-||TD Alexander; little known is about the man. Unless you’re a real wrestling guru or some kind of walking encyclopedia, you wouldn’t even know who he is. He calls himself “The Luscious One” thinking that he’s some kind of a ladies man. He was born in the Southern United States, some say somewhere around Tennessee and North Carolina, but he rejects where he came from. Instead, adapting Viva Las Vegas as his hometown. He was a star linebacker for the UNLV Rebels and would’ve made a great starter in the National Football League only to reject that and pursue his second love… professional wrestling. He trained unmercifully during the off-season and picked up the pace after dropping out. He wrestled for independent federations before landing a spot in the big time with WCW. He tagged with Johnny Cedrone (then Jonny Studd) and was used mainly as a talent enhancer, he was sent down to the Power Plant for further training. Rejecting reality, he traveled the US again and was eventually picked up by NWA-TNA. About a month later, he was released and wasn’t heard from again until a regional organization opened up in his backyard, Sin City Pro. He worked there from it’s inception until it’s very end. Again, nothing much was heard from him until a few months ago when he went over to Hawaii to work for Don Muraco and his Wrestling Aloha Revolution and quickly climbed the ranks. He was ousted in the finals for the Pacific Pride Heavyweight Championship. He lasted a week or so after and has been pretty much in hiding ever since, only to make appearances in casinos and a wrestling ring here and there.||-
OH! TIMOTHEOS!
**The sound of a woman echoes in the room as a raunchy escapade seemed to of ended. Clothes are thrown everywhere. A shirt here, a blouse there; a pair of jeans here, a bra there; a pair of boxers here, a thong there. The loving couple are laying in bed spooning and cuddling.
Oh TD, that feels great!
Yeah, too bad I don’t have it in the other hole.
**TD smirks as the woman swings her arm backward. She gets out of the bed and walks over to the bathroom. A moment or two later, she emerges wearing a bath robe and plops down on the bed next to TD. They share a kiss as she starts to talk to him.**
So, you’re a “rassler,” huh?
Yes ma’am. I wrestled you pretty good, didn’t i?
**The woman giggles.**
That’s beside the point! So seriously, are you a wrestler or not?
Does it really matter?
Well YEAH! If you are a wrestler, then why haven’t I heard from ya? And if you aren’t, then why the hell did I waste my time fucking your brains out?
WELL… Number one, yes I’m a wrestler. The reason WHY you haven’t heard anything about me is because I’ve been in the indy leagues all career long. You see, the indy leagues are like the minor leagues of professional wrestling. New kids are honing their skills as the older guys are trying to hold on to their past. These indy federations don’t get the national spotlight like the big corporations do. I was set to make my “reemergence” to national television a couple of weeks ago, but due to… circumstances beyond my control, I couldn’t make it there.
A couple of weeks ago? You where with…
**The woman gasps.**
TIMOTHEOS! You’re meaning to tell me that the reason why you missed your big show was because of me?
Well baby, I…
You didn’t tell me you where a big wrestling superstar then! If you would have told me, I would have let you go!
Well baby, I didn’t know how you would have reacted to me pulling out WAY before I was finished so I can “play with the boys.”
But TD, you’re chances at the big time, they’re… shot. And all because of me!
No, no, no… baby, that isn’t so. As a matter of fact, they’ve given me another shot so to speak. I have a match down in Vegas this week.
Oh really?
Going against someone by the name of Scotty Mac. Got an e-mail this morning pretty much stating that if I don’t show, I’m gone. So, I gotta take up on that offer. Wanna come?
To Vegas? Gee, I don’t know TD. Seems like an awful long way from home.
Oh come on, please? I bet I can get ya a great seat, and a very nice hotel room if you know what I mean. We can go partying afterwards, hit the casinos, even have an Elvis impersonator marry us in a drive thru wedding chapel!
WEDDING?! We’ve only known each other for a few weeks and you’re already talking about marriage?!
It was a joke baby! Come on, go to Vegas with me, it’ll definitely be worth it. Please?
**TD gives her that elongated “please” and looks at her with sad puppy eyes.**
Well… okay.
Oh God, thank you!
**TD hoists himself in a sitting position on the bed as he gives her a hug and a kiss. The scene fades.**
