Post by ladydedraca on Mar 7, 2017 16:55:27 GMT
■out of character■ Thanks Matt, that was fun. Killing time and people.
O F F T O S T O N E Y S T A R T
Matt Stone and Elena DeDraca
In the Paramount Theater in frosty Seattle, Washington was the Phoenix Wrestling show, Redemption 105. Sooner rather than later the fans would be pouring in to see all of their favourite stars compete, but before they arrived, the talent was already in the building getting ready to show the world what they’re capable of. Someone who wasn’t going to be competing that night, but had been given an invitation to attend the event was walking around backstage, MATT STONE. Stone was no stranger to wrestling, already having an eight-year career under his belt, but he was always on the lookout for something new, some new challenge he could overcome and rub everyone’s faces in. He had done a bit of scouting on Phoenix and knew a couple of the players there, but for the most part he was an unknown to them and vice versa, the best way to get the drop on them in the ring. He wasn’t dressed as a wrestler, just wearing Jeans and a black hoodie with the phrase “Shut Me Up” across the front, his own catchphrase of course.
There were stagehands walking by, a security guard briefly stopped him to see his visitor’s badge he had to drag out from under his shirt, but there really weren’t too many people to interact with. Granted, the show was still six hours away and most wrestlers weren’t keen on being in the arena for that long, opting to sleep in, go to a gym, eat out, that sort of thing before a big show, whether it calms their nerves or distracts them or any other number of reasons wrestlers like to create in their heads to justify their actions. That’s what makes wrestling such a unique environment to work in, the majority of them had far different viewpoints on things than the normal, or average person. Someone who was at the building already though was the first person to actually catch Matt’s eye. Her skin was pale, almost blending in with the white walls she was stretching in front of, her ravenesque hair flowing down her shoulders, obscuring her view from him for the time being, prompting him to audibly clear his throat to get her attention.
“Can I do something for you?” Her tone was was formal and a little bit distant. She stopped her warm up, looking at him intensively. A little impatient as he kept staring. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Cat? No, I was just trying to figure out why someone would be warming up in the middle of the hallway rather than using a locker room. But this is twenty-seventeen and I shouldn’t judge, I suppose. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you before on Twitter, Elena, right? Elena Dee--Duhh...something along those lines, right?”
“Elena will do. I can't say I have seen you before. But welcome to the party. To tame your curiosity, I always warm up out here. Easier to do sprints.”
Elena looked at him somewhat curious. “Sprints?” He asks, looking up and down the hallways. “Is that something you do often? He asked, looking back at her. Sure, she looked like she could run up and down the halls for hours and not get tired. But surely there had to be a better way to spend her time.
She shrugged her shoulders when opening a water bottle. “It really depends on. If I am restless or not. But enough about me, unless you plan to become my trainer.” A light laughter. “Who are you and what you doing here?”
“Oh I’m nobody special, just someone having a look around, that’s all.” He answered, purposefully underplaying himself. No reason to tell her that he was planning on signing with the company and potentially beating her should they be placed in the same match. “Just an aspiring wrestler, but I’m sure someone like you comes across hundreds of people like me a day.” Yeah, right, he thought, a slight grin forming on his face at the notion of that.
“Quite cute you trying to belittle yourself. Especially since all of you screams, entertainer. But I won't nag. May your secrets let you sleep at night.” She wasn't fully offended but the Brit in her slowly got there.
His grin got just a bit bigger at that, apparently she wasn’t as slow as he thought she was, but considering his opinion of people upon first meeting them is pretty low to begin with, that wasn’t saying a whole lot. “Alright, you caught me, I’ve been wrestling for a few years now, but entertainer is really what I like being thought of as, so kudos to you on picking that up. Just so hard to mask my raw charisma, I suppose.”
“Yeah, yeah. Cute and pretty. Charismatic and probably taking longer in the bathroom than me.” She mocked him in a playful manner before taking out her phone. She tapped on it several times, then looked at him. “Matt Stone. Friend of Nessa Wall. Currently signed with this company in Australia. Anything I am missing?”
“Devilishly handsome? Maybe I should add that to my profile, but I think the picture should get that across fairly well, don’t you?” He asked, not even upset that she found him, likely means his PR work has been paying dividends.
“That certainly lies in the eye of the beholder. Your looks mean little to nothing to me. Your presence here though, different story.” She was giving him a wicked grin. “Although, I understand the want to see the best wrestling show around. Got at least good seats?”
“You could say that…” he pulls out the badge from around his neck. “Backstage pass, get to see everything the way it should be seen, up to and including the post match looks on the loser’s faces. Sorry to hear my Adonis-like appearance isn’t interesting to you, but I suppose to each their own. Just not very often that I meet someone who doesn’t value me as their own, ya know?”
“Oh munchkin, I am sure you make them drool.” She waved her wedding ring towards him. “And I ain't as hard on those that lose. Often enough it's about fighting the fight. Leaving your mark.”
He rolls his eyes when he sees the ring, why someone who looks so young as she does would agree to marry someone was beyond him, but it certainly made her far less interesting now. “Right, right, leaving your mark, doing your best, being proud of your efforts. As far as I’m concerned, those would be the mantras of the very losers that I’m hard on, as you put it.”
She once again shrugged her shoulders. Bending down to lace her boots. Her eyes only briefly fell back on Matt. “I really don't mind your opinion. You might learn that sooner or later. If you wanna apply for the position as arrogant prick, go for it. But darling, do not waste your time with me. We are certainly done here.”
He took a moment to let his eyes wander over her as she was lacing her boots, only half listening to what she had to say, it certainly wasn’t as interesting as what he was looking at after all. “Well it may be in your best interest to listen to me El, I have a tendency of being right. That’s not arrogance, by the way, just want to clarify that. All that is is me being confident.”
“Yeah. Confidence. Arrogance. Ignorance.” Elena by then stood right in front of him. Not backing away from whatever was coming. “It's almost adorable. You come here act all tough and smart. Truth is, I will listen to you the moment you got something to say.” She winked at him. “And Mister Stone, till further notice… my name is still Elena.”
“Act?” He asked, chuckling at the very notion that he wasn’t being sincere. “You don’t know me very well El, so I’ll let that slide, but I’m not like most people in this business. I don’t put on a act, I don’t wear masks on social media or in person, I am who I say that I am. A real Straight Shooter, if you will, and whether you choose to listen to me or not, that’s your call, but don’t let me catch you crying later when you’re caught off guard by what I’m capable of. Or, disregard me entirely, there’ nothing I like more than saying ‘I told you so’.”
“Oh darling, I wish I hadn't heard the same thing for the past ten years. Bravo. You're better than everyone else. You're different. That speech gets old so fast.” Elena stepped closer, the space between them almost closed. Without a warning she would slap him rather hard right across the mouth. Walking past him. Her dark eyes falling on him once more. “But you know what never gets old? Hand meets face. And bubbles, it's Elena.” She let out a rough laughter before walking towards the main stage.
Stone brought his and up to his cheek, turning and glaring at Elena as she walked away, eyes narrowed on the back of her head. The thought of jumping her right then and there struck his mind, but patience is a virtue, he thought. Rubbing at his cheek, he walked the opposite direction, muttering to himself… ”I don’t like her.”
O F F T O S T O N E Y S T A R T
Matt Stone and Elena DeDraca
In the Paramount Theater in frosty Seattle, Washington was the Phoenix Wrestling show, Redemption 105. Sooner rather than later the fans would be pouring in to see all of their favourite stars compete, but before they arrived, the talent was already in the building getting ready to show the world what they’re capable of. Someone who wasn’t going to be competing that night, but had been given an invitation to attend the event was walking around backstage, MATT STONE. Stone was no stranger to wrestling, already having an eight-year career under his belt, but he was always on the lookout for something new, some new challenge he could overcome and rub everyone’s faces in. He had done a bit of scouting on Phoenix and knew a couple of the players there, but for the most part he was an unknown to them and vice versa, the best way to get the drop on them in the ring. He wasn’t dressed as a wrestler, just wearing Jeans and a black hoodie with the phrase “Shut Me Up” across the front, his own catchphrase of course.
There were stagehands walking by, a security guard briefly stopped him to see his visitor’s badge he had to drag out from under his shirt, but there really weren’t too many people to interact with. Granted, the show was still six hours away and most wrestlers weren’t keen on being in the arena for that long, opting to sleep in, go to a gym, eat out, that sort of thing before a big show, whether it calms their nerves or distracts them or any other number of reasons wrestlers like to create in their heads to justify their actions. That’s what makes wrestling such a unique environment to work in, the majority of them had far different viewpoints on things than the normal, or average person. Someone who was at the building already though was the first person to actually catch Matt’s eye. Her skin was pale, almost blending in with the white walls she was stretching in front of, her ravenesque hair flowing down her shoulders, obscuring her view from him for the time being, prompting him to audibly clear his throat to get her attention.
“Can I do something for you?” Her tone was was formal and a little bit distant. She stopped her warm up, looking at him intensively. A little impatient as he kept staring. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Cat? No, I was just trying to figure out why someone would be warming up in the middle of the hallway rather than using a locker room. But this is twenty-seventeen and I shouldn’t judge, I suppose. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you before on Twitter, Elena, right? Elena Dee--Duhh...something along those lines, right?”
“Elena will do. I can't say I have seen you before. But welcome to the party. To tame your curiosity, I always warm up out here. Easier to do sprints.”
Elena looked at him somewhat curious. “Sprints?” He asks, looking up and down the hallways. “Is that something you do often? He asked, looking back at her. Sure, she looked like she could run up and down the halls for hours and not get tired. But surely there had to be a better way to spend her time.
She shrugged her shoulders when opening a water bottle. “It really depends on. If I am restless or not. But enough about me, unless you plan to become my trainer.” A light laughter. “Who are you and what you doing here?”
“Oh I’m nobody special, just someone having a look around, that’s all.” He answered, purposefully underplaying himself. No reason to tell her that he was planning on signing with the company and potentially beating her should they be placed in the same match. “Just an aspiring wrestler, but I’m sure someone like you comes across hundreds of people like me a day.” Yeah, right, he thought, a slight grin forming on his face at the notion of that.
“Quite cute you trying to belittle yourself. Especially since all of you screams, entertainer. But I won't nag. May your secrets let you sleep at night.” She wasn't fully offended but the Brit in her slowly got there.
His grin got just a bit bigger at that, apparently she wasn’t as slow as he thought she was, but considering his opinion of people upon first meeting them is pretty low to begin with, that wasn’t saying a whole lot. “Alright, you caught me, I’ve been wrestling for a few years now, but entertainer is really what I like being thought of as, so kudos to you on picking that up. Just so hard to mask my raw charisma, I suppose.”
“Yeah, yeah. Cute and pretty. Charismatic and probably taking longer in the bathroom than me.” She mocked him in a playful manner before taking out her phone. She tapped on it several times, then looked at him. “Matt Stone. Friend of Nessa Wall. Currently signed with this company in Australia. Anything I am missing?”
“Devilishly handsome? Maybe I should add that to my profile, but I think the picture should get that across fairly well, don’t you?” He asked, not even upset that she found him, likely means his PR work has been paying dividends.
“That certainly lies in the eye of the beholder. Your looks mean little to nothing to me. Your presence here though, different story.” She was giving him a wicked grin. “Although, I understand the want to see the best wrestling show around. Got at least good seats?”
“You could say that…” he pulls out the badge from around his neck. “Backstage pass, get to see everything the way it should be seen, up to and including the post match looks on the loser’s faces. Sorry to hear my Adonis-like appearance isn’t interesting to you, but I suppose to each their own. Just not very often that I meet someone who doesn’t value me as their own, ya know?”
“Oh munchkin, I am sure you make them drool.” She waved her wedding ring towards him. “And I ain't as hard on those that lose. Often enough it's about fighting the fight. Leaving your mark.”
He rolls his eyes when he sees the ring, why someone who looks so young as she does would agree to marry someone was beyond him, but it certainly made her far less interesting now. “Right, right, leaving your mark, doing your best, being proud of your efforts. As far as I’m concerned, those would be the mantras of the very losers that I’m hard on, as you put it.”
She once again shrugged her shoulders. Bending down to lace her boots. Her eyes only briefly fell back on Matt. “I really don't mind your opinion. You might learn that sooner or later. If you wanna apply for the position as arrogant prick, go for it. But darling, do not waste your time with me. We are certainly done here.”
He took a moment to let his eyes wander over her as she was lacing her boots, only half listening to what she had to say, it certainly wasn’t as interesting as what he was looking at after all. “Well it may be in your best interest to listen to me El, I have a tendency of being right. That’s not arrogance, by the way, just want to clarify that. All that is is me being confident.”
“Yeah. Confidence. Arrogance. Ignorance.” Elena by then stood right in front of him. Not backing away from whatever was coming. “It's almost adorable. You come here act all tough and smart. Truth is, I will listen to you the moment you got something to say.” She winked at him. “And Mister Stone, till further notice… my name is still Elena.”
“Act?” He asked, chuckling at the very notion that he wasn’t being sincere. “You don’t know me very well El, so I’ll let that slide, but I’m not like most people in this business. I don’t put on a act, I don’t wear masks on social media or in person, I am who I say that I am. A real Straight Shooter, if you will, and whether you choose to listen to me or not, that’s your call, but don’t let me catch you crying later when you’re caught off guard by what I’m capable of. Or, disregard me entirely, there’ nothing I like more than saying ‘I told you so’.”
“Oh darling, I wish I hadn't heard the same thing for the past ten years. Bravo. You're better than everyone else. You're different. That speech gets old so fast.” Elena stepped closer, the space between them almost closed. Without a warning she would slap him rather hard right across the mouth. Walking past him. Her dark eyes falling on him once more. “But you know what never gets old? Hand meets face. And bubbles, it's Elena.” She let out a rough laughter before walking towards the main stage.
Stone brought his and up to his cheek, turning and glaring at Elena as she walked away, eyes narrowed on the back of her head. The thought of jumping her right then and there struck his mind, but patience is a virtue, he thought. Rubbing at his cheek, he walked the opposite direction, muttering to himself… ”I don’t like her.”