Post by cyborg878 on Sept 12, 2023 19:43:25 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the backyard of Talia Skye's beautiful California home. The sun perfectly complimented by a picturesque blue sky. The blonde legend is relaxing on a poolside chair, Versace sunglasses paired with a barely there light pink bikini. Behind her rubbing her shoulders is the statuesque adonis Ethan Atlas.
Talia: Mmmmm Ethan your hands are just miracle workers. You know how to undo every single knot of stress. What would I do without you.
Ethan: I'm glad I can help! You've seemed so stressed out of late and I hate seeing you this way.
Ethan continues, working some relaxing body butter scented like a sweet and tangy mix of citrus into Talia's skin.
Ethan: Why are you so tense anyways? You seem like you have it all...
The Canadian's eyebrow raises behind the sunglasses. Her head cocks a bit to the side and Ethan is aware he is about to be told exactly how false his assumption was. They've realistically been together a relatively short time and yet the young athelete has quickly learned what Talia's reactions mean. The more experienced wrestler has so far been very open and blunt with her thoughts, never wasting time beating around the bush.
Talia: I have a lot Ethan. I know that. I know the luxurious life I earned for myself seems like everything a woman needs. But a lot... isn't everything. I want so much more. I want my coworkers to recognize me as the legend I am. I want the roster to stop treating me like a has been... or a weak link in the Aces. I want to set myself aside from the Horsewomen. I want another championship.. another accolade to add to my list. Something that proves that I still have IT.
Ethan moves around to her side and crouches down beside her, allowing Talia to take in every piece of the delicious sight before her. He puts on hand on her thigh.
Ethan: We already know those things though. You ARE a legend. You're AREN'T a has been or a weak link. You have shown you don't need the Horsewomen. I don't think the Aces would be as successful as they are without you. I wouldn't be anywhere.
Talia reaches over and tilts Ethan's head up by his chin, running a finger over his rugged jawline.
Talia: Oh sweet, sweet Ethan. I appreciate the sentiment.
She can see Ethan pausing, dumbfounded, trying to figure out what the word sentiment means.
Ethan: Like rocks?
The Killa Queen closes her eyes and puffs out a chuckle.
Talia: No darling. Not sediment. I appreciate your kind intention. It's nice to know that you see me as the goddess I am. But until the rest of the world rises up... my work isn't done. But that's enough worry for now. Remind me of how good your hands feel. I need all the de-stressing I can get before I rip through Trixie to get that title.
Just as Talia is about to drift back into relaxation her phone starts going off with notifications. She grabs the cell and unlocks it, clicking to see what exaactly is interrupting her peace. As she reads headlines detailing some wild behaviour by her stablemate, Talia tilts her sunglasses down, with eyes that could murder and a tightened jaw.
Ethan: What's wrong?
Talia: That girl is going to give me an aneurysm.
Talia: Mmmmm Ethan your hands are just miracle workers. You know how to undo every single knot of stress. What would I do without you.
Ethan: I'm glad I can help! You've seemed so stressed out of late and I hate seeing you this way.
Ethan continues, working some relaxing body butter scented like a sweet and tangy mix of citrus into Talia's skin.
Ethan: Why are you so tense anyways? You seem like you have it all...
The Canadian's eyebrow raises behind the sunglasses. Her head cocks a bit to the side and Ethan is aware he is about to be told exactly how false his assumption was. They've realistically been together a relatively short time and yet the young athelete has quickly learned what Talia's reactions mean. The more experienced wrestler has so far been very open and blunt with her thoughts, never wasting time beating around the bush.
Talia: I have a lot Ethan. I know that. I know the luxurious life I earned for myself seems like everything a woman needs. But a lot... isn't everything. I want so much more. I want my coworkers to recognize me as the legend I am. I want the roster to stop treating me like a has been... or a weak link in the Aces. I want to set myself aside from the Horsewomen. I want another championship.. another accolade to add to my list. Something that proves that I still have IT.
Ethan moves around to her side and crouches down beside her, allowing Talia to take in every piece of the delicious sight before her. He puts on hand on her thigh.
Ethan: We already know those things though. You ARE a legend. You're AREN'T a has been or a weak link. You have shown you don't need the Horsewomen. I don't think the Aces would be as successful as they are without you. I wouldn't be anywhere.
Talia reaches over and tilts Ethan's head up by his chin, running a finger over his rugged jawline.
Talia: Oh sweet, sweet Ethan. I appreciate the sentiment.
She can see Ethan pausing, dumbfounded, trying to figure out what the word sentiment means.
Ethan: Like rocks?
The Killa Queen closes her eyes and puffs out a chuckle.
Talia: No darling. Not sediment. I appreciate your kind intention. It's nice to know that you see me as the goddess I am. But until the rest of the world rises up... my work isn't done. But that's enough worry for now. Remind me of how good your hands feel. I need all the de-stressing I can get before I rip through Trixie to get that title.
Just as Talia is about to drift back into relaxation her phone starts going off with notifications. She grabs the cell and unlocks it, clicking to see what exaactly is interrupting her peace. As she reads headlines detailing some wild behaviour by her stablemate, Talia tilts her sunglasses down, with eyes that could murder and a tightened jaw.
Ethan: What's wrong?
Talia: That girl is going to give me an aneurysm.