--/Intro/--
How many men do you know that could go out in front of thousands of people live, millions worldwide, dressed as a ballerina and still outperform two other men? I only know of one, and that man is Seth Thomas. Despite Lexus’ continuous efforts to ruin his reputation he still managed to rise to the occasion and win the triple threat match Monday night. Not just any triple threat match, though. A match involving the current number one contender Simon Sensation. Sure, Seth didn’t pin Simon, but he pinned Jimmy before he could. That is what matters. Not the fact that Seth was wearing a pink tutu. Not the fact that Seth used his wand to pick up the victory. No, the only thing that matters is that Seth walked away with the win, not Jimmy or Simon.
So this week management puts Seth and Jalie into a tag team match against two fresh faces to the AWA. Viper Extreme - a former XWL superstar and Christian Barrows - son of former XWL wrestler “The Bronx Badass” Chris Barrows. Word going around the back is that they are going to be a force to reckon with. What people choose to ignore in light of the new arrivals is that the Thomas’ are also dangerous. They don’t like to be taken lightly, and as they see it this is just a way for management to get as much exposure to Viper and Barrows. Seth and Jalie will do what they can to make sure that Viper and Barrow’s careers in the AWA get off to the worst start possible.
--/Scene 1/--
“Can you believe this guy?” Seth said out loud. He was sprawled out in a beanbag chair with a beer in hand. Cody and Jay were also planted in beanbag chairs with beers. All three men sat in front of the huge seventy-two inch TV. They had, of course, just witnessed Christian Barrows’ promo.
“Dude, he thinks you like wearing tutus.” Cody commented.
“Yeah, well…” Seth began. “If he thinks that knowing only certain moves of mine and watching be prance around in that ridiculous ballerina costume last week is going to help them win then he’s got another thing coming. If he’s going to research me, he can at least put in come fucking effort.”
“And he thinks Lielee is the one making you wear a tutu.” Jay piped in.
“At least she didn’t make me keep that costume. The whole old British Navy thing wasn’t near as bad as that thing.”
“I wonder what Lexus is going to have in store for you this week?” Cody pondered.
“Whatever it is, I’m positive that I’m not going to like it.”
“Well, it could work in your favour.” Jay proposed. “I mean, who really takes a six-foot plus two hundred and forty pound man in dressed in pink seriously?”
“As true as that may be, it’s still uncomfortable as hell to wrestle in.” Seth stated.
“They still sound like a couple of tools to me.” Cody stated. “One’s been in jail for six months because he’s a fuckhead and the other still holds his dad’s hand while crossing the street.”
“You’d think that if all this was planned they’d have gotten him out of jail with more than just a few days before their debut.” Seth commented.
“It’s pretty sad that he’s completely relying on Christian for the match. Hell, you were off more than six months and… Well I guess you lost your first match back…” Cody trailed off.
“Yes, but I doubt either one of them will be dressed like a giant hotdog for the match either. Seth said.
“I can’t believe this Viper guy actually thinks he and his sidekick can just waltz in and do as they please.” Cody shook his head.
“It’s just going to make it harder on them, not that I really think they’ll do much. Christian is too busy worrying about besting his father while Viper’s not even concerned about the match. How hard could it be?” Seth retorted. He started flipping through the channels as the scene closed out.
--/Scene 2/--
“Are we bad people?” Jalie asked her husband.
“Of course we are. Why else would we be doing this?” He replied.
The two of them were dressed in matching black pants, a white shirt and a small black backpack. They carried a brown, leather clad book in their right hands and a small bowl in the other. Putting his book under his arm, Seth knocked on the poor victim’s door.
“So how much are we asking them for?” Seth asked.
“We’ll start at a hundred. If they don’t go for it then we’ll threaten them with eternal damnation unless they go double.”
The door opened and there stood an a little old lady, at least eighty years old, dressed in a purple polka dot nightgown.
“Can… I… Help… You?” The lady managed to get out.
“We’re from the church of…” Jalie trailed off in thought.
“I guess we should’ve thought about this before we knocked on the door.” Seth whispered in Jalie’s ear. She nudged him in the gut with her elbow and smiled at the lady.
“We’re from the church of Fuckheads for Christ. We’re going around the neighbourhood collecting donations for the church. Are you interested at all, ma’am?” Jalie finished with a big smile.
“What…Church… Did… You… Say?” The lady slowly asked.
“Christ Is My Bitch. Have you been there?” Jalie asked her in an attempt to cover up the name.
“No… I… Haven’t. I… go… to… the… church… just… down… the… street.” She explained.
“Aren’t they all the same?” Seth snuck in.
“Well… I… Guess… I… Could… Donate… For… A… Good… Cause.”
“A hundred dollars please.” Seth held out the collection bowl with a smile.
“That… Is… A… Lot… Of… Money…”
“YOU SHALL DENY THE WILL OF CHRIST?” Seth cried out.
“OH SAY IT ISN’T SO!” Jalie shouted.
“THEN YOU SHALL BURN IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL!”
“TESTIFY!”
The lady suddenly collapses in the doorway.
“Is she dead?” Seth asked.
“I think so…” Jalie said while reaching for her purse.
“Well, we might as well help her out.”
Jalie and Seth walked off while rummaging through the ladies purse.