Post by Darius Alexander on Nov 5, 2021 17:40:39 GMT -5
I don’t very much like losing. Never have. Never will. It was common knowledge in my old practice that I was the very best prosecutor the firm had, even if the senior partners continued to ignore me. I had only lost a handful of cases, but most of that was due to my clever maneuvering to get those that might’ve cost me a “loss” to settle. It wasn’t glamorous, but it got the job done. There was a time, especially when I first started out, I might’ve seen this as a bad thing. But having SOME jail time, as opposed to NONE, was better… yes? Most of my clients didn’t see things from my perspective, but they paid me none-the-less, the firm made sure of that.
Bartender: You want some breakfast?
Shit, she was still here!? Had my one-night-stand just turned into a fling!? That’s NOT how this is supposed to work!
Darius: Nah baby girl, I’m good. I’ll probably grab something on the way into work!
Bartender: … baby girl?
I scrambled to the edge of the bed, pulled on some pants, and looked for her phone. What was her name again? I found her phone only for the face recognition software to halt me in my quest for answers. Damn technology!
Bartender: You forgot my name again, didn’t you?
She was standing in the doorway now, hands on her hips.
Darius: You got me…
I’m sure I could’ve put my lawyer linguistics to work and try and talk my way out of this one but I, also, was sort of looking for a way out of this “relationship”. It had been weeks since we had first met and, still, she came around. I don’t do dating, that’s not my thing. But damn if she wasn’t persistent.
Bartender: I can’t believe this! We’ve been seeing each other for weeks now and you STILL don’t know my name?
Well this was working out better than I had hoped.
Darius: Look, you’re great…
Bartender: Jordyn, my name’s Jordyn!
Of course it was.
Darius: Jordyn, yeah… right… like the basketball player…
I vaguely remember talking to her about how her father named her after the Chicago legend himself. Guessing her Dad was hoping she would’ve turned out to be a boy. Also guessing that’s why she has all these “Daddy” issues.
Darius: These past few weeks have been a lot of fun…
She walked over to me and shoved me so hard I fell back down onto the bed. Had she always been this freakishly strong?
Jordyn: Guess I’ll just have to work harder at getting you to remember my name.
It didn’t take long for her to take off the pants I had just put on. Before I could protest, and not that I would, her mouth was down on me. I placed my hands behind my head and let her go to work. I guess this whole thing wasn’t SO bad.
Jordyn: So you got another match again?
About an hour had passed since our impromptu romp in the sheets. Started with her, I reciprocated, and we finished together. The sex wasn’t so bad; it was all this “talking” we had to do after.
Darius: Yeah, against some chick named Amber Payne.
Jordyn: I bet she likes it rough…
I nearly spit out my eggs at her comment, which would’ve been a damn shame. She wasn’t half-bad at cooking either.
Darius: You know that’s not the type of wrestling I do, right?
Jordyn: I mean that’s open for interpretation. You had me “tapping out” this morning.
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment on my love-making abilities or if she was taking a run at me in regards to the end result of my first match against Ross Hanson. This is that socialization shit I was talking about.
Darius: Well don’t worry, I have no intent of making Amber “tap out”, not like that anyway.
Jordyn: Not your type?
She was teasing me now, I should be infuriated, but I’m guessing this delectable serving of eggs, onions, hash browns, and bacon had me tempering my rage. The way to a man’s heart truly was through their stomache.
Darius: Baby girl, everybody’s my type, as long as the lights are down low and that alcohol got flow.
Jordyn: That include guys?
Again with the teasing. Jokes on her though, I swing both ways. I shrug my shoulders, devour another piece of bacon, and she simply laughs. Getting rid of her was going to be harder than I thought.
Jordyn: So when we going out again?
She removed my plate before I was even done. Must be her way of giving me a taste but leave me wanting more.
Darius: Bitch, we just went to a Blackhawks game!
Jordyn: Yeah, but they lost… so that doesn’t count.
Darius: Against the top team in the Metropolitan Division!
Jordyn: Still a loss…
She had me there. Truth be told, I wasn’t really a hockey guy anyway. I took her there as a way to offset the fact that she – for obvious reasons – has an innate passion for basketball. Add that to the fact that the Blackhawks currently had their own “black mark” on the franchise at the moment, and I thought it would be a surefire way to ensure that this date was the last. Still, being at the game, hearing all the different opinions from the fans on “what really happened”, made me miss being a lawyer. Regardless of HOW I got the verdict, it still felt like “justice” to me to see these bad people get theirs.
Darius: I’ll get back to you on that, I need to go train for my upcoming match.
Jordyn: Fine, just don’t wait too long – a body like this doesn’t wait around for no man.
That’s what I was hoping.
When I got to the Equinox gym, it was packed per the norm. At this point, a few people began to recognize me from my brief debut in Revolution1. It was a bit off-putting, as I was used to those that identified me out in public as having been tied up with some type of legal case. Those conversations were usually very unpleasant. In this regard, people were asking for autographs, talking strategy. Most of the guys, in typical fashion, wanted to know how many of the women wrestlers I had already “tapped”. Again, that word doesn’t quite carry the same weight that it used to… thanks in part to Ross Hanson. I could’ve even get my revenge on that son-of-a-bitch! He got traded to the other show within minutes of defeating me in my debut. By the time I stepped into the ring with my sparring partner, I was all out of sorts.
Trainer: Keep your guard up… move those feet… don’t let him get behind…
I crashed down to the mat. The trainer sighed, my partner offered me his hand, but I shrugged him off. I know that I’m still “green” at this and that it would take me a few matches to get my feet under me. But this was starting to get frustrating. Everything used to come so easy to me.
Trainer: You want that prissy little thing to embarrass you on Tuesday night?
Darius: Prissy? She probably has more muscles than you do.
The old man guffawed at me and stormed off, swearing so much in consecutive sequence you would’ve thought he had just created a new word altogether.
Training Partner: Yo man, Amber Payne is no joke…
Darius: Yeah, yeah… #1 Contender to the Rising Star Championship, I know.
Training Partner: She’s the real deal dawg. And those submission moves…
Darius: She’s NOT going to make me tap out.
Training Partner: Fair enough, but you know that she’s not the only one you have to worry about.
Darius: It’s a steel cage match; I doubt that her manager will be able to do much to save her inside of that.
Training Partner: Nah dawg, I meant that other piece of ass; Serena Storm.
Darius: She’s a glorified cheerleader; she won’t get in my way. Besides, Amber beat Serena in her debut match, made her tap out. Not just tap out though; she tried to rip Storm’s arms off. If Serena is any type of competitor, she won’t simply forget about that piece of it. She’ll want revenge; she’ll want to make sure that I win this match.
Training Partner: You’re not exactly the most likeable…
Darius: Doesn’t matter, fact is… I haven’t done shit to Serena. Those two have history and it ain’t pretty. So that gives me the advantage. Not that I really need it to take out “The Huntress”. My debut match with Ross Hanson may’ve not ended the way that I wanted, but I swallowed my pride, I tapped out, and I lived to fight another day. So now when I face Amber Payne inside that steel cage, I do so at 100%. As far as I’m concerned, my first match was a warm-up to the real thing. I got involved in wrestling for moments just like this, to be locked inside of a steel cage with my opponent. To inflict upon them the kind of justice that only someone like me can dish out. This “Beat the Clock” challenge is a caveat for Amber, some secondary objective she needs to complete in order to set the stage for her match for the Rising Star Championship. The primary objective should be to beat me, but how focused will she be on that? She, much like the rest of the world, already assumes that this is a victory in her books. That it’s not a matter of “if” she can beat me, but “how fast”. So I guess the question I want to know is… what happens when I beat Amber Payne? Kind of makes the Main Event pointless, right? I mean, I guess Jessie Lee just needs to beat Maggie Lockheart, but how likely is that to happen? Maggie is the #1 Contender to the Legendary Championship for a reason. So it seems like, to me at least, management was trying to throw Amber a bone here. They were planning on Maggie beating Jessie and Amber beating me; which gave Amber the advantage in her match with Jessie, are you following all this?
My sparring partner looked like he had just been hit in the head with a steel chair a half-dozen times as he was, for some reason, counting names or scenarios on his fingers.
Darius: Bottom line is that if Amber is going into this match thinking that I’m just someone she can simply walk over on her way to the Rising Star title match, she’s in for a VERY rude awakening. In fact, I think that if I beat Amber Payne in record time and Jesse Lee loses either her match or is unable to “Beat the Clock” that I’ve set; I should be added to that Rising Star Championship match. And I should be the one that determines the stipulation.
Training Partner: I don’t think that’s how it…
I grab my sparring partner and drive him face-first into the mat with the “Blind Justice”, giving Amber a preview of what awaits her in just a manner of days.
Darius: The “Winds of Change” are upon us, Amber. I’m going to make you eat that steel, I’m going to bust that pretty little face of yours up, and I’m going to take what should be mine in the first place – the Rising Star Championship! You may think I’m just another stepping stone on the way to glory but bitch… you got it all wrong. You’re my ladder to the top and I’m going to climb you all fucking night!
Bartender: You want some breakfast?
Shit, she was still here!? Had my one-night-stand just turned into a fling!? That’s NOT how this is supposed to work!
Darius: Nah baby girl, I’m good. I’ll probably grab something on the way into work!
Bartender: … baby girl?
I scrambled to the edge of the bed, pulled on some pants, and looked for her phone. What was her name again? I found her phone only for the face recognition software to halt me in my quest for answers. Damn technology!
Bartender: You forgot my name again, didn’t you?
She was standing in the doorway now, hands on her hips.
Darius: You got me…
I’m sure I could’ve put my lawyer linguistics to work and try and talk my way out of this one but I, also, was sort of looking for a way out of this “relationship”. It had been weeks since we had first met and, still, she came around. I don’t do dating, that’s not my thing. But damn if she wasn’t persistent.
Bartender: I can’t believe this! We’ve been seeing each other for weeks now and you STILL don’t know my name?
Well this was working out better than I had hoped.
Darius: Look, you’re great…
Bartender: Jordyn, my name’s Jordyn!
Of course it was.
Darius: Jordyn, yeah… right… like the basketball player…
I vaguely remember talking to her about how her father named her after the Chicago legend himself. Guessing her Dad was hoping she would’ve turned out to be a boy. Also guessing that’s why she has all these “Daddy” issues.
Darius: These past few weeks have been a lot of fun…
She walked over to me and shoved me so hard I fell back down onto the bed. Had she always been this freakishly strong?
Jordyn: Guess I’ll just have to work harder at getting you to remember my name.
It didn’t take long for her to take off the pants I had just put on. Before I could protest, and not that I would, her mouth was down on me. I placed my hands behind my head and let her go to work. I guess this whole thing wasn’t SO bad.
Jordyn: So you got another match again?
About an hour had passed since our impromptu romp in the sheets. Started with her, I reciprocated, and we finished together. The sex wasn’t so bad; it was all this “talking” we had to do after.
Darius: Yeah, against some chick named Amber Payne.
Jordyn: I bet she likes it rough…
I nearly spit out my eggs at her comment, which would’ve been a damn shame. She wasn’t half-bad at cooking either.
Darius: You know that’s not the type of wrestling I do, right?
Jordyn: I mean that’s open for interpretation. You had me “tapping out” this morning.
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment on my love-making abilities or if she was taking a run at me in regards to the end result of my first match against Ross Hanson. This is that socialization shit I was talking about.
Darius: Well don’t worry, I have no intent of making Amber “tap out”, not like that anyway.
Jordyn: Not your type?
She was teasing me now, I should be infuriated, but I’m guessing this delectable serving of eggs, onions, hash browns, and bacon had me tempering my rage. The way to a man’s heart truly was through their stomache.
Darius: Baby girl, everybody’s my type, as long as the lights are down low and that alcohol got flow.
Jordyn: That include guys?
Again with the teasing. Jokes on her though, I swing both ways. I shrug my shoulders, devour another piece of bacon, and she simply laughs. Getting rid of her was going to be harder than I thought.
Jordyn: So when we going out again?
She removed my plate before I was even done. Must be her way of giving me a taste but leave me wanting more.
Darius: Bitch, we just went to a Blackhawks game!
Jordyn: Yeah, but they lost… so that doesn’t count.
Darius: Against the top team in the Metropolitan Division!
Jordyn: Still a loss…
She had me there. Truth be told, I wasn’t really a hockey guy anyway. I took her there as a way to offset the fact that she – for obvious reasons – has an innate passion for basketball. Add that to the fact that the Blackhawks currently had their own “black mark” on the franchise at the moment, and I thought it would be a surefire way to ensure that this date was the last. Still, being at the game, hearing all the different opinions from the fans on “what really happened”, made me miss being a lawyer. Regardless of HOW I got the verdict, it still felt like “justice” to me to see these bad people get theirs.
Darius: I’ll get back to you on that, I need to go train for my upcoming match.
Jordyn: Fine, just don’t wait too long – a body like this doesn’t wait around for no man.
That’s what I was hoping.
When I got to the Equinox gym, it was packed per the norm. At this point, a few people began to recognize me from my brief debut in Revolution1. It was a bit off-putting, as I was used to those that identified me out in public as having been tied up with some type of legal case. Those conversations were usually very unpleasant. In this regard, people were asking for autographs, talking strategy. Most of the guys, in typical fashion, wanted to know how many of the women wrestlers I had already “tapped”. Again, that word doesn’t quite carry the same weight that it used to… thanks in part to Ross Hanson. I could’ve even get my revenge on that son-of-a-bitch! He got traded to the other show within minutes of defeating me in my debut. By the time I stepped into the ring with my sparring partner, I was all out of sorts.
Trainer: Keep your guard up… move those feet… don’t let him get behind…
I crashed down to the mat. The trainer sighed, my partner offered me his hand, but I shrugged him off. I know that I’m still “green” at this and that it would take me a few matches to get my feet under me. But this was starting to get frustrating. Everything used to come so easy to me.
Trainer: You want that prissy little thing to embarrass you on Tuesday night?
Darius: Prissy? She probably has more muscles than you do.
The old man guffawed at me and stormed off, swearing so much in consecutive sequence you would’ve thought he had just created a new word altogether.
Training Partner: Yo man, Amber Payne is no joke…
Darius: Yeah, yeah… #1 Contender to the Rising Star Championship, I know.
Training Partner: She’s the real deal dawg. And those submission moves…
Darius: She’s NOT going to make me tap out.
Training Partner: Fair enough, but you know that she’s not the only one you have to worry about.
Darius: It’s a steel cage match; I doubt that her manager will be able to do much to save her inside of that.
Training Partner: Nah dawg, I meant that other piece of ass; Serena Storm.
Darius: She’s a glorified cheerleader; she won’t get in my way. Besides, Amber beat Serena in her debut match, made her tap out. Not just tap out though; she tried to rip Storm’s arms off. If Serena is any type of competitor, she won’t simply forget about that piece of it. She’ll want revenge; she’ll want to make sure that I win this match.
Training Partner: You’re not exactly the most likeable…
Darius: Doesn’t matter, fact is… I haven’t done shit to Serena. Those two have history and it ain’t pretty. So that gives me the advantage. Not that I really need it to take out “The Huntress”. My debut match with Ross Hanson may’ve not ended the way that I wanted, but I swallowed my pride, I tapped out, and I lived to fight another day. So now when I face Amber Payne inside that steel cage, I do so at 100%. As far as I’m concerned, my first match was a warm-up to the real thing. I got involved in wrestling for moments just like this, to be locked inside of a steel cage with my opponent. To inflict upon them the kind of justice that only someone like me can dish out. This “Beat the Clock” challenge is a caveat for Amber, some secondary objective she needs to complete in order to set the stage for her match for the Rising Star Championship. The primary objective should be to beat me, but how focused will she be on that? She, much like the rest of the world, already assumes that this is a victory in her books. That it’s not a matter of “if” she can beat me, but “how fast”. So I guess the question I want to know is… what happens when I beat Amber Payne? Kind of makes the Main Event pointless, right? I mean, I guess Jessie Lee just needs to beat Maggie Lockheart, but how likely is that to happen? Maggie is the #1 Contender to the Legendary Championship for a reason. So it seems like, to me at least, management was trying to throw Amber a bone here. They were planning on Maggie beating Jessie and Amber beating me; which gave Amber the advantage in her match with Jessie, are you following all this?
My sparring partner looked like he had just been hit in the head with a steel chair a half-dozen times as he was, for some reason, counting names or scenarios on his fingers.
Darius: Bottom line is that if Amber is going into this match thinking that I’m just someone she can simply walk over on her way to the Rising Star title match, she’s in for a VERY rude awakening. In fact, I think that if I beat Amber Payne in record time and Jesse Lee loses either her match or is unable to “Beat the Clock” that I’ve set; I should be added to that Rising Star Championship match. And I should be the one that determines the stipulation.
Training Partner: I don’t think that’s how it…
I grab my sparring partner and drive him face-first into the mat with the “Blind Justice”, giving Amber a preview of what awaits her in just a manner of days.
Darius: The “Winds of Change” are upon us, Amber. I’m going to make you eat that steel, I’m going to bust that pretty little face of yours up, and I’m going to take what should be mine in the first place – the Rising Star Championship! You may think I’m just another stepping stone on the way to glory but bitch… you got it all wrong. You’re my ladder to the top and I’m going to climb you all fucking night!
