Post by Sarah Twilight on May 2, 2020 17:12:34 GMT -5
[OOC: Lilith used with permission from the handler and written by me]
You wouldn’t be able to tell just by looking at them, but there’s been a tremendous amount of stress placed upon Sarah Twilight and her gorgeous wife, Lilith. The former OCW Tag Champions had enjoyed nearly eight months of “retirement” from professional wrestling since the company had closed its doors in late August last year. The time away had afforded them opportunities to focus on one another and strengthen their relationship. This was especially rewarding for Lilith as Sarah’s attention was no longer split between work and home. Anyone who has ever known Sarah knows that she only has two passions in her life; wrestling, and Lilith. With the closure of OCW, Lilith became her only passion.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago with the announcement of Manifest Destiny 2, and the harmonious wave of love and devotion was rattled as Sarah became the very first person to throw her name into the hat for the tournament. Of course Lilith followed suit, but the seeds had already been planted. Sarah’s training schedule was not only rigorous, but time consuming. This meant she was spending much less time with her wife than what Lilith had become accustomed to in recent months. Lilith had never put as much time in as she only competed to share that time with her wife. Sarah on the other hand, was obsessed with being the very best. This tournament was an opportunity to prove just that.
None of this was obvious as the couple walk hand in hand down the aisles of “The Sexy Box”, an exclusive adult toy and lingerie shop in Hialeah, Florida. With the current situation, and Florida somewhat reopening to the masses, this exclusive shop was by appointment only. This meant that the former tag champs were the only ones in the store right now. Lilith’s eyes light up with amazement as they pass by an array of dildos, vibrators, bed tethers and various other BDSM devices. Her interest peaks most as they scan the perimeter aisles where all of the costumes and lingerie was being displayed along the walls.
“Ooooohhhh baby! I bet you’d look super HOT in these yummy outfits!”
Sarah giggles as her wife makes the comment, though the redhead’s attention was on a few other items stocked on the shelves.
“Hmmm, this is interesting. Stimulating nail polish …”
She reads over the label as she describes it for Lilith.
“Provides a warming and tingling sensation … that sounds exciting.”
Lilith takes a look at the clear polish which basically had similar selling points as a lubricated condom.
“Yeahhhhh but, I already get a warm tingly sensation from your fingers and nails, hahaha!”
Lilith takes hold of Sarah’s hands and looks them over. The redhead’s fingernails were just about as long as Lilith’s now. This was another benefit of the two of them having been at home for eight months. The raven haired beauty frowns a bit as she looks at Sarah’s beautiful nails.
“You’re not gonna cut them now since we’ve started wrestling again, right?”
Sarah places her hand over her wife’s cheek reassuringly as she shakes her head.
“No. No of course not. I like them grown out, and so do you. I’m not gonna cut them, I promise.”
The two women continue to browse, eventually deciding on a few outfits and items which included a vibrating egg for later use. Despite the initial excitement of purchasing some sex toys, Lilith sighs heavily as they head out of the store with their bags.
“I don’t want stuff to go back like how it was before, Sarah. Please don’t make me be all lonely cos of work!”
Sarah places the bags into the back seat of their car and her eyes widen a bit at her wife’s comment.
“Baby, I would never wanna make you feel lonely. Not ever! Why do you think that’s gonna happen?”
Lilith is on the verge of crying at this point as she rushes over to Sarah and practically collapses into her arms, holding onto her for dear life.
“Because! You always go super work mode and do stuff like spend HOURS on your laptop watching videos of your opponents. OR spend all day in the gym and there’s barely any us time and that’s not okayz! Whenever you go all Grrrrrr at work, I get barely any attention and I don’t ever ever wanna go back to that! I don’t want stupid eggs for company, I want YOU!”
Sarah gasps a bit as her wife pours her heart out like she was doing and embraces her deeply and tightly, comforting her.
“You’re right. That’s not okay. I don’t have any excuses for how much I focused on work in the past. That’s why I stopped doing single matches and only wanted to team with you so that we could do everything together. You are my whole world, Lilith. I love you and I promise I’m never gonna make you feel like you’re less important to me than work. I know us being apart for these matches is scary and you think it’s gonna end up like before, but it won’t.”
Lilith looks at Sarah with big puppy dog eyes.
“Pinky promise?”
Sarah smiles and nods her head as she gives her wife a very loving kiss on the lips. Afterwards she interlocks her pinky with Lilith’s and gives one more affirmative nod.
“Pinky promise.”
Lilith immediately returns to the bouncing bundle of excitement she always was and wraps her arms around Sarah.
“Okayz, good! I’m sorry, Sarah. I just don’t wanna lose what we have. I know you need to prepare for your match. I know you’re gonna beat that NOBODY anywayz!”
Sarah half chuckles, but the thought of her first round match already had soured her quite a bit and it was very obvious as her demeanor changes.
“Yeah you seem to be the only one who thinks so.”
Lilith gasps a bit at seeing her Sarah upset.
“Babyyyyyy, who cares what any of those jerk faces think? We both know you’re wayyyyy better than some stupid hillbilly.”
The two women finally part from their embrace and Sarah leans against the hood of the car, still bothered by the entire situation.
“No I get it. Chad Vargas is a Hall of Famer. He’s expected to win. But as usual, nobody thinks I even have a fighting chance. But that’s just the thing … he’s got all these accomplishments and he just throws his name in for the hell of it. He doesn’t care about this. And it infuriates me that I’m an afterthought because Chad Fuckin’ Vargas decided he needed another feather in his cap. Where was he last August when the doors were closed and we all lost our JOBS?!”
Sarah begins pacing back and forth, unintentionally in unison with the moving neon lights of The Sexy Box. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was huffing mad she might even be mistaken for a mascot for the adult store with how she was dressed. Crop top, daisy duke shorts and open toed high heels.
“I’ll tell you where he was. At home, collecting royalty checks on his NAME while we were in the ring busting our asses! He couldn’t be bothered to show up when OCW needed him, only when it was convenient for him. Now here we are and what, I’m supposed to bow down because he did some stuff in the past? Nobody is gonna remember it if Chad wins this thing. It’s just gonna be lost in the pile of all the other shit he did. But for me, this is an opportunity to kick open the door and MAKE people take notice. MAKE them take me seriously!”
People don’t remember when someone who is already revered as great does something else great. But people do remember the moment someone achieves greatness. In her OCW career, Sarah wasn’t expected to win the Oh Shit! Contract, she wasn’t expected to have been a champion. She’s made a career on proving everyone wrong and this was no different. This was the first step to a large mountain. One that she intends to climb. Chad Vargas was born for this business, he’s already made his name and created his legacy. Sarah Twilight was still in the process of leaving her mark on OCW. Defeating Vargas would not only be the most monumental victory of her OCW career, it would be the catalyst to her lasting legacy.
Sarah continues to pace back and forth as she clenches her fists tightly. Lilith now walks up to her, placing her hands on her shoulders and trying to calm her wife down.
“Sarahhhhh, people DO take you seriously! You have to calm down, baby…”
“No!”
Sarah interrupts her wife, still seething at how underappreciated she was feeling.
“I’m sick of this shit! I give my fucking ALL every damn time I go out there and it doesn’t matter. I win the contract back in 2014 and what happens? We get escorted out the door. I don’t get to use my contract until five YEARS later and I had to FIGHT to get what I was owed. Then we get a shot at regaining OUR championships and what happens? Oh what do you know, the doors closed AGAIN! And the worst part … the WORST part is that for that whole five years, Chad Vargas was able to make his name while I was kept on the outside looking in. I should already HAVE my legacy in OCW. But I don’t and it’s people like Vargas that piss me off because he doesn’t have any passion for this. He shows up because it’s something to do. I was the FIRST person to put my name down for this thing… and what do I get for my passion? My loyalty? A passing fucking mention! But hey stop the press, Chad Vargas signed up … whoopty fucking doo!”
Lilith frowns a bit as she is unable to calm Sarah down. The fiery redhead just continues to rant.
“I’ve sacrificed and given more to OCW than it has ever given back to me… I have you upset at just the THOUGHT of me wrestling again and I get no respect whatsoever. And for what? Vargas is gonna stroll in to do what? Call me a pussy? Well I got one right here!”
Sarah reaches down and grabs hold of her own crotch, disgusted at the entire idea.
“Oh maybe he’ll call me a dyke, or a vampire maybe? Tell me to make him a sandwich? How fucking original. Oh, here’s an idea … maybe he can put a sheet over his head and drink beer while he comes to us live via satellite from Vargasland or Vargasworld or wherever the fuck his inflated ego decides he’s from today. That’s if he even decides to speak for himself. For all I know, he’ll have that asshole Treat Cassidy do it for him. Yeah don’t think that I forgot that motherfucker was running OCW back in 2014 when I was conveniently pushed out. No coincidence there.”
The sarcasm slides off of Sarah’s tongue sharply as she rolls her eyes in contempt. Suddenly Sarah turns around and begins slamming her fists into the hood of the couple’s car over and over again.
“No more! NO MORE! NO MORE! NO FUCKING MORE!”
Her fist pounding the hood harder with each shout until finally she ceases with the assault.
“I don’t care who he is or how everyone makes such a big deal about him. Vargas isn’t ready for this. He isn’t ready for ME! I hope he underestimates me. I hope his sexist, bigoted ego shines right the fuck through and proves me right! I need this, and he doesn’t. I fucking NEED this! That makes me more dangerous than ANYONE he’s ever stepped into the ring with. I have something to prove and I’m going to do it at his expense. People can talk all they want about Chad Vargas … because the ONLY thing they will be talking about come Monday night is how Chad Vargas was dropped in the middle of the ring by Sarah Fuckin’ Twilight on her way towards the FINALS of this tournament!”
As Sarah finishes saying this, she actually starts to breathe a bit more normally. Lilith once again places her hands onto Sarah’s shoulders and comforts her.
“Ummmmmm baby? Are you all done being Grrrrr now?”
Sarah wraps her arms around Lilith tightly and nods her head, feeling a bit bad at ranting at her how she had.
“Yes, I’m finished. Let’s go home now.”
Lilith smiles excitedly.
“Good, cos I wanna see you in some of those super yummy outfits we bought!”
The two women giggle as they get into the car. Sarah would be punching her ticket to round two come Monday … but for now … she’d be punching Lilith’s box …. her “Sexy Box” as it were.
You wouldn’t be able to tell just by looking at them, but there’s been a tremendous amount of stress placed upon Sarah Twilight and her gorgeous wife, Lilith. The former OCW Tag Champions had enjoyed nearly eight months of “retirement” from professional wrestling since the company had closed its doors in late August last year. The time away had afforded them opportunities to focus on one another and strengthen their relationship. This was especially rewarding for Lilith as Sarah’s attention was no longer split between work and home. Anyone who has ever known Sarah knows that she only has two passions in her life; wrestling, and Lilith. With the closure of OCW, Lilith became her only passion.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago with the announcement of Manifest Destiny 2, and the harmonious wave of love and devotion was rattled as Sarah became the very first person to throw her name into the hat for the tournament. Of course Lilith followed suit, but the seeds had already been planted. Sarah’s training schedule was not only rigorous, but time consuming. This meant she was spending much less time with her wife than what Lilith had become accustomed to in recent months. Lilith had never put as much time in as she only competed to share that time with her wife. Sarah on the other hand, was obsessed with being the very best. This tournament was an opportunity to prove just that.
None of this was obvious as the couple walk hand in hand down the aisles of “The Sexy Box”, an exclusive adult toy and lingerie shop in Hialeah, Florida. With the current situation, and Florida somewhat reopening to the masses, this exclusive shop was by appointment only. This meant that the former tag champs were the only ones in the store right now. Lilith’s eyes light up with amazement as they pass by an array of dildos, vibrators, bed tethers and various other BDSM devices. Her interest peaks most as they scan the perimeter aisles where all of the costumes and lingerie was being displayed along the walls.
“Ooooohhhh baby! I bet you’d look super HOT in these yummy outfits!”
Sarah giggles as her wife makes the comment, though the redhead’s attention was on a few other items stocked on the shelves.
“Hmmm, this is interesting. Stimulating nail polish …”
She reads over the label as she describes it for Lilith.
“Provides a warming and tingling sensation … that sounds exciting.”
Lilith takes a look at the clear polish which basically had similar selling points as a lubricated condom.
“Yeahhhhh but, I already get a warm tingly sensation from your fingers and nails, hahaha!”
Lilith takes hold of Sarah’s hands and looks them over. The redhead’s fingernails were just about as long as Lilith’s now. This was another benefit of the two of them having been at home for eight months. The raven haired beauty frowns a bit as she looks at Sarah’s beautiful nails.
“You’re not gonna cut them now since we’ve started wrestling again, right?”
Sarah places her hand over her wife’s cheek reassuringly as she shakes her head.
“No. No of course not. I like them grown out, and so do you. I’m not gonna cut them, I promise.”
The two women continue to browse, eventually deciding on a few outfits and items which included a vibrating egg for later use. Despite the initial excitement of purchasing some sex toys, Lilith sighs heavily as they head out of the store with their bags.
“I don’t want stuff to go back like how it was before, Sarah. Please don’t make me be all lonely cos of work!”
Sarah places the bags into the back seat of their car and her eyes widen a bit at her wife’s comment.
“Baby, I would never wanna make you feel lonely. Not ever! Why do you think that’s gonna happen?”
Lilith is on the verge of crying at this point as she rushes over to Sarah and practically collapses into her arms, holding onto her for dear life.
“Because! You always go super work mode and do stuff like spend HOURS on your laptop watching videos of your opponents. OR spend all day in the gym and there’s barely any us time and that’s not okayz! Whenever you go all Grrrrrr at work, I get barely any attention and I don’t ever ever wanna go back to that! I don’t want stupid eggs for company, I want YOU!”
Sarah gasps a bit as her wife pours her heart out like she was doing and embraces her deeply and tightly, comforting her.
“You’re right. That’s not okay. I don’t have any excuses for how much I focused on work in the past. That’s why I stopped doing single matches and only wanted to team with you so that we could do everything together. You are my whole world, Lilith. I love you and I promise I’m never gonna make you feel like you’re less important to me than work. I know us being apart for these matches is scary and you think it’s gonna end up like before, but it won’t.”
Lilith looks at Sarah with big puppy dog eyes.
“Pinky promise?”
Sarah smiles and nods her head as she gives her wife a very loving kiss on the lips. Afterwards she interlocks her pinky with Lilith’s and gives one more affirmative nod.
“Pinky promise.”
Lilith immediately returns to the bouncing bundle of excitement she always was and wraps her arms around Sarah.
“Okayz, good! I’m sorry, Sarah. I just don’t wanna lose what we have. I know you need to prepare for your match. I know you’re gonna beat that NOBODY anywayz!”
Sarah half chuckles, but the thought of her first round match already had soured her quite a bit and it was very obvious as her demeanor changes.
“Yeah you seem to be the only one who thinks so.”
Lilith gasps a bit at seeing her Sarah upset.
“Babyyyyyy, who cares what any of those jerk faces think? We both know you’re wayyyyy better than some stupid hillbilly.”
The two women finally part from their embrace and Sarah leans against the hood of the car, still bothered by the entire situation.
“No I get it. Chad Vargas is a Hall of Famer. He’s expected to win. But as usual, nobody thinks I even have a fighting chance. But that’s just the thing … he’s got all these accomplishments and he just throws his name in for the hell of it. He doesn’t care about this. And it infuriates me that I’m an afterthought because Chad Fuckin’ Vargas decided he needed another feather in his cap. Where was he last August when the doors were closed and we all lost our JOBS?!”
Sarah begins pacing back and forth, unintentionally in unison with the moving neon lights of The Sexy Box. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was huffing mad she might even be mistaken for a mascot for the adult store with how she was dressed. Crop top, daisy duke shorts and open toed high heels.
“I’ll tell you where he was. At home, collecting royalty checks on his NAME while we were in the ring busting our asses! He couldn’t be bothered to show up when OCW needed him, only when it was convenient for him. Now here we are and what, I’m supposed to bow down because he did some stuff in the past? Nobody is gonna remember it if Chad wins this thing. It’s just gonna be lost in the pile of all the other shit he did. But for me, this is an opportunity to kick open the door and MAKE people take notice. MAKE them take me seriously!”
People don’t remember when someone who is already revered as great does something else great. But people do remember the moment someone achieves greatness. In her OCW career, Sarah wasn’t expected to win the Oh Shit! Contract, she wasn’t expected to have been a champion. She’s made a career on proving everyone wrong and this was no different. This was the first step to a large mountain. One that she intends to climb. Chad Vargas was born for this business, he’s already made his name and created his legacy. Sarah Twilight was still in the process of leaving her mark on OCW. Defeating Vargas would not only be the most monumental victory of her OCW career, it would be the catalyst to her lasting legacy.
Sarah continues to pace back and forth as she clenches her fists tightly. Lilith now walks up to her, placing her hands on her shoulders and trying to calm her wife down.
“Sarahhhhh, people DO take you seriously! You have to calm down, baby…”
“No!”
Sarah interrupts her wife, still seething at how underappreciated she was feeling.
“I’m sick of this shit! I give my fucking ALL every damn time I go out there and it doesn’t matter. I win the contract back in 2014 and what happens? We get escorted out the door. I don’t get to use my contract until five YEARS later and I had to FIGHT to get what I was owed. Then we get a shot at regaining OUR championships and what happens? Oh what do you know, the doors closed AGAIN! And the worst part … the WORST part is that for that whole five years, Chad Vargas was able to make his name while I was kept on the outside looking in. I should already HAVE my legacy in OCW. But I don’t and it’s people like Vargas that piss me off because he doesn’t have any passion for this. He shows up because it’s something to do. I was the FIRST person to put my name down for this thing… and what do I get for my passion? My loyalty? A passing fucking mention! But hey stop the press, Chad Vargas signed up … whoopty fucking doo!”
Lilith frowns a bit as she is unable to calm Sarah down. The fiery redhead just continues to rant.
“I’ve sacrificed and given more to OCW than it has ever given back to me… I have you upset at just the THOUGHT of me wrestling again and I get no respect whatsoever. And for what? Vargas is gonna stroll in to do what? Call me a pussy? Well I got one right here!”
Sarah reaches down and grabs hold of her own crotch, disgusted at the entire idea.
“Oh maybe he’ll call me a dyke, or a vampire maybe? Tell me to make him a sandwich? How fucking original. Oh, here’s an idea … maybe he can put a sheet over his head and drink beer while he comes to us live via satellite from Vargasland or Vargasworld or wherever the fuck his inflated ego decides he’s from today. That’s if he even decides to speak for himself. For all I know, he’ll have that asshole Treat Cassidy do it for him. Yeah don’t think that I forgot that motherfucker was running OCW back in 2014 when I was conveniently pushed out. No coincidence there.”
The sarcasm slides off of Sarah’s tongue sharply as she rolls her eyes in contempt. Suddenly Sarah turns around and begins slamming her fists into the hood of the couple’s car over and over again.
“No more! NO MORE! NO MORE! NO FUCKING MORE!”
Her fist pounding the hood harder with each shout until finally she ceases with the assault.
“I don’t care who he is or how everyone makes such a big deal about him. Vargas isn’t ready for this. He isn’t ready for ME! I hope he underestimates me. I hope his sexist, bigoted ego shines right the fuck through and proves me right! I need this, and he doesn’t. I fucking NEED this! That makes me more dangerous than ANYONE he’s ever stepped into the ring with. I have something to prove and I’m going to do it at his expense. People can talk all they want about Chad Vargas … because the ONLY thing they will be talking about come Monday night is how Chad Vargas was dropped in the middle of the ring by Sarah Fuckin’ Twilight on her way towards the FINALS of this tournament!”
As Sarah finishes saying this, she actually starts to breathe a bit more normally. Lilith once again places her hands onto Sarah’s shoulders and comforts her.
“Ummmmmm baby? Are you all done being Grrrrr now?”
Sarah wraps her arms around Lilith tightly and nods her head, feeling a bit bad at ranting at her how she had.
“Yes, I’m finished. Let’s go home now.”
Lilith smiles excitedly.
“Good, cos I wanna see you in some of those super yummy outfits we bought!”
The two women giggle as they get into the car. Sarah would be punching her ticket to round two come Monday … but for now … she’d be punching Lilith’s box …. her “Sexy Box” as it were.
