.”

She slipped slowly from my arms, still keeping a hold to my hands and pulling me along with her.

“And how do you know that’s not part of what I had planned?”

She wiggled her hips and took my hand and placed it on her butt.  I chuckled and lifted my other hand  as I looked around.

“Um… Taxi!!!”

The taxi comes and we get in the taxi. We tell the driver to go to the nearest hotel and I am tempted to make out with my Emme, but I know the driver doesn't want any sweat or didn't want to hear any of the moaning we would have done. When we got to the hotel I paid the fare and got out. When we did we saw a SCW cameraman. It seems the awesome fans of Milan want a few words from me. I was happy to oblige. I figured my Emme wanted a few words too. I let her go first

"Ciao Milan, come stai? Surf Boys, how you doing? You doing alright? I'm pretty sure you had fun at the zoo and thinking its going to faze ROAR. Its not going to work, and I will tell you why. Its been done before, and it didn't work for that British tag team Jeremiah and his uncle faced, and where did it get them? Nowhere. They got beat by ROAR, and where are they now? They are back in Britain crying over tea and scones.

Surf Boys, they still respect you, but they are sick and tired of losing where it counts. My man especially after the pussies known as Dying Breed beat them for the tag titles. The first time they faced you, they gave you props because you are indeed a fighting team. This time around, and with all due respect boys, the titles will be theirs."

I then nod to let her know that its my turn to talk.

"Surf Boys, its like my love said. The first time we faced you two it was all in friendly competition. To get ROAR going. This time, you two have what my uncle and I have been clamoring to have and have eluded us on more than one occasion, and frankly, I am sick and tired of letting it slip thru our fingers.

The first time was a fun match no doubt about it. This time when Climax Control comes around, my uncle and I will become tag team champions.

Then there's Dying Breed who wants to play commentators. I look at it as they have signed their death warrants on their careers because we all know what that leads to.

Were we mad when we were beat by Bosom Buddies when they were champs? Maybe a little, but only a little, and do you know why a little. Bosom Buddies were a top tier tag team and I would put high dollar on them being first ballot Hall of famers. But when you two pussies beat us for those titles, I was furious.

I was furious because we beat you twice before and your sorry excuse for a teacher had to stick his nose in it. I made him my bitch on the road to my Roulette title reign, and if you two pussies interfere, I don't mind making two more my bitches. The way my uncle has been lately with Aunt Lady being pregnant. I am so sure that he feels the same way.

The things we do to the Surf Boys will only pale to the things we will do to you if you stick your nose in our match. You see, my uncle and I lead by example by making examples. We follow our own paths. Surf Boys prepare to Get Beaten."

We head into the hotel as the scene ends.

End Rp

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