Post by ryangraves on May 24, 2017 1:11:44 GMT
April 30, 2017
The camera fades backstage an hour or so after Phoenix Wrestling Pay Per View Temptress has ended. You see some officials, ring crew and even some reporters backstage trying to get words with the victors and losers. Around from the corner walks “The Tyrant of Pandemonium” Ryan Graves fresh off his victory over Raijin and Crowe. On his left arm with a huge smile on her face is Gabriele Hellström.
“That was too easy. I did not even break a sweat. That is bad news for you Gabby as you are going to be my slave.”
Ryan winks at Gabby who simply rolled her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist, erasing their height difference for a moment. Tightly pressed against his body they walked down the hallway. Seeing known faces here and there, but neither of them really bothered. Both of them still feeling the adrenaline from previous events.
“Oh screw you. That was the last time I made a bet with you.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Not that I ever had the illusion of winning. Those guys were like dead meat on a Sunday Table.”
“That they were. I made an impact and started the show off the right way. And what is wrong with betting with me? It is like a win-win situation for you.”
”You just love to win period.” Gabby softly rubbed his arm. “And I have to admit that I love nothing more than you destroying those beneath you.”
They kept walking for a little longer before reaching their destination. A now empty locker room which he kicked open. Their belongings safely locked away inside a small closet. Gabriele would sit down on the wooden bench, stretching her legs out. Checking him out at the same time. The smell of sweaty guys was still in the air, tickling her nostrils. A little something to get used to. Even though his back was turned on her he noticed her look. Giving that well-known smirk when turning around.
”I also got news about your upcoming match. And I am not certain if you should laugh or cry.” She made a small pause, scrolling through her phone. A moment later she held up the display. “The Fin-Nisher. I won’t even go into how stupid that name is. But his record pretty much speaks for itself.”
Ryan couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the name of his next opponent for Phoenix Wrestling. Ryan looks around as he sees parts of the ring being brought out through the loading dock.
“That's fine I'll make an example out of him just like I did against the other two dipshits earlier this evening. I came to Phoenix Wrestling to make a name for myself. A name is just that a name. His record means nothing to me either as it doesn't matter if he was undefeated I am confident to know I am the next superstar here.”
Ryan turns around to face Gabby.
“I am hungry what about you?”
”I am always hungry. Undefeated? Oh, honey. I would say the opposite. The guy got hard, but that's pretty much all.” She let out a little giggle.“He is as luckless as the homeless down the street.” She got up and looked up at him.
“Always hungry …” Ryan looks at Gabby like he is waiting for her to drop a bombshell of some sort. “Do you have something to tell me. Are you expecting?” Ryan asks as he takes a deep breath in and waits for an answer. A bead of sweat comes down his forehead as he looks a little nervous.
”ARE YOU CRAZY?” She laughed out loud. “I was talking about my metabolism. And the fact that I like to eat… pregnant… damn you.”
“I am a little bit but you knew that. So wait you are saying you don't want any kids?”
Gabriele looked at him for a long moment. Not really sure if he was joking or not. A quality he held very high.
”I do but… not just yet..do you? And how did we get to that subject anyhow?”
Ryan shrugs his shoulders. “I believe you brought it up.” Graves smirks. “I wouldn't mind starting a family down the road. Plus I figured sooner or later I have to put a ring on that finger. You would be the hottest MILF in the town.”
”If you ever wanna propose, you gotta do better than that.”
She laughed when walking now fully into him. Wrapping her tattooed arms around his waist. A small kiss followed before she looked up at him.
”So what was this food you were talking about?”
“Nice way to change the subject and don't worry about me proposal I have an idea when the time is right. I'm down to eat whatever but you can decide tonight?”
”It would be blasphemy to not have Tacos and Enchiladas.”
“Sounds good to me. Gotta remember to get the extra sour cream.”
Graves and Hellström stand up and begin to leave the Phoenix Wrestling arena hand in hand. The last image you get is Ryan slapping Hellström ass as it does a little jiggle for the camera.
“So Tempest has come and gone and guess what?”
“Exactly what I said would happen did. I was victorious and did not even break a sweat. Raijin left on a stretcher. ”
“So I was looking forward to seeing what Slaine Rodrick and Seth Black would have for me on Redemption after I destroyed both opponents in my debut. I must say I was kind of expecting someone higher up on the card but I figured they want to get rid of some dead weight on the roster. So I am facing the “King of Finland” The Fin-Nisher.”
“Now I am not to judge a book by its cover but the name itself tells me this guy is a joke. I mean he may think it is clever but seriously it is pathetic. You would have been better off calling yourself Joe Schmo. I even watched your match … if you want to call it that … at Tempest and you got your ass kicked. Granted Nessa Wall and Matt Stone are a solid tag team but I thought you would at least have one spot that you shined in. You were just standing there taking shot after shot like you were a punching bag.”
“When someone starts out in a wrestling federation such as this, they usually must start at the bottom. And climb that ladder of success. Well, at Redemption, the second rung on that ladder awaits me. I will be a threat here in Phoenix Wrestling as I can see the look of fear in the eyes of the competitors in the back. I figured it would be better for grueling weeks and months to make my way to the top. I get to inflict more pain that way on competitors and show just how much of a tyrant I am. Don't get me wrong. I’m not your cocky, over confident type. I know what I am capable of inside the ring. I am a man who walks the talk. I am expecting people to step up to the plate and challenge me as this is Phoenix Wrestling after all. Just like the Phoenix rises so will the Tyrant of Pandemonium.”
"While everyone else is rambling on saying they’re going to be the next star in Phoenix Wrestling and show the rest of the locker room exactly "who they're messing with"... they are forgetting one important thing. They're forgetting about me. I'm not like the rest of them. I'm my own man. I'm not going to run around, yelling at the top of my lungs saying "I'm gonna do this and hurt him just like that". No. My actions will speak for me. What I do... well, is what I do. Whether I cripple you by mistake, or on purpose for that matter, or if I simply outwrestle or out brawl you. I've heard from many of them. It doesn't surprise me. The men out there, doing the same thing as I expected them to do. But only a few standout. Those few know exactly what is going on around here.”
“Fin I want you to notice something. Notice, both of my hands are the same. They both have five joints, hopefully, they still will at the end of Tuesday night. You see I am going to take both my fist and drive them repeatedly into your face. They have veins and bones. They have cuts and fragments that will never be healed. Yet, they are different. Each cut being somewhere else. Each vein going just a different route. And that is what I mean. Fifteen competitors, almost the same, going a different route in this place. Some wish to bring pride and honor back into wrestling. While others wish to cause chaos and destruction in their path. While I wish to free tortured souls from the Hell that awaits them. It will be a hellacious battle when that bell rings. Come the 30th of May my friends, the battle is just beginning. The landscape of Phoenix Wrestling will be changed forever.”
“Fin you can say whatever the hell you want to say but face it this match has already been decided. The moment that line-up came out you pissed your pants. You might have even shit them also. Hell if I think it would help your chances I would tell Black or Rodrick to make it a handicap match and have your brother Twin help you but I think he is more fucking pathetic than you.”
“Fin I would tell you to just lay down on the mat to save yourself the embarrassment of wrestling or to not even show up but you are not the sharpest crayon in the box. So Fin I am going to make an example out of you just like I did to Crowe and Raijin at the Pay Per View. I want the rest of the PW roster to know that the Tyrant of Pandemonium means business and will cripple anyone who gets in his way.”
“Fin this will be the end of you!”
The camera fades backstage an hour or so after Phoenix Wrestling Pay Per View Temptress has ended. You see some officials, ring crew and even some reporters backstage trying to get words with the victors and losers. Around from the corner walks “The Tyrant of Pandemonium” Ryan Graves fresh off his victory over Raijin and Crowe. On his left arm with a huge smile on her face is Gabriele Hellström.
“That was too easy. I did not even break a sweat. That is bad news for you Gabby as you are going to be my slave.”
Ryan winks at Gabby who simply rolled her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his waist, erasing their height difference for a moment. Tightly pressed against his body they walked down the hallway. Seeing known faces here and there, but neither of them really bothered. Both of them still feeling the adrenaline from previous events.
“Oh screw you. That was the last time I made a bet with you.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Not that I ever had the illusion of winning. Those guys were like dead meat on a Sunday Table.”
“That they were. I made an impact and started the show off the right way. And what is wrong with betting with me? It is like a win-win situation for you.”
”You just love to win period.” Gabby softly rubbed his arm. “And I have to admit that I love nothing more than you destroying those beneath you.”
They kept walking for a little longer before reaching their destination. A now empty locker room which he kicked open. Their belongings safely locked away inside a small closet. Gabriele would sit down on the wooden bench, stretching her legs out. Checking him out at the same time. The smell of sweaty guys was still in the air, tickling her nostrils. A little something to get used to. Even though his back was turned on her he noticed her look. Giving that well-known smirk when turning around.
”I also got news about your upcoming match. And I am not certain if you should laugh or cry.” She made a small pause, scrolling through her phone. A moment later she held up the display. “The Fin-Nisher. I won’t even go into how stupid that name is. But his record pretty much speaks for itself.”
Ryan couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the name of his next opponent for Phoenix Wrestling. Ryan looks around as he sees parts of the ring being brought out through the loading dock.
“That's fine I'll make an example out of him just like I did against the other two dipshits earlier this evening. I came to Phoenix Wrestling to make a name for myself. A name is just that a name. His record means nothing to me either as it doesn't matter if he was undefeated I am confident to know I am the next superstar here.”
Ryan turns around to face Gabby.
“I am hungry what about you?”
”I am always hungry. Undefeated? Oh, honey. I would say the opposite. The guy got hard, but that's pretty much all.” She let out a little giggle.“He is as luckless as the homeless down the street.” She got up and looked up at him.
“Always hungry …” Ryan looks at Gabby like he is waiting for her to drop a bombshell of some sort. “Do you have something to tell me. Are you expecting?” Ryan asks as he takes a deep breath in and waits for an answer. A bead of sweat comes down his forehead as he looks a little nervous.
”ARE YOU CRAZY?” She laughed out loud. “I was talking about my metabolism. And the fact that I like to eat… pregnant… damn you.”
“I am a little bit but you knew that. So wait you are saying you don't want any kids?”
Gabriele looked at him for a long moment. Not really sure if he was joking or not. A quality he held very high.
”I do but… not just yet..do you? And how did we get to that subject anyhow?”
Ryan shrugs his shoulders. “I believe you brought it up.” Graves smirks. “I wouldn't mind starting a family down the road. Plus I figured sooner or later I have to put a ring on that finger. You would be the hottest MILF in the town.”
”If you ever wanna propose, you gotta do better than that.”
She laughed when walking now fully into him. Wrapping her tattooed arms around his waist. A small kiss followed before she looked up at him.
”So what was this food you were talking about?”
“Nice way to change the subject and don't worry about me proposal I have an idea when the time is right. I'm down to eat whatever but you can decide tonight?”
”It would be blasphemy to not have Tacos and Enchiladas.”
“Sounds good to me. Gotta remember to get the extra sour cream.”
Graves and Hellström stand up and begin to leave the Phoenix Wrestling arena hand in hand. The last image you get is Ryan slapping Hellström ass as it does a little jiggle for the camera.
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“So Tempest has come and gone and guess what?”
“Exactly what I said would happen did. I was victorious and did not even break a sweat. Raijin left on a stretcher. ”
“So I was looking forward to seeing what Slaine Rodrick and Seth Black would have for me on Redemption after I destroyed both opponents in my debut. I must say I was kind of expecting someone higher up on the card but I figured they want to get rid of some dead weight on the roster. So I am facing the “King of Finland” The Fin-Nisher.”
“Now I am not to judge a book by its cover but the name itself tells me this guy is a joke. I mean he may think it is clever but seriously it is pathetic. You would have been better off calling yourself Joe Schmo. I even watched your match … if you want to call it that … at Tempest and you got your ass kicked. Granted Nessa Wall and Matt Stone are a solid tag team but I thought you would at least have one spot that you shined in. You were just standing there taking shot after shot like you were a punching bag.”
“When someone starts out in a wrestling federation such as this, they usually must start at the bottom. And climb that ladder of success. Well, at Redemption, the second rung on that ladder awaits me. I will be a threat here in Phoenix Wrestling as I can see the look of fear in the eyes of the competitors in the back. I figured it would be better for grueling weeks and months to make my way to the top. I get to inflict more pain that way on competitors and show just how much of a tyrant I am. Don't get me wrong. I’m not your cocky, over confident type. I know what I am capable of inside the ring. I am a man who walks the talk. I am expecting people to step up to the plate and challenge me as this is Phoenix Wrestling after all. Just like the Phoenix rises so will the Tyrant of Pandemonium.”
"While everyone else is rambling on saying they’re going to be the next star in Phoenix Wrestling and show the rest of the locker room exactly "who they're messing with"... they are forgetting one important thing. They're forgetting about me. I'm not like the rest of them. I'm my own man. I'm not going to run around, yelling at the top of my lungs saying "I'm gonna do this and hurt him just like that". No. My actions will speak for me. What I do... well, is what I do. Whether I cripple you by mistake, or on purpose for that matter, or if I simply outwrestle or out brawl you. I've heard from many of them. It doesn't surprise me. The men out there, doing the same thing as I expected them to do. But only a few standout. Those few know exactly what is going on around here.”
“Fin I want you to notice something. Notice, both of my hands are the same. They both have five joints, hopefully, they still will at the end of Tuesday night. You see I am going to take both my fist and drive them repeatedly into your face. They have veins and bones. They have cuts and fragments that will never be healed. Yet, they are different. Each cut being somewhere else. Each vein going just a different route. And that is what I mean. Fifteen competitors, almost the same, going a different route in this place. Some wish to bring pride and honor back into wrestling. While others wish to cause chaos and destruction in their path. While I wish to free tortured souls from the Hell that awaits them. It will be a hellacious battle when that bell rings. Come the 30th of May my friends, the battle is just beginning. The landscape of Phoenix Wrestling will be changed forever.”
“Fin you can say whatever the hell you want to say but face it this match has already been decided. The moment that line-up came out you pissed your pants. You might have even shit them also. Hell if I think it would help your chances I would tell Black or Rodrick to make it a handicap match and have your brother Twin help you but I think he is more fucking pathetic than you.”
“Fin I would tell you to just lay down on the mat to save yourself the embarrassment of wrestling or to not even show up but you are not the sharpest crayon in the box. So Fin I am going to make an example out of you just like I did to Crowe and Raijin at the Pay Per View. I want the rest of the PW roster to know that the Tyrant of Pandemonium means business and will cripple anyone who gets in his way.”
“Fin this will be the end of you!”
