Post by Adrien | Adam on Mar 10, 2018 15:15:23 GMT -5
(Izzy Roxx appears in this piece, and while the handler didn't write this, he did have input on what I wrote. In terms of points, do what you think should be done for that)
Date: Wednesday, March 7th, 2018
Cameras: OFF
“Dude. You almost ready?”
Adam Sanders hears his girlfriend’s voice coming from the living room of his San Diego apartment. He picked Izzy Roxx up from her classes a couple of hours ago and she said she wanted him to come with her to a place that might be the very next place that the Taser, a band that was fronted by the reluctant WCG Long Beach Champion, can perform some of their music. Izzy doesn’t like going to these places alone so, ever since they started dating, it’s been Adam’s role in her life to accompany to these sort of trips. It’s something he doesn’t mind doing, of course. He’d rather be there for her to show support and make sure nothing happens to her than to let her do these trips on her own. Also, he’s the one who actually has a car.
Adam: “Almost.”
He buttons up his red plaid shirt before looking in the mirror. Felt like wearing a Detroit Lions with a pair of khakis wasn’t the best way to go to this venue. This prompted the former Long Beach Champion to change into a button down shirt and a pair of jeans. The short brunette pops her head into Adam’s bedroom, rolling her eyes at the sight of her boyfriend buttoning up his shirt.
Izzy: “Seriously?”
Adam gives a worried glance at his girlfriend. A lot of thoughts were rushing through his head about what he was doing wrong.
Adam: “What?”
Izzy chuckles a little bit as she enters the room fully. She takes Adam by the face and turns him to face her instead of his bedroom mirror. With Adam being a full ten inches taller than her, she pulls his face downwards a little bit to make it easier for them to make eye contact.
Izzy: “You’re a dork.”
It was what Adam should have expected. But for some reason, he still gets caught off guard by that. It’s practically how she greets him at this point. She releases his face, allowing him to shake his head with a small smile. She continues her chuckling as she looks her boyfriend up and down and then places her hand on her hip.
Izzy: “Are you actually going to this place looking like this?”
Adam’s eyes widen. It’s a common emoji for the Michigan native to show on Twitter. This was him making the face in real life as he glances back in the mirror.
Adam: “What’s wrong with the way I look?”
His eyes are still wide, glancing at every possible detail for what Izzy could find wrong with his appearance. Izzy rolls her eyes once more before untucking his shirt and unbuttoning the top three buttons. She turns him around before running her hands through his hair to make it slightly messier. She gives a mischievous smile as she looks back at him, fingers scratching her chin.
Izzy: “I think you’re missing one thing…”
She reaches for her bag just outside the door and opens it up. Adam sighs the moment he sees it: the West Coast Genesis Long Beach Championship Belt. Adam immediately tries to stop her.
Adam: “Izzy, don’t. Please.”
Izzy’s grin widens as she places the belt on Adam’s shoulder. Her name on the title’s nameplate was crossed out with a black marker and his name was written right above it, but it appears to be fading.
Izzy: “For some reason, even Sharpies seem to not stay on that. It’s like two days later and it’s gone. I’m not sure what kind of coating this thing has but they must have thought this through.”
He sighs once more.
Adam: “Izzy…”
She cuts him off before he can get the second word in.
Izzy: “But I’m trying to keep this thing ready for you whenever I’m done belt sitting it for you. So you can be the first person to ever with this title twice. It’s going to be an amazing moment!! I don’t see why they didn’t give you a rematch clause still though. I got a rematch clause apparently, so long as I don’t keep pissing off Mercedes. But once I lose it to you, it’s not like I’m going to use it anyway.”
Adam’s line of sight lowers a little bit. The Long Beach Champion notices this immediately.
Izzy: “What did you do?”
Adam tries to turn away, but Izzy doesn’t let him. His next attempt was to avoid eye contact, knowing he can’t be dishonest to his girlfriend, especially when she is staring into his eyes. She repeats her question.
Izzy: “What did you do?”
Adam: “I waived my rematch clause…”
Izzy’s voice raises to a near yelling volume. Adam is in uncharted waters for how his girlfriend was going to react to this, hence not telling her. He finds a wild left hand connecting with the back of his head.
Izzy: “YOU STUPIDHEAD!!”
Adam’s eyebrows shoot upwards. While she didn’t have the power behind it to actually harm him, it certainly got him to go “Ow!” immediately. Before he can say everything, he can feel her lips pressed against his. Not that Adam knew what he was going to say in response to this anyway, but the kiss certainly gives him about a minute to come up with something. As always, Izzy was quicker than him to the buzzer.
Izzy: “What were you thinking?! What did you do that for, Adam?! I want you to have this belt back! I...I don’t want to…”
Her voice breaks off. Adam buries her face in his chest and places his chin on top of her head. He keeps his composure as he finally gathers the right words to say.
Adam: “I just can’t do it, Izzy. I don’t want to wrestle you again. Seeing you succeed is more important than a silly title to me…”
Adam takes the title belt off his shoulder and places it on his bed nearby.
Adam: “You’re more important to me than the Long Beach Championship, Izzy.”
Izzy pulls away from Adam.
Izzy: “I don’t want it, Adam. I don’t want to be the one who took this from you.”
She picks up the title again. She looks back up at Adam, tempted to put it back on his shoulder. She instead places it back in her bag. While she isn’t crying, she’s still visibly upset.
Adam: “We can’t change what happened, Izzy. There’s nothing neither one of us can do about it. We just have to move forward.”
Izzy gives a weak nod. It seemed forced like she didn’t really agree with a whole lot with what Adam was saying. She gives a weak smile and looks back up at her boyfriend.
Izzy: “Whenever you’re ready to take your title back, just let me know. I want you to be champion again. Even if you don’t want it to happen right now.”
She kisses Adam one more time, this time on the cheek. Wasn’t the response Adam was hoping for but at least it sounded like she was going to stop thrusting the title belt on him for the time being.
Izzy: “You’re still a dork.”
One more weak smile.
Adam: “I know. But I’m your dork.”
And she was like a starry night
Like a Ferris wheel, full of blue-green eyes
And a heart of steel, always on her own
Almost never real
When the night will begin
The pain, it won't end,
Even if she falls in love
Back, you wanna turn back
Your heart will attack,
Even if she falls in love
Date: Wednesday, March 7th, 2018
Cameras: OFF
“Dude. You almost ready?”
Adam Sanders hears his girlfriend’s voice coming from the living room of his San Diego apartment. He picked Izzy Roxx up from her classes a couple of hours ago and she said she wanted him to come with her to a place that might be the very next place that the Taser, a band that was fronted by the reluctant WCG Long Beach Champion, can perform some of their music. Izzy doesn’t like going to these places alone so, ever since they started dating, it’s been Adam’s role in her life to accompany to these sort of trips. It’s something he doesn’t mind doing, of course. He’d rather be there for her to show support and make sure nothing happens to her than to let her do these trips on her own. Also, he’s the one who actually has a car.
Adam: “Almost.”
He buttons up his red plaid shirt before looking in the mirror. Felt like wearing a Detroit Lions with a pair of khakis wasn’t the best way to go to this venue. This prompted the former Long Beach Champion to change into a button down shirt and a pair of jeans. The short brunette pops her head into Adam’s bedroom, rolling her eyes at the sight of her boyfriend buttoning up his shirt.
Izzy: “Seriously?”
Adam gives a worried glance at his girlfriend. A lot of thoughts were rushing through his head about what he was doing wrong.
Adam: “What?”
Izzy chuckles a little bit as she enters the room fully. She takes Adam by the face and turns him to face her instead of his bedroom mirror. With Adam being a full ten inches taller than her, she pulls his face downwards a little bit to make it easier for them to make eye contact.
Izzy: “You’re a dork.”
It was what Adam should have expected. But for some reason, he still gets caught off guard by that. It’s practically how she greets him at this point. She releases his face, allowing him to shake his head with a small smile. She continues her chuckling as she looks her boyfriend up and down and then places her hand on her hip.
Izzy: “Are you actually going to this place looking like this?”
Adam’s eyes widen. It’s a common emoji for the Michigan native to show on Twitter. This was him making the face in real life as he glances back in the mirror.
Adam: “What’s wrong with the way I look?”
His eyes are still wide, glancing at every possible detail for what Izzy could find wrong with his appearance. Izzy rolls her eyes once more before untucking his shirt and unbuttoning the top three buttons. She turns him around before running her hands through his hair to make it slightly messier. She gives a mischievous smile as she looks back at him, fingers scratching her chin.
Izzy: “I think you’re missing one thing…”
She reaches for her bag just outside the door and opens it up. Adam sighs the moment he sees it: the West Coast Genesis Long Beach Championship Belt. Adam immediately tries to stop her.
Adam: “Izzy, don’t. Please.”
Izzy’s grin widens as she places the belt on Adam’s shoulder. Her name on the title’s nameplate was crossed out with a black marker and his name was written right above it, but it appears to be fading.
Izzy: “For some reason, even Sharpies seem to not stay on that. It’s like two days later and it’s gone. I’m not sure what kind of coating this thing has but they must have thought this through.”
He sighs once more.
Adam: “Izzy…”
She cuts him off before he can get the second word in.
Izzy: “But I’m trying to keep this thing ready for you whenever I’m done belt sitting it for you. So you can be the first person to ever with this title twice. It’s going to be an amazing moment!! I don’t see why they didn’t give you a rematch clause still though. I got a rematch clause apparently, so long as I don’t keep pissing off Mercedes. But once I lose it to you, it’s not like I’m going to use it anyway.”
Adam’s line of sight lowers a little bit. The Long Beach Champion notices this immediately.
Izzy: “What did you do?”
Adam tries to turn away, but Izzy doesn’t let him. His next attempt was to avoid eye contact, knowing he can’t be dishonest to his girlfriend, especially when she is staring into his eyes. She repeats her question.
Izzy: “What did you do?”
Adam: “I waived my rematch clause…”
Izzy’s voice raises to a near yelling volume. Adam is in uncharted waters for how his girlfriend was going to react to this, hence not telling her. He finds a wild left hand connecting with the back of his head.
Izzy: “YOU STUPIDHEAD!!”
Adam’s eyebrows shoot upwards. While she didn’t have the power behind it to actually harm him, it certainly got him to go “Ow!” immediately. Before he can say everything, he can feel her lips pressed against his. Not that Adam knew what he was going to say in response to this anyway, but the kiss certainly gives him about a minute to come up with something. As always, Izzy was quicker than him to the buzzer.
Izzy: “What were you thinking?! What did you do that for, Adam?! I want you to have this belt back! I...I don’t want to…”
Her voice breaks off. Adam buries her face in his chest and places his chin on top of her head. He keeps his composure as he finally gathers the right words to say.
Adam: “I just can’t do it, Izzy. I don’t want to wrestle you again. Seeing you succeed is more important than a silly title to me…”
Adam takes the title belt off his shoulder and places it on his bed nearby.
Adam: “You’re more important to me than the Long Beach Championship, Izzy.”
Izzy pulls away from Adam.
Izzy: “I don’t want it, Adam. I don’t want to be the one who took this from you.”
She picks up the title again. She looks back up at Adam, tempted to put it back on his shoulder. She instead places it back in her bag. While she isn’t crying, she’s still visibly upset.
Adam: “We can’t change what happened, Izzy. There’s nothing neither one of us can do about it. We just have to move forward.”
Izzy gives a weak nod. It seemed forced like she didn’t really agree with a whole lot with what Adam was saying. She gives a weak smile and looks back up at her boyfriend.
Izzy: “Whenever you’re ready to take your title back, just let me know. I want you to be champion again. Even if you don’t want it to happen right now.”
She kisses Adam one more time, this time on the cheek. Wasn’t the response Adam was hoping for but at least it sounded like she was going to stop thrusting the title belt on him for the time being.
Izzy: “You’re still a dork.”
One more weak smile.
Adam: “I know. But I’m your dork.”
And she was, like a blade of ice
Like a lonely road, clearest day alive
Always sharp and cold, always beautiful
I am such a fool
When the night will begin
The pain, it won't end,
Even if she falls in love
Back, you wanna turn back
Your heart will attack,
Even if she falls in love
Try to look in her eyes
The light is just right,
Even if she falls in love
And it isn't so bad
It's driving you mad,
Even if she falls in love