Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2021 9:46:47 GMT -7
//Off Camera//
“Ladder Of Success”
November 26th 2021
Thunder Residence.
United States
He sat there, arms across his chest, faceful of frown, the lock rattles and the love of his life walks in with her gear bag: “Hey babe, did you see me? Did you see my match..I mean the crowd, the feel. I know it was just a local show not like a pay per view or anything but getting back to the ring, feeling the surge, that rush of good feel..I’ll tell ya it was–”
She stops mid sentence and looks at him.
“You can’t POSSIBLY still be upset over the fact that I told you to stay at home, can you?”
He demonstratively didn’t even look at her, She dropped her gear down in an equally demonstrative manner, walking up in front of him, hands on hips and looking at him.
“Well?”
He didn’t say a word.
“Great, I’ve come home to a mute..”
She heads to check on her gear to unpack them when he finally chooses to speak up.
“I don’t like it that you go out there on your own, those fans are scum, perverts and ..degenerates, you there, on your own, dressed the way you are and..”
“WHAT?!”
“Well not just that I mean did you hear what the talking heads on commentary said?”
“COMMENTATORS SAID SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY I FUCKING DRESS?!?”
“Well not exactly but..”
Esme stands there, hands on hips, glaring at her husband. “Will you stop blithering and get to the damn point already?”
He looks back at her, grumbling a bit.
“Just saying, if I was there you could focus on the matches and you wouldn’t have to worry about the fans or anyone jumping on you or..”
She tilts her head.
“Worry about the fans for what exactly?! You mean the fans that were chanting for me, cheering me on when I won? Those fans?”
He bit his lip, hard before speaking up.
“I just mean, getting close to them with the gear you wear and them being pent up perverts..things could happen.”
She swings her hands dramatically.
“The gear I wear?! Listen to yourself Luth! I’m wearing precisely the same gear I wear when I’m out there with YOU, and for the matter of fact what I wear covers up a whole lot more than what you or some of the guys wear so..”
“Yeah but it’s–”
“LUTHER MARCELLUS THUNDER, if you are even thinking about saying how it’s “different” for a guy than it is for a gal since guys can defend themselves I’ll give you a first class chance to defend yourself when I kick your ass right here and now!”
He sheepishly looks down to the floor and mumbles.
“I just didn’t like the way they talked about you..the commentators.”
“Right, okay. So did they say I need to cover up? What the hell did they say that got you squirming like the tenant of a wormery?”
He clears up his throat.
“They said that you were showing your.. *inaudible*”
“My what? So THIS WAS ABOUT COVERING UP!”
She sees beads of sweat starting to manifest on his temples.
“No they said you were showing your..your ahem” *inaudible*
“OH FOR THE LOVE GOD MAN, SPEAK UP! It can’t be THAT bad..what was I showing them?”
He finally mans up, looking up at her.
“Your inexperience.”
As if by instinct he threw up his hands to block the onslaught of an attack if one was coming.
“Oh. Well yeah, I’ve been out of the ring for a while, I was probably a little rusty. That’s understandable. Wh- why are you hiding?”
He peeks from behind those palms of his.
“Well because..you aren’t inexperienced, even WMD knew of your matches against people like Camilla Pazzini and Colleen Chambers or Harmon as she is these days..and of our tag matches in IceDog and well in CGW. I mean the UPRISING account actually tweeted out that you are a legend an absolute one if I remember right..but”
He realizes he’s still holding his hands up, slowly he lowers them up.
“I just figured you’d get well..mad over it? I mean all the years in the business, the accomplishments and given how people have reacted to you..then these bobbleheads behind the desk calling you inexperienced.”
Esme taps her chin for a moment before bursting out laughing.
“Really? I’ve put up with Don Tirri calling me a golddigging sack of shit and various other things, even Coda basically treated me like a joke... and you think I’m gonna get mad over THAT?!”
“Uh... but, it’s still...”
“There’s LEVELS to this, Luthie. Hell, if people even don’t know me, and think I’m inexperienced, that makes me look even more impressive when I win, doesn’t it? And I, ya know, DID WIN. Speaking of, I’ve been back here ten minutes, and you haven’t congratulated me yet...”
“Oh sorry, Congratulations on beating a old Englishman in his 70’s on your debut darlin’’..”
“HEY! HE IS A WRESTLING LEGEND and that was a MAIN EVENT, last I checked out of the two of us you didn’t exactly win your last match, did you?”
His shoulders slumped.
“That hurt..”
She flops next to him on the couch and ruffles his hair a bit playfully.
“I’m sorry, but somebody has to keep you in check, now who loves you Luthie? Hmm? Who loves you, you big mean grump? Hmm, HMMM?”
She starts tickling him as he squirms and hollers out.
“YOU DO, YOU LOVE! NOW STOP IT’ I was lit on fire earlier owwwh whahahahaaaa”
She plants a kiss on his cheek and he kisses her back.
“Congratulations on your Main Event win Mrs. Thunder.”
She smirks.
“Mrs. T.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah Mrs. T That’s what my fans chanted for, I kinda like it.”
“Yeah but I’m not one of..”
She frowns in turn.
“If you aren’t my fan you better put those hands up quick mister!”
“Oh I’m your biggest fan obviously, perish the thought my love!”
He wraps an arm around her as she rests her head on his chest.
“See Luthie, I think life has finally turned to normal for us, now I can get back to the ring and you can heal up and rest up in peace and–”
*cough*
“Yeah, about that..I sorta have this title rematch against CODA on the next show.”
“No fire?”
“No fire.”
“Good. You can win that title back then. I mean... she didn’t actually beat you did she? No pins. No submissions. Even CCM technically did that. And what happened there? You beat him and won it back on the very next show. And this is the guy who’s the King of the South now, who made Ursula Von Rossbach TAP OUT. And why? Because in however many attempts, he couldn’t take that title off of YOU. He had to move up to the top title because you were too strong for him. Sure, Coda set your back on fire... but she’s not proven she’s better than you... not yet at least.”
He ponders it a moment and nods.
“Yeah, I mean it’s not like she can win this one, it’s a ladder match not an inferno match.”
Esme laughs.
“Work the leg you hurt, she won’t be able to climb well. Simple enough.”