Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2011 2:08:54 GMT -5
{A small shriek is heard.}
Mak:Come on babe, could you be a little gentler where you place that wrap? It's ice cold.
April: Well if you stop fidgeting like a child, I wouldn’t have had to replace the bag. Of course it’s ice cold, it’s an icepack.
Mak: You always treat me like a child.
April: Don’t act like one
Mak: [imitating] Don’t act like one. Funny, didn’t you act like one when you saw that spider the other day?
April: That’s different.
Mak: How?
April: Did you see the size of that thing?
Mak: You couldn’t see it without a magnifying glass…
April: Oh hush.
{This little snippet of their conversation describes their relationship to a tee; small, petty banter with a hint of argumentative tension with some sarcasm added in on occasion. It’s how they met, and it’s why they got married. Mak Cross and his wife April Cross née Fisher almost always talk like this to each other, although if you spend more than a few hours with them, you would realize they’re as happy as couples can be. Not wanting to be the typical couple who say sappy things to each other, they attempt to push each other's buttons, but not to the extent someone says something they can’t take back. They do converse like normal human beings on general things about life; just not today. Especially since Mak has a big tag match at Fun Times in Cleveland. In his words, “If I can survive a verbal sparring session with my wife, I’m sure I can take a suplex or two from the guys in the ring.” Of course, back at Caturday 2011 after getting the upset against opponent-turned-partner Thunder, he didn’t just take a suplex, he took a few chair shots from reoccurring enemy David Roberts. April has since finished wrapping the ice pack along the small of Mak’s back, and the two now sit beside each other on their comfy king sized bed.}
April: What is it with that Roberts guy; he’s had it out for you since day one. You didn’t get hurt that badly when-
{Mak shoots her a look.}
April: …when you fell down the stairs last month pretending you were luging.
Mak: I would have made it down all the way if you didn’t insist on buying the one house with the curved staircase separating the floors of the house.
April: Oh please, you were doomed when you hesitated. {She stands up.} No more hard liquor for you.
{Mak would have come up with a great comeback if he didn’t receive another nagging pain from Roberts’ attack. Multiple chairshots followed by a spinebuster to the chair would make any man cringe, but Mak landed on the chair in such a way he received a mild sprain in his back; nothing serious but enough pain to hinder his retorts. “She wins this time,” he thinks.}
Mak: Yeah, yeah.
{April heads out of the room a moment as Mak gets up, albeit a small grimace on his face as he does. He walks about the room, trying to place his mind elsewhere as an attempt to ignore the pain. Their bedroom is large enough for them, as their collective wants for over-the-top things would make someone in Hollywood blush with their modesty. The bed takes up a little under half of the room; they both have shelves on their respective sides of the bed with lamps and other miscellaneous items. They have a large TV on the other end of the room, and one shouldn’t be surprised if that happens to be the most expensive item in the household. Despite Mak has made more than a decent living wrestling, their faces would be on every dictionary that carries the word frugal. April walks back in with a glass of water that she hands to him.
April: Doc says keep hydrated. You’re pacing Mak, you only do that when you’re really concerned.
Mak:Well I have perfect reason to April. The level of talent I’m facing at WFWF is only getting greater. In just four matches; my fourth match at EWWF wasn’t nearly as high profile as this one is. I have two former partners in Ace Bennett and Shawn Malakai to deal with and even if their relationship has gone a tad sour since then, that small spark that is teamwork always remain. I’d know about that, it’s not my first tag match, you know how many times I’ve been in tag matches with Travis.
April: 97. You made me watch them all when I lost that bet.
Mak: You challenged me at Collapse. Did you really think I was let you win?
April: Being your wife, it would have been noble to.
Mak: Not when your reward was me spending the weekend at your mother’s. Suicide. I’d rather take the chairshots again.
April: I still have that folding chair in the other room. {Mak gives a wry laugh.} You make it seem like Ace and Shawn have been buddy, buddy this entire time. Didn’t Ace get kicked out of their group? {She’s almost as big a wrestling fan as Mak, possibly even edges him out in terms of fandom. You should see her memorabilia room.}
Mak: Yes, but time passes. Maybe they’ve patched things up, I sure as hell hope not, the more they distrust each other, the easier it’ll be for me and Thunder to win. I’m almost counting on it, considering I go from just beating Thunder to becoming his tag partner. Then again, it’s not like it’ll be like dinner at your mother’s. {April shoots him a look.}
Mak: I’m just saying, Thunder doesn’t necessarily like Malakai and by proxy, he won’t like Bennett since he has to team with him. At the same time, there’s a chance of Thunder harboring bad feelings for me seeing as the “rookie” here beat him. Add Roberts being as crazy as you when someone eats your pudding, I’ll have a challenge on my hands.
{April and Mak get tired of standing and April lies stomach-first on the bed while Mak sits in their chair in the corner, albeit lightly not wanting the icepack to give him some form of hypothermia.}
April: By the way, how’s the arm anyway? Still showing the scar?
Mak: You’re a sick woman.
April: You wouldn’t want it any other way. Besides, it was my favorite flavor.
Mak: Anyway, while multiple championships between Bennett, Malakai and Thunder define their worth in the WFWF, I’m the one with the most to prove. {April notices where he is going with this and mimes a camera looking at him. Mak plays along and gets into his “promo mode”.} I need to prove I can waltz in the company, and go toe to toe with the best, otherwise I’m looking at the brass ring instead of trying to do something to grab it. Yeah, I’ve won championships, even world championships, but that’s when I’m the humpback whale in the kid pool. I’ve already done this much to separate myself from the new blood, but I need to do more. Otherwise, I’ll get my ass handed to, I’ll be forced to tuck my tail in-between my legs, and sent packing out of the company.
Mak: I know I have a more than capable partner, and he’s got to be looking to prove something; hell we all do. Bennett was attacked just like me, Malakai probably needs to try to feed his ego unless that walking stick breaks before he reaches the ring and Thunder needs the rebound after the loss. Four guys with something to prove and not only do they need to do so for themselves but for the other person. The biggest thing in tag matches are trust and trust is something you aren’t given, you earn it. So with two people whose trust has potentially completely disappeared against two who have no trust to build on in the first place, it’s all a matter of who can put the past aside the longest to trust their partner. I’m willing to, I’m sure Thunder will be, can the former “Revelation” do so? Not so sure. But they better, because I plan on becoming 4-0 in the WFWF, further making myself a threat to the top.
Mak: How was that?
April: Eh….I know of an Alex Burton one better.
Mak: Now you’re playing dirty.
April: You brought up the pudding.
Mak: You bringing up the one can I couldn’t beat, I thought you were supposed to make me feel better.
April: If I wanted to do that, I would have locked the door. {Mak has gotten up and sat down on the bed.}
Mak: Still thinking about that time your mother caught us?
April: I thought I took back our key!
Mak: You should have seen your face, it was pink; red from embarrassment, white from the shock. Yet your body still kept moving. Maybe Freud was right after all.
{He laughs at recalling this when he suddenly screams out. April pounces on top of him placing weight on his back with the still cold icepack giving him a sudden shiver. She is on top in a straddle-like fashion and begins to bounce while telling him “Moving like this?” each time he yelling obscenities while she laughs. She gets off of him and begins to leaves the room as his face gives off pain from the sudden pounce}
April: Maybe next time, you’ll learn not to say those things when you’re vulnerable. {She walks out.}
Mak:Maybe next time, you won’t get off on your mother walking in on us.
April [in the hallway]: I heard that!
{Mak smiles and chuckles but it quickly turns into a whine and frown as the pain shoots back in.}
Mak:Come on babe, could you be a little gentler where you place that wrap? It's ice cold.
April: Well if you stop fidgeting like a child, I wouldn’t have had to replace the bag. Of course it’s ice cold, it’s an icepack.
Mak: You always treat me like a child.
April: Don’t act like one
Mak: [imitating] Don’t act like one. Funny, didn’t you act like one when you saw that spider the other day?
April: That’s different.
Mak: How?
April: Did you see the size of that thing?
Mak: You couldn’t see it without a magnifying glass…
April: Oh hush.
{This little snippet of their conversation describes their relationship to a tee; small, petty banter with a hint of argumentative tension with some sarcasm added in on occasion. It’s how they met, and it’s why they got married. Mak Cross and his wife April Cross née Fisher almost always talk like this to each other, although if you spend more than a few hours with them, you would realize they’re as happy as couples can be. Not wanting to be the typical couple who say sappy things to each other, they attempt to push each other's buttons, but not to the extent someone says something they can’t take back. They do converse like normal human beings on general things about life; just not today. Especially since Mak has a big tag match at Fun Times in Cleveland. In his words, “If I can survive a verbal sparring session with my wife, I’m sure I can take a suplex or two from the guys in the ring.” Of course, back at Caturday 2011 after getting the upset against opponent-turned-partner Thunder, he didn’t just take a suplex, he took a few chair shots from reoccurring enemy David Roberts. April has since finished wrapping the ice pack along the small of Mak’s back, and the two now sit beside each other on their comfy king sized bed.}
April: What is it with that Roberts guy; he’s had it out for you since day one. You didn’t get hurt that badly when-
{Mak shoots her a look.}
April: …when you fell down the stairs last month pretending you were luging.
Mak: I would have made it down all the way if you didn’t insist on buying the one house with the curved staircase separating the floors of the house.
April: Oh please, you were doomed when you hesitated. {She stands up.} No more hard liquor for you.
{Mak would have come up with a great comeback if he didn’t receive another nagging pain from Roberts’ attack. Multiple chairshots followed by a spinebuster to the chair would make any man cringe, but Mak landed on the chair in such a way he received a mild sprain in his back; nothing serious but enough pain to hinder his retorts. “She wins this time,” he thinks.}
Mak: Yeah, yeah.
{April heads out of the room a moment as Mak gets up, albeit a small grimace on his face as he does. He walks about the room, trying to place his mind elsewhere as an attempt to ignore the pain. Their bedroom is large enough for them, as their collective wants for over-the-top things would make someone in Hollywood blush with their modesty. The bed takes up a little under half of the room; they both have shelves on their respective sides of the bed with lamps and other miscellaneous items. They have a large TV on the other end of the room, and one shouldn’t be surprised if that happens to be the most expensive item in the household. Despite Mak has made more than a decent living wrestling, their faces would be on every dictionary that carries the word frugal. April walks back in with a glass of water that she hands to him.
April: Doc says keep hydrated. You’re pacing Mak, you only do that when you’re really concerned.
Mak:Well I have perfect reason to April. The level of talent I’m facing at WFWF is only getting greater. In just four matches; my fourth match at EWWF wasn’t nearly as high profile as this one is. I have two former partners in Ace Bennett and Shawn Malakai to deal with and even if their relationship has gone a tad sour since then, that small spark that is teamwork always remain. I’d know about that, it’s not my first tag match, you know how many times I’ve been in tag matches with Travis.
April: 97. You made me watch them all when I lost that bet.
Mak: You challenged me at Collapse. Did you really think I was let you win?
April: Being your wife, it would have been noble to.
Mak: Not when your reward was me spending the weekend at your mother’s. Suicide. I’d rather take the chairshots again.
April: I still have that folding chair in the other room. {Mak gives a wry laugh.} You make it seem like Ace and Shawn have been buddy, buddy this entire time. Didn’t Ace get kicked out of their group? {She’s almost as big a wrestling fan as Mak, possibly even edges him out in terms of fandom. You should see her memorabilia room.}
Mak: Yes, but time passes. Maybe they’ve patched things up, I sure as hell hope not, the more they distrust each other, the easier it’ll be for me and Thunder to win. I’m almost counting on it, considering I go from just beating Thunder to becoming his tag partner. Then again, it’s not like it’ll be like dinner at your mother’s. {April shoots him a look.}
Mak: I’m just saying, Thunder doesn’t necessarily like Malakai and by proxy, he won’t like Bennett since he has to team with him. At the same time, there’s a chance of Thunder harboring bad feelings for me seeing as the “rookie” here beat him. Add Roberts being as crazy as you when someone eats your pudding, I’ll have a challenge on my hands.
{April and Mak get tired of standing and April lies stomach-first on the bed while Mak sits in their chair in the corner, albeit lightly not wanting the icepack to give him some form of hypothermia.}
April: By the way, how’s the arm anyway? Still showing the scar?
Mak: You’re a sick woman.
April: You wouldn’t want it any other way. Besides, it was my favorite flavor.
Mak: Anyway, while multiple championships between Bennett, Malakai and Thunder define their worth in the WFWF, I’m the one with the most to prove. {April notices where he is going with this and mimes a camera looking at him. Mak plays along and gets into his “promo mode”.} I need to prove I can waltz in the company, and go toe to toe with the best, otherwise I’m looking at the brass ring instead of trying to do something to grab it. Yeah, I’ve won championships, even world championships, but that’s when I’m the humpback whale in the kid pool. I’ve already done this much to separate myself from the new blood, but I need to do more. Otherwise, I’ll get my ass handed to, I’ll be forced to tuck my tail in-between my legs, and sent packing out of the company.
Mak: I know I have a more than capable partner, and he’s got to be looking to prove something; hell we all do. Bennett was attacked just like me, Malakai probably needs to try to feed his ego unless that walking stick breaks before he reaches the ring and Thunder needs the rebound after the loss. Four guys with something to prove and not only do they need to do so for themselves but for the other person. The biggest thing in tag matches are trust and trust is something you aren’t given, you earn it. So with two people whose trust has potentially completely disappeared against two who have no trust to build on in the first place, it’s all a matter of who can put the past aside the longest to trust their partner. I’m willing to, I’m sure Thunder will be, can the former “Revelation” do so? Not so sure. But they better, because I plan on becoming 4-0 in the WFWF, further making myself a threat to the top.
Mak: How was that?
April: Eh….I know of an Alex Burton one better.
Mak: Now you’re playing dirty.
April: You brought up the pudding.
Mak: You bringing up the one can I couldn’t beat, I thought you were supposed to make me feel better.
April: If I wanted to do that, I would have locked the door. {Mak has gotten up and sat down on the bed.}
Mak: Still thinking about that time your mother caught us?
April: I thought I took back our key!
Mak: You should have seen your face, it was pink; red from embarrassment, white from the shock. Yet your body still kept moving. Maybe Freud was right after all.
{He laughs at recalling this when he suddenly screams out. April pounces on top of him placing weight on his back with the still cold icepack giving him a sudden shiver. She is on top in a straddle-like fashion and begins to bounce while telling him “Moving like this?” each time he yelling obscenities while she laughs. She gets off of him and begins to leaves the room as his face gives off pain from the sudden pounce}
April: Maybe next time, you’ll learn not to say those things when you’re vulnerable. {She walks out.}
Mak:Maybe next time, you won’t get off on your mother walking in on us.
April [in the hallway]: I heard that!
{Mak smiles and chuckles but it quickly turns into a whine and frown as the pain shoots back in.}
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Fun to write, I just hope it is fun to read.