Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 1:06:21 GMT -5
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Matthew Shields walked through the curtain into the backstage area of the American Airlines Center. He had the Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight Title slung across his shoulder and a very satisfied smirk across his face. A blonde woman in her 40's comes up the adjoining hallway, lost as she's looking at every door coming her way while dressed in a black dress with a tattered skirt design, sequin royal on the basque. She has her hair flowing behind her but hairsprayed to keep volume and shape with heels that click on the ground. She takes herself a look around more and more for a locker room or something with her pink phone out trying to begin a text when she came across Matthew very quickly....she almost crashes into him and stops herself with two hands out and touches his sweaty form to avoid fully crashing.
"Dreadfully sorry."
But her eyes take a less apologetic glance while she rubs it off on his tights, never her own clothes.
"I'm looking for Trixie, she would have a private locker room..."
Matt gives her a quick look over and smiles.
"Trixie, huh? She's probably in Devlin's office. If you don't see her right away, look under the desk."
The blonde feels and is quite attuned to the glance over, noticing it immediately but then almost flicks her eyebrows up.
"Now why would you say that about dear, sweet Trix Trix.?"
She does, however, brush her hair back over her ear and relaxes her shoulders to push her chest out subtly.
"Well she won over Devlin pretty quickly, and I don't think he's big on personality."
Matt notices her pushing her chest out a bit and smirks.
"She has a beautiful personality, I'm very sure he's with her for it and then some. Clearly you're jealous she didn't go for you and this bad boy allure you have working."
She says using her hands in front of her eyes to do a very rough outline of him to her point of view, following him down to him boots and up.
"I never get jealous."
He smiles and laughs it off a little bit.
"I'm guessing by the defense of her, you know her pretty well. Sister?"
She has a tiny chortle of a laugh and shakes her head.
"I'm actually her mother but I get that a lot, And judging by your belt your somebody around here?"
She takes a look to the belt with her eyes after seeing the eye contact, to gesture to the belt, making note of his laugh.
"Well I am THE Heavyweight champion, so yes I would say I'm someone. There is no way that you're Trixie's mother though. Unless you had her when you were twelve."
She does put her hand in the air in a gracious pose, bending her knee.
"I'm the living, breathing mother. But I know I look very good, practically twins..me and Trix Trix. And this heavyweight championship....do you wear it?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes I just carry it with me. There have been times where I've worn only it."
He gives Trixie's mom a wink.
"I do see the resemblance to Trixie a bit. Not sure if I would say twins though. She doesn't look quite that good."
"She looks beautiful, clearly why you're jealous. But I'm sure you've worn it for the woman in your life."
Looking over his right hand.
"Girlfriend clearly, no wedding ring yet."
"No girlfriend either, actually."
"I've been fooled before. No girlfriend and suddenly married. I made sure Trix Trix doesn't find herself a married man posing single and I won't be fooled again. You're taken, I'm sure of it. No way a girl has let you go by without a claw mark."
Trixie's mom give her nails the casual look over, freshly manicured nails, uniform and varnished to shine the light off them.
"And champion? You're taken."
"No, I mean I was for a little bit, but not anymore."
Matt looked at her nails and gave her another look over.
"No claw marks on me for a little bit."
"Oh, so sad."
She says in a drawn out drall of a tone to rub his arm and on her last stroke down, digs a nail in to leave just a scratch.
"You might have one now. Marked man."
"Maybe I'll let you leave a few more."
Matt smiled and gave her a wink.
"I should go and take a quick shower, but we can continue this afterwards. Unless you want to come and join me."
She smiles back and looks over her shoulder with a sly lick on her lips. She then looks back over to Matt
"If Trixie is in the office, maybe I'll have to keep myself busy and ensure you get clean and a scratch or too."
"That sounds like a good idea."
"Then show me the way"
She tilts and turns her head slightly to give him the hint. Matt takes her hand and leads her back towards his private dressing room.
"Well someone is eager, do you have a name, Champ?"
She says at his side with her hand firmly in his hand, walking at his pace.
"Matthew, but you can call me champ."
Matt gave her a smile as they reached his room.
"Matthew, I think you'll have to make me call you that other name." [/font]
She says slipping into the room first, taking what could be her first look at a locker room.
"As long as you're screaming it, you can call me whatever you want."
Matt followed her in to the room and closed the door behind them.
Matthew Shields walked through the curtain into the backstage area of the American Airlines Center. He had the Redemption Wrestling Heavyweight Title slung across his shoulder and a very satisfied smirk across his face. A blonde woman in her 40's comes up the adjoining hallway, lost as she's looking at every door coming her way while dressed in a black dress with a tattered skirt design, sequin royal on the basque. She has her hair flowing behind her but hairsprayed to keep volume and shape with heels that click on the ground. She takes herself a look around more and more for a locker room or something with her pink phone out trying to begin a text when she came across Matthew very quickly....she almost crashes into him and stops herself with two hands out and touches his sweaty form to avoid fully crashing.
"Dreadfully sorry."
But her eyes take a less apologetic glance while she rubs it off on his tights, never her own clothes.
"I'm looking for Trixie, she would have a private locker room..."
Matt gives her a quick look over and smiles.
"Trixie, huh? She's probably in Devlin's office. If you don't see her right away, look under the desk."
The blonde feels and is quite attuned to the glance over, noticing it immediately but then almost flicks her eyebrows up.
"Now why would you say that about dear, sweet Trix Trix.?"
She does, however, brush her hair back over her ear and relaxes her shoulders to push her chest out subtly.
"Well she won over Devlin pretty quickly, and I don't think he's big on personality."
Matt notices her pushing her chest out a bit and smirks.
"She has a beautiful personality, I'm very sure he's with her for it and then some. Clearly you're jealous she didn't go for you and this bad boy allure you have working."
She says using her hands in front of her eyes to do a very rough outline of him to her point of view, following him down to him boots and up.
"I never get jealous."
He smiles and laughs it off a little bit.
"I'm guessing by the defense of her, you know her pretty well. Sister?"
She has a tiny chortle of a laugh and shakes her head.
"I'm actually her mother but I get that a lot, And judging by your belt your somebody around here?"
She takes a look to the belt with her eyes after seeing the eye contact, to gesture to the belt, making note of his laugh.
"Well I am THE Heavyweight champion, so yes I would say I'm someone. There is no way that you're Trixie's mother though. Unless you had her when you were twelve."
She does put her hand in the air in a gracious pose, bending her knee.
"I'm the living, breathing mother. But I know I look very good, practically twins..me and Trix Trix. And this heavyweight championship....do you wear it?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes I just carry it with me. There have been times where I've worn only it."
He gives Trixie's mom a wink.
"I do see the resemblance to Trixie a bit. Not sure if I would say twins though. She doesn't look quite that good."
"She looks beautiful, clearly why you're jealous. But I'm sure you've worn it for the woman in your life."
Looking over his right hand.
"Girlfriend clearly, no wedding ring yet."
"No girlfriend either, actually."
"I've been fooled before. No girlfriend and suddenly married. I made sure Trix Trix doesn't find herself a married man posing single and I won't be fooled again. You're taken, I'm sure of it. No way a girl has let you go by without a claw mark."
Trixie's mom give her nails the casual look over, freshly manicured nails, uniform and varnished to shine the light off them.
"And champion? You're taken."
"No, I mean I was for a little bit, but not anymore."
Matt looked at her nails and gave her another look over.
"No claw marks on me for a little bit."
"Oh, so sad."
She says in a drawn out drall of a tone to rub his arm and on her last stroke down, digs a nail in to leave just a scratch.
"You might have one now. Marked man."
"Maybe I'll let you leave a few more."
Matt smiled and gave her a wink.
"I should go and take a quick shower, but we can continue this afterwards. Unless you want to come and join me."
She smiles back and looks over her shoulder with a sly lick on her lips. She then looks back over to Matt
"If Trixie is in the office, maybe I'll have to keep myself busy and ensure you get clean and a scratch or too."
"That sounds like a good idea."
"Then show me the way"
She tilts and turns her head slightly to give him the hint. Matt takes her hand and leads her back towards his private dressing room.
"Well someone is eager, do you have a name, Champ?"
She says at his side with her hand firmly in his hand, walking at his pace.
"Matthew, but you can call me champ."
Matt gave her a smile as they reached his room.
"Matthew, I think you'll have to make me call you that other name." [/font]
She says slipping into the room first, taking what could be her first look at a locker room.
"As long as you're screaming it, you can call me whatever you want."
Matt followed her in to the room and closed the door behind them.
