Post by America Vaughn on Apr 30, 2015 8:47:00 GMT -6
She was sitting at a table in the small garden area behind the London Marriott Hotel West India Quay admiring the night sky. Although it was a cool 41 degrees, America Vaughn really didn't mind. What was 41 degrees to someone that had survived the treacherous New York winters?
"Nice night out, huh?"
The male voice sailed through the air behind America. Looking back over her shoulder, the Trouble Traxxer smiles upon the approaching Stephon Davis.
America: Sure is, Stephon. Guess that's what brings you out here?
Having a seat next to her, the second generation Globalstar sips from the bottled water in his hand.
Stephon: Yeah, partly. Gettin' some last minute weight liftin' in plus Cyrus is sleep and snores like a huge bear.
The two share a laugh like old friends.
America: You would think that now you're a rising Globalstar you'd get a room to yourself instead having to share especially with us Traxxers?
Stephon: I probably could but Cyrus and me have been roommates for so long it would be weird havin' him here and not sharin' a room.
America: True.
Stephon: So what're you out here thinkin' about? Hopefully I'm not interruptin'?
America: Naw, you're good. I was just thinking about how far my career has come and where it's heading.
Stephon: You've definitely made some strides, America. I remember when you first came into the Trax last year. Now you're on the verge of bein' called up fulltime to the main roster.
The New York young woman exhales heavily as she turns her attention from looking up at the starry night to the Georgia young man.
America: That's just it, Stephon. Am I really ready? I've had a handful of matches and I've lost them all. I didn't just lose them barely but cleanly and without a doubt.
Stephon: Are you for real, America? Of course you're ready.You really think Coach Glory would allow you to step into the spotlight if she didn't think you were truly ready?
He places his hand on her shoulder.
Stephon: As far as losin', that's all a part of the sport. No one, and I mean no one, wins them all. You think of any great in the Globalverse and sure enough they had losses to go with their wins.
America: Yeah, yeah, I know all that but it still doesn't change the nagging feeling I'm having.
Stephon: Which is?
America: I'm only being used as stat padding for Globalstars. I'm just supposed to be a job for everyone that I face. Fuck that!
Stephon: Calm down, America. It's not like that at all. You are a more than capable wrestler and before long the entire Globalverse will know it.
America: You really think so?
Stephon: I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think so, America.
Without much thought and a suddenness unregistered, America leans in and plants a passionate kiss upon Stephon's lips. The young man currently dating Amanda Reynolds although taken by surprise doesn't stop the advancement from this other woman.
"My, my, my, what is going on here?"
Breaking their kiss, America and Stephon scoot away from each other and look behind them to see the current "Wild Card" Eddie Knoxville Television Champion fast approaching.
Stephon: (under his breath) Crap!
Piper: Damn, Stephon, first Amanda and now America! You playa, playa, you!
The seated pair quickly rise to their feet as Piper comes to stand before them.
Stephon: It...it wasn't like that, Piper.
America: Uh...yeah...
Piper: Wasn't like what? You two face locked in a kiss? Hey it's none of my business, homies. What that perra Amanda doesn't know she won't find out from me.
Stephon: Honestly, Piper, whatever you think you saw, you didn't. America and I are just friends.
Piper: And we're all still Traxxers. Well you still are America but Stephon and me not so much.
America: Fuck you, Piper! Any day, any time!
She lunges at the Texas female but Stephon stands between them and holds America back.
Piper: I've already beaten you, chica. Twice as a matter of fact. There's no shine in doing it again. Maybe when, or if, you ever get fully promoted to the big time I can beat you again.
America struggles to get at a laughing Piper but Stephon refuses to allow her passage.
Stephon: What happened to you, Piper? The woman I knew would have never had this attitude. You were warm, gentle, and patient. Now you're just cold, hard, and in a hurry.
Piper: Then I guess you never knew me at all, Stephon. Because all those qualities I had before never got me anywhere in GZW2K1. But now, now that I'm this perra, I'm sitting on top of the Globalverse. And until you, and especially you, America, realize that is the way to be in this sport neither one of you will amount to a pile of mierda.
America: You're all talk, Piper Sanchez, all talk. I'm coming for you and that TV title. You best believe that!
Piper: Blah, blah, blah. Save that drama for your mama. I'm out of here. Adios!
With an about face, Piper turns on her heels and sashays back toward the hotel. America and Stephon both watch her go with expressions of disdain upon their faces.
Stephon: If I didn't hate Chris Cairns as much as I do I would wish he would beat her for that TV title tomorrow.
Shaking his head, Stephon's gaze turns and meets with America.
America: Well...I...guess...
Stephon: Yeah...um...
With an awkward handshake the two friends smile and bid each other goodnight before making their way separately into the hotel.
Stephon Davis
Piper Sanchez
"Nice night out, huh?"
The male voice sailed through the air behind America. Looking back over her shoulder, the Trouble Traxxer smiles upon the approaching Stephon Davis.
America: Sure is, Stephon. Guess that's what brings you out here?
Having a seat next to her, the second generation Globalstar sips from the bottled water in his hand.
Stephon: Yeah, partly. Gettin' some last minute weight liftin' in plus Cyrus is sleep and snores like a huge bear.
The two share a laugh like old friends.
America: You would think that now you're a rising Globalstar you'd get a room to yourself instead having to share especially with us Traxxers?
Stephon: I probably could but Cyrus and me have been roommates for so long it would be weird havin' him here and not sharin' a room.
America: True.
Stephon: So what're you out here thinkin' about? Hopefully I'm not interruptin'?
America: Naw, you're good. I was just thinking about how far my career has come and where it's heading.
Stephon: You've definitely made some strides, America. I remember when you first came into the Trax last year. Now you're on the verge of bein' called up fulltime to the main roster.
The New York young woman exhales heavily as she turns her attention from looking up at the starry night to the Georgia young man.
America: That's just it, Stephon. Am I really ready? I've had a handful of matches and I've lost them all. I didn't just lose them barely but cleanly and without a doubt.
Stephon: Are you for real, America? Of course you're ready.You really think Coach Glory would allow you to step into the spotlight if she didn't think you were truly ready?
He places his hand on her shoulder.
Stephon: As far as losin', that's all a part of the sport. No one, and I mean no one, wins them all. You think of any great in the Globalverse and sure enough they had losses to go with their wins.
America: Yeah, yeah, I know all that but it still doesn't change the nagging feeling I'm having.
Stephon: Which is?
America: I'm only being used as stat padding for Globalstars. I'm just supposed to be a job for everyone that I face. Fuck that!
Stephon: Calm down, America. It's not like that at all. You are a more than capable wrestler and before long the entire Globalverse will know it.
America: You really think so?
Stephon: I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think so, America.
Without much thought and a suddenness unregistered, America leans in and plants a passionate kiss upon Stephon's lips. The young man currently dating Amanda Reynolds although taken by surprise doesn't stop the advancement from this other woman.
"My, my, my, what is going on here?"
Breaking their kiss, America and Stephon scoot away from each other and look behind them to see the current "Wild Card" Eddie Knoxville Television Champion fast approaching.
Stephon: (under his breath) Crap!
Piper: Damn, Stephon, first Amanda and now America! You playa, playa, you!
The seated pair quickly rise to their feet as Piper comes to stand before them.
Stephon: It...it wasn't like that, Piper.
America: Uh...yeah...
Piper: Wasn't like what? You two face locked in a kiss? Hey it's none of my business, homies. What that perra Amanda doesn't know she won't find out from me.
Stephon: Honestly, Piper, whatever you think you saw, you didn't. America and I are just friends.
Piper: And we're all still Traxxers. Well you still are America but Stephon and me not so much.
America: Fuck you, Piper! Any day, any time!
She lunges at the Texas female but Stephon stands between them and holds America back.
Piper: I've already beaten you, chica. Twice as a matter of fact. There's no shine in doing it again. Maybe when, or if, you ever get fully promoted to the big time I can beat you again.
America struggles to get at a laughing Piper but Stephon refuses to allow her passage.
Stephon: What happened to you, Piper? The woman I knew would have never had this attitude. You were warm, gentle, and patient. Now you're just cold, hard, and in a hurry.
Piper: Then I guess you never knew me at all, Stephon. Because all those qualities I had before never got me anywhere in GZW2K1. But now, now that I'm this perra, I'm sitting on top of the Globalverse. And until you, and especially you, America, realize that is the way to be in this sport neither one of you will amount to a pile of mierda.
America: You're all talk, Piper Sanchez, all talk. I'm coming for you and that TV title. You best believe that!
Piper: Blah, blah, blah. Save that drama for your mama. I'm out of here. Adios!
With an about face, Piper turns on her heels and sashays back toward the hotel. America and Stephon both watch her go with expressions of disdain upon their faces.
Stephon: If I didn't hate Chris Cairns as much as I do I would wish he would beat her for that TV title tomorrow.
Shaking his head, Stephon's gaze turns and meets with America.
America: Well...I...guess...
Stephon: Yeah...um...
With an awkward handshake the two friends smile and bid each other goodnight before making their way separately into the hotel.
Stephon Davis
Piper Sanchez
