Post by seb on Aug 14, 2022 17:56:32 GMT -5
Sebastian slowly raised his head, a smirk etched across his face, his chiseled jaw turned ever so slightly to allow the viewer the unmatched pleasure of taking in his epic bone structure.
“Hello there.” He said, his hands pressed in the pockets of a pair of stone-coloured chinos, his navy blue shirt rolled up to the sleeves. “My name is Sebastian Everett-Bryce - and this? This is Sloane Taylor.”
Seb extended his hand and with delicate poise, the exquisite blonde stepped from behind him, her fingers caressing his palm before taking her place by Seb’s side. She bounced on the balls of her feet and reached up to wave at the camera.
“Hey!” She said excitedly. “Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun - The Margarita Mix. I can’t even believe we’re here, Seb.”
“I know, what a difference a month makes. The two of us talking over the possibilities of partaking, and before we knew it…” Seb made a little poof signal with his fingers.
“Right?! Definitely a popular event - so many stars from inside and outside OCW. But when deadline for sign-ups passed.” Sloane allowed herself to pout. “No Seb and Sloane…”
“No Seb and Sloane.” Seb said, placing a hand upon his chest as if in mourning. “But fear not, OCW - for when the powers that be found themselves in need of Star Power to fill a void, they knew exactly where to come.”
“That’s right.” Said Sloane with an assured nod. “We’ve been called a lot of things in our time as partners. Sloeb…”
“Sebastione…” Seb said counting off on his fingers.
“Seb’n’Sloane…” Sloane said, placing a finger on her chin as if she were thinking. “The Empire of the Skies!”
“Oh yes!” Said Seb. “I liked that one… But what really mattered was that when OCW called us, we were ready.”
“Without hesitation.” Said Sloane, as she swayed back and forth on her feet. “I mean this event seems like so much fun, and when we were given a second chance, we grabbed hold of it and wouldn’t let it go.”
“I know that’s a problem for some of you… Most of you… Maybe even all of you. After all, we know OCW hasn’t always done well with outsiders…” Seb said with a glance at Sloane while he mouthed the word ‘awkward’. “That being said, you can’t look a gift horse in the mouth, and the two of us are definitely a gift.”
“UGWC Chaos Champion.” Said Sloane pointing at Seb.
“Pro Wrestling Valor Disavowed Champion…” Said Seb pointing back at Sloane.
“Three time UGWC Cooperative Champion…” Sloane nodded at her partner.
“Former UGWC World Heavyweight Champion…” Said Seb, checking off the accolades on his fingers.
“UGWC Grand Slam winner…” Said Sloane, with raised eyebrows.
“Oh okay, I win…” Said Seb. Sloane swatted him on the arm. “But let’s be real here - the accolades that came before mean nothing. As our gamekeeper once said, ‘No-one cares how many prizes your geese have won when they’re making Fois Gras’.”
Sloane paused and looked up at him.
“You really have no idea how to connect with people, do you?” She asked.
“Not really…” Seb said, looking a touch sheepish. “My point, love, is that no-one here cares what we’ve won before. They’ll know, because they’re smart - they’ll have done their checks and have some idea what they’re dealing with - but the championships alone are only part of the story.”
“That’s right - they don’t tell how I’ve fought back from not one, but two almost career-ending injuries, returning better than ever.” Sloane said with a nod.
“Indeed. And they won’t tell the story of how I once launched myself from the back of a golf cart in order to clothesline a friend of mine into a pond.” Said Seb proudly.
“In fairness, I’m not sure anyone needs to know that story, Seb.” Said Sloane.
“But it has a clothesline in it…” Said Seb, looking sad.
“My point is this - people judge me. They always have - they look at me and my size. They would look at my pink hair, now blonde. They used to listen to me talk and hear how I’d be respectful and complementary and they’d assume that made me soft and weak. But I’m here to prove to everyone you don’t need harsh words and bitter taunts to prove that you’re better than your opponents. You just need to want it more.” Said Sloane.
“Personally, I like the harsh words and bitter taunts. For example, it will be interesting just how Cypher and Sahara manage to coexist after he clearly took advantages to gain a victory over her just a few weeks ago, and knowing that she’s gunning for his championship. We all know, Sahara - capable, talented, but willing and able to twist any situation to her advantage. Would it really surprise anyone if she left Cypher to fend for himself? He’s good - but he’s not good enough if he has to face the two of us two on one.” Said Seb.
“Sebastian!” Sloane said. “They’re our friends.”
“That’s my point Sloane - they’re our friends. And even so, we’re willing to tear them apart and break them down, either together or separately to win this thing. Do I care who it is that stands across from us? No - of course not. Do I hope that Sahara and Cypher beat seven shades of shit out of each other before we even get to them? No.” Said Seb.
“I’m just saying… You could be nicer.” Said Sloane with a roll of her eyes.
“Fine.” Said Seb. “They’re perfectly talented wrestlers and more than capable of winning this entire thing.”
“Better.” Said Sloane, with a smirk.
“All the more reason to hope they kill each other before they get anywhere near the final.” Said Seb with a smile.
“ANYWAY.” Said Sloane quickly. “Sahypher…”
“Oh that’s good!” Said Seb.
“Thank you, Sebastian.” Sloane said with a smile. “Aren’t our only competition - we know that. I mean, there are other fine examples of Tag Team excellence. For one you have Dane Preston and Cass Baumer…”
“Urgh…” Said Seb, rolling his eyes. “Please tell me I don’t have to deal with Dane again. It would be like the fourth time I’ve had to promo against him, and only twice he managed to make it to the ring against me. Though, I suppose, given how chatty he is on Twitter there’s every opportunity for him to piss someone off before the night and get the Fix knocked out of him…”
“Do you actually want to face anyone in this tournament?” Sloane asked.
“If I could make it to the final without lifting a finger, you know I would, love.” Seb said. “Besides, if Dane gets his faculties rearranged, that means you won’t have to fight Cass.”
“I’d love to fight Cass!” Said Sloane excitedly. “She’s amazing!”
“You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen!” Seb said, his arms extended wide. “I can see the headlines now - The Sky Queen, Sloane Taylor, targets Cassandra Baumer for violence and destruction.”
“That’s not what I said!” Sloane protested. “I just said I’d like to wrestle her - she’s amazing, and I love her, and it would be great to test myself against her.”
“Oh… Well…” Seb said, looking faux-apologetic. “I’m pretty sure my headline will probably stick…”
Sloane’s shoulders slumped
“I imagine it will.” She said quietly. “Fine - how about Dolly and Thunder Knuckles. XWF legends! That would be a lot of fun, right?”
“Absolutely - and, it would give you the opportunity to complete the No Good Bastard set.” Seb said.
“OhmygodlanguageSeb!” Sloane said in a high pitched voice.
“No, Sloane, that’s the name of the team he’s in… The No Good Bas…” Seb began, but Sloane reached up and pressed a finger against his lips.
“Can we please say the No Good B*stards?” Sloane said.
“I don’t even know how you say that…” Seb said, looking puzzled, before shaking his head. “My point was, that you’d have beaten Bobby and TK and completed the set!”
“Exactly!” Said Sloane looking excited. That feeling changed when she reached up and rubbed her jaw. “Though we’d have to also beat up Thad’s best friend too.”
“Second best friend.” Said Seb.
“I’m not sure that’s true, Seb…” Said Sloane. He slowly turned his head to face her with narrowed eyes.
“Why do you want to hurt me, Sloane Taylor?” Sloane held up her hands to apologise. As Seb looked away, she mouthed the words “Wow” and moved on.
“There’s Ray-Ray too!” Said Sloane.
“Hmmm… Yes…” Said Seb quietly. “Ray-Ray. Whilst I would like to think he would show weakness towards me in the form of his undying love and respect, I also worry that he may be a touch Of Mice and Men.”
“I never read that book…” Sloane said, tilting her head.
“Well if you do, in this example, I imagine I’d be the mouse.” Said Seb, looking a touch nervous. “And that’s without any focus upon his partner - a decorated Tag Team Wrestler in his own right and evident Cher fan, Brett Daniels. He’s also been complimentary about my boat shoes…”
“Who wouldn’t be complimentary about those?” Sloane asked.
“You have no idea, Sloane.” Seb said, before staring off into the middle distance. “You have no idea…”
Sloane slowly looked back at Seb, before looking away again and rolling her eyes.
“This mix is full of talent and stars and champions - Pic, the Savage Champion…” Sloane began.
“Oh he is? Did he win that Championship recently, or…” Seb began.
“Sebastian.” Sloane said warningly.
“I’m just teasing.” Said Seb with a wink.
“Mmhmm…” Said Sloane shaking her head. “And his partner The Lost Stranger, who by all accounts is a stranger… who is… Lost?”
“Feels like all Strangers are lost, one way or another. It’s when they’re found, they become friends.” Seb says, nodding slowly.
“You are wise, like Obi Wan…” Sloane said.
“Thank you.” Seb said with a hand on his heart.
“Crash Rodriguez the OCW Craze Champion…” Sloane said. “Cyper. Pic. Champions in OCW, out to make sure that these two Outsiders fail to make it out of the gate, nevermind go all of the way.”
“Heh… You said go all the way.” Said Seb.
“Ohmygodareyouseriousrightnow?!” Sloane said.
“Sorry!” Said Seb, holding up his hands.
“My point, before I was so rudely interrupted, is that all of these OCW Superstars… Ball Ball…” Sloane turns and looks at Seb and points warningly. He thinks better of saying anything. “Zybala, Caldwell, Augustus, Storm, Grenier, Canon, Thomas, O’Donnel Strader… Even our friend Ricky… They don’t want to see anyone outside of OCW walk into the Margarita Mix and walk out with the opportunity to fight for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship…”
“But you can’t always get what you want.” Seb said with a smirk. “But me and Sloane? We’re about more than want - we don’t want this, we need it. Not to impress Thad, or out of some outlandish ideal about wanting to walk into someone else's home and burn it to the ground. No - we’re better than that. In fact, we’re just… Better. We need to win the Margarita Mix, because we want to show you all that together? There’s no-one who can match us.”
“And when we’re done with that, we’ll prove no-one can match us when we’re standing against one another either.” Sloane said with a nod.
“Whether its a Queendom or an Empire? The result is still the same. A new power rises in OCW.” Seb says, reaching down and gripping Sloane’s hand and raising it into the air with his own.
“So get on board. Or get out of the damn way.” Sloane says, before looking up at Seb before they exchange a kiss.
“You heard the lady.” Said Seb, with a smile. “See you all at the Mix.”
“Hello there.” He said, his hands pressed in the pockets of a pair of stone-coloured chinos, his navy blue shirt rolled up to the sleeves. “My name is Sebastian Everett-Bryce - and this? This is Sloane Taylor.”
Seb extended his hand and with delicate poise, the exquisite blonde stepped from behind him, her fingers caressing his palm before taking her place by Seb’s side. She bounced on the balls of her feet and reached up to wave at the camera.
“Hey!” She said excitedly. “Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun - The Margarita Mix. I can’t even believe we’re here, Seb.”
“I know, what a difference a month makes. The two of us talking over the possibilities of partaking, and before we knew it…” Seb made a little poof signal with his fingers.
“Right?! Definitely a popular event - so many stars from inside and outside OCW. But when deadline for sign-ups passed.” Sloane allowed herself to pout. “No Seb and Sloane…”
“No Seb and Sloane.” Seb said, placing a hand upon his chest as if in mourning. “But fear not, OCW - for when the powers that be found themselves in need of Star Power to fill a void, they knew exactly where to come.”
“That’s right.” Said Sloane with an assured nod. “We’ve been called a lot of things in our time as partners. Sloeb…”
“Sebastione…” Seb said counting off on his fingers.
“Seb’n’Sloane…” Sloane said, placing a finger on her chin as if she were thinking. “The Empire of the Skies!”
“Oh yes!” Said Seb. “I liked that one… But what really mattered was that when OCW called us, we were ready.”
“Without hesitation.” Said Sloane, as she swayed back and forth on her feet. “I mean this event seems like so much fun, and when we were given a second chance, we grabbed hold of it and wouldn’t let it go.”
“I know that’s a problem for some of you… Most of you… Maybe even all of you. After all, we know OCW hasn’t always done well with outsiders…” Seb said with a glance at Sloane while he mouthed the word ‘awkward’. “That being said, you can’t look a gift horse in the mouth, and the two of us are definitely a gift.”
“UGWC Chaos Champion.” Said Sloane pointing at Seb.
“Pro Wrestling Valor Disavowed Champion…” Said Seb pointing back at Sloane.
“Three time UGWC Cooperative Champion…” Sloane nodded at her partner.
“Former UGWC World Heavyweight Champion…” Said Seb, checking off the accolades on his fingers.
“UGWC Grand Slam winner…” Said Sloane, with raised eyebrows.
“Oh okay, I win…” Said Seb. Sloane swatted him on the arm. “But let’s be real here - the accolades that came before mean nothing. As our gamekeeper once said, ‘No-one cares how many prizes your geese have won when they’re making Fois Gras’.”
Sloane paused and looked up at him.
“You really have no idea how to connect with people, do you?” She asked.
“Not really…” Seb said, looking a touch sheepish. “My point, love, is that no-one here cares what we’ve won before. They’ll know, because they’re smart - they’ll have done their checks and have some idea what they’re dealing with - but the championships alone are only part of the story.”
“That’s right - they don’t tell how I’ve fought back from not one, but two almost career-ending injuries, returning better than ever.” Sloane said with a nod.
“Indeed. And they won’t tell the story of how I once launched myself from the back of a golf cart in order to clothesline a friend of mine into a pond.” Said Seb proudly.
“In fairness, I’m not sure anyone needs to know that story, Seb.” Said Sloane.
“But it has a clothesline in it…” Said Seb, looking sad.
“My point is this - people judge me. They always have - they look at me and my size. They would look at my pink hair, now blonde. They used to listen to me talk and hear how I’d be respectful and complementary and they’d assume that made me soft and weak. But I’m here to prove to everyone you don’t need harsh words and bitter taunts to prove that you’re better than your opponents. You just need to want it more.” Said Sloane.
“Personally, I like the harsh words and bitter taunts. For example, it will be interesting just how Cypher and Sahara manage to coexist after he clearly took advantages to gain a victory over her just a few weeks ago, and knowing that she’s gunning for his championship. We all know, Sahara - capable, talented, but willing and able to twist any situation to her advantage. Would it really surprise anyone if she left Cypher to fend for himself? He’s good - but he’s not good enough if he has to face the two of us two on one.” Said Seb.
“Sebastian!” Sloane said. “They’re our friends.”
“That’s my point Sloane - they’re our friends. And even so, we’re willing to tear them apart and break them down, either together or separately to win this thing. Do I care who it is that stands across from us? No - of course not. Do I hope that Sahara and Cypher beat seven shades of shit out of each other before we even get to them? No.” Said Seb.
“I’m just saying… You could be nicer.” Said Sloane with a roll of her eyes.
“Fine.” Said Seb. “They’re perfectly talented wrestlers and more than capable of winning this entire thing.”
“Better.” Said Sloane, with a smirk.
“All the more reason to hope they kill each other before they get anywhere near the final.” Said Seb with a smile.
“ANYWAY.” Said Sloane quickly. “Sahypher…”
“Oh that’s good!” Said Seb.
“Thank you, Sebastian.” Sloane said with a smile. “Aren’t our only competition - we know that. I mean, there are other fine examples of Tag Team excellence. For one you have Dane Preston and Cass Baumer…”
“Urgh…” Said Seb, rolling his eyes. “Please tell me I don’t have to deal with Dane again. It would be like the fourth time I’ve had to promo against him, and only twice he managed to make it to the ring against me. Though, I suppose, given how chatty he is on Twitter there’s every opportunity for him to piss someone off before the night and get the Fix knocked out of him…”
“Do you actually want to face anyone in this tournament?” Sloane asked.
“If I could make it to the final without lifting a finger, you know I would, love.” Seb said. “Besides, if Dane gets his faculties rearranged, that means you won’t have to fight Cass.”
“I’d love to fight Cass!” Said Sloane excitedly. “She’s amazing!”
“You heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen!” Seb said, his arms extended wide. “I can see the headlines now - The Sky Queen, Sloane Taylor, targets Cassandra Baumer for violence and destruction.”
“That’s not what I said!” Sloane protested. “I just said I’d like to wrestle her - she’s amazing, and I love her, and it would be great to test myself against her.”
“Oh… Well…” Seb said, looking faux-apologetic. “I’m pretty sure my headline will probably stick…”
Sloane’s shoulders slumped
“I imagine it will.” She said quietly. “Fine - how about Dolly and Thunder Knuckles. XWF legends! That would be a lot of fun, right?”
“Absolutely - and, it would give you the opportunity to complete the No Good Bastard set.” Seb said.
“OhmygodlanguageSeb!” Sloane said in a high pitched voice.
“No, Sloane, that’s the name of the team he’s in… The No Good Bas…” Seb began, but Sloane reached up and pressed a finger against his lips.
“Can we please say the No Good B*stards?” Sloane said.
“I don’t even know how you say that…” Seb said, looking puzzled, before shaking his head. “My point was, that you’d have beaten Bobby and TK and completed the set!”
“Exactly!” Said Sloane looking excited. That feeling changed when she reached up and rubbed her jaw. “Though we’d have to also beat up Thad’s best friend too.”
“Second best friend.” Said Seb.
“I’m not sure that’s true, Seb…” Said Sloane. He slowly turned his head to face her with narrowed eyes.
“Why do you want to hurt me, Sloane Taylor?” Sloane held up her hands to apologise. As Seb looked away, she mouthed the words “Wow” and moved on.
“There’s Ray-Ray too!” Said Sloane.
“Hmmm… Yes…” Said Seb quietly. “Ray-Ray. Whilst I would like to think he would show weakness towards me in the form of his undying love and respect, I also worry that he may be a touch Of Mice and Men.”
“I never read that book…” Sloane said, tilting her head.
“Well if you do, in this example, I imagine I’d be the mouse.” Said Seb, looking a touch nervous. “And that’s without any focus upon his partner - a decorated Tag Team Wrestler in his own right and evident Cher fan, Brett Daniels. He’s also been complimentary about my boat shoes…”
“Who wouldn’t be complimentary about those?” Sloane asked.
“You have no idea, Sloane.” Seb said, before staring off into the middle distance. “You have no idea…”
Sloane slowly looked back at Seb, before looking away again and rolling her eyes.
“This mix is full of talent and stars and champions - Pic, the Savage Champion…” Sloane began.
“Oh he is? Did he win that Championship recently, or…” Seb began.
“Sebastian.” Sloane said warningly.
“I’m just teasing.” Said Seb with a wink.
“Mmhmm…” Said Sloane shaking her head. “And his partner The Lost Stranger, who by all accounts is a stranger… who is… Lost?”
“Feels like all Strangers are lost, one way or another. It’s when they’re found, they become friends.” Seb says, nodding slowly.
“You are wise, like Obi Wan…” Sloane said.
“Thank you.” Seb said with a hand on his heart.
“Crash Rodriguez the OCW Craze Champion…” Sloane said. “Cyper. Pic. Champions in OCW, out to make sure that these two Outsiders fail to make it out of the gate, nevermind go all of the way.”
“Heh… You said go all the way.” Said Seb.
“Ohmygodareyouseriousrightnow?!” Sloane said.
“Sorry!” Said Seb, holding up his hands.
“My point, before I was so rudely interrupted, is that all of these OCW Superstars… Ball Ball…” Sloane turns and looks at Seb and points warningly. He thinks better of saying anything. “Zybala, Caldwell, Augustus, Storm, Grenier, Canon, Thomas, O’Donnel Strader… Even our friend Ricky… They don’t want to see anyone outside of OCW walk into the Margarita Mix and walk out with the opportunity to fight for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship…”
“But you can’t always get what you want.” Seb said with a smirk. “But me and Sloane? We’re about more than want - we don’t want this, we need it. Not to impress Thad, or out of some outlandish ideal about wanting to walk into someone else's home and burn it to the ground. No - we’re better than that. In fact, we’re just… Better. We need to win the Margarita Mix, because we want to show you all that together? There’s no-one who can match us.”
“And when we’re done with that, we’ll prove no-one can match us when we’re standing against one another either.” Sloane said with a nod.
“Whether its a Queendom or an Empire? The result is still the same. A new power rises in OCW.” Seb says, reaching down and gripping Sloane’s hand and raising it into the air with his own.
“So get on board. Or get out of the damn way.” Sloane says, before looking up at Seb before they exchange a kiss.
“You heard the lady.” Said Seb, with a smile. “See you all at the Mix.”