Gettin' the Rub | Sexton Love - Homecoming RP#1
Nov 19, 2021 23:39:20 GMT -5
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Post by Sexton Love on Nov 19, 2021 23:39:20 GMT -5
We open on a close-up shot of a moustached man, his handsome features twisted into an angry scowl. He looks straight into the camera, unblinking, as it slowly pans back to reveal a pair of scantily-clad and solemnly-faced women standing by his side. They run their fingers along the man's exposed biceps in an attempt to ease the tension, though his expression remains unchanged. He sits in a leopard-print armchair, and as the lower half of his body finally comes into frame we see a massive ice pack resting on his groin.
“You bitch.”
Sexton Love. As if there were ever any doubt.
“You’ve been livin’ in a man’s world, babbeh... MY WORLD...
...But last week you sure ain’t act like it.”
Sexton winces in pain, adjusting the ice pack before he continues.
“...Because real men act with honour, real men show respect, real men live by a CODE... and that’s somethin’ you’ll just never understand, toots. There’s no honour among thieves... and last week, you proved that there’s no honour among MOUTHY, UPPITY BROADS either!”
Though he refuses to speak her name, his utter disdain for Eli Dresden is clear.
“You see, a man doesn’t look another man in the eye... then take a cheap shot down low. That just ain’t part of the code. But what happened last week to Sexton Love...?”
He rests a hand over the ice, taking a few deep breaths.
“FIRST, the human shitstain Al Jabroni tries to wrestle his version of a technically sound match by workin’ over my SCROTE... then YOU come along and take another shot at an already wounded area. A CHEAP SHOT!”
The woman to his left, a strawberry blonde for those keeping score, whispers something into The Lovely One's ear. For a brief moment, it calms him down.
“You bludgeoned my berries, babbeh... and tried to deprive the planet of Sexton Love’s natural juices. Oh yeah. But make no mistake about it, toots... despite your best efforts... THE JUICES ARE STILL PUMPIN’! That’s right! And on November 27th, I’ll be fully recovered. On November 27th, I’ll be ready for a fight. On November 27th, I’ll be at the PEAK of my PHYSIQUE!”
He sits up taller in the chair, using one hand to keep the ice pack secure and the other to point at the camera.
“Mark down the date. Homecoming II. Sexton Love makes his pay-per-view debut. I’ve been around Next Level Wrestling for a cup of coffee, babbeh, but I’ve already got my name up in lights. I’ve got a singles match on the biggest show of the year. At Homecoming, it’s The ULTIMATE Battle of the Sexes... but you ain’t Billie Jean King, babbeh... and I DAMN sure ain’t Bobby Riggs. I’m in my PRIME, darlin'... and I got NO gamblin’ debts, BECAUSE I ALWAYS BET ON MYSELF!”
He slowly leans back again, stroking his greasy moustache.
“I ain’t underestimatin’ you, sweetheart... don’t get it twisted. You’re one cringey millennial bitch, that’s for sure, but you’re a tough goddamn bitch too. I’ve seen you in the ring. I’ve scouted you, babbeh... ohhhh yeah. I know you’ve got a big ol’ gash down south, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a pair of nuts more swollen than mine right now with the amount of risks you take in that ring. You’re a hell of an athlete, toots... an athlete with a tight, TIGHT boddeh... and you’ve been in there with the best. You’ve beaten the best.
And most importantly, you’ve had that NLW World’s Title belt around your pretty little waist.”
The chair reclines and Big Daddy Love puts his feet up. Bare feet. The woman to his right, an exotic black-haired beauty, begins to give them a gentle massage.
“But there’s an old expression in his business, toots… it’s called GETTIN’ THE RUB. And I know a thing or two about being rubbed down, ya feel me?”
A third woman enters the frame, positioning herself behind Sexton and leaning forward ever so slightly as she massages his neck and shoulders.
“You see, at the end of the day, Homecoming ain’t ABOUT you, babbeh. It’s about Sexton Love. And on November 27th, I’m gonna put you in a position you’re real, reeeeal used to...
Down on your BACK! STARFISH!
But this time... you'll be down for the finish. Down for the 1-2-3 count. Because I’m gonna BEAT you, babbeh, it’s just that simple… I’m gonna WIN. And when it’s all said and done... with everything that you’ve accomplished in your career...
I’ll be gettin’ that damn rub.”
“You bitch.”
Sexton Love. As if there were ever any doubt.
“You’ve been livin’ in a man’s world, babbeh... MY WORLD...
...But last week you sure ain’t act like it.”
Sexton winces in pain, adjusting the ice pack before he continues.
“...Because real men act with honour, real men show respect, real men live by a CODE... and that’s somethin’ you’ll just never understand, toots. There’s no honour among thieves... and last week, you proved that there’s no honour among MOUTHY, UPPITY BROADS either!”
Though he refuses to speak her name, his utter disdain for Eli Dresden is clear.
“You see, a man doesn’t look another man in the eye... then take a cheap shot down low. That just ain’t part of the code. But what happened last week to Sexton Love...?”
He rests a hand over the ice, taking a few deep breaths.
“FIRST, the human shitstain Al Jabroni tries to wrestle his version of a technically sound match by workin’ over my SCROTE... then YOU come along and take another shot at an already wounded area. A CHEAP SHOT!”
The woman to his left, a strawberry blonde for those keeping score, whispers something into The Lovely One's ear. For a brief moment, it calms him down.
“You bludgeoned my berries, babbeh... and tried to deprive the planet of Sexton Love’s natural juices. Oh yeah. But make no mistake about it, toots... despite your best efforts... THE JUICES ARE STILL PUMPIN’! That’s right! And on November 27th, I’ll be fully recovered. On November 27th, I’ll be ready for a fight. On November 27th, I’ll be at the PEAK of my PHYSIQUE!”
He sits up taller in the chair, using one hand to keep the ice pack secure and the other to point at the camera.
“Mark down the date. Homecoming II. Sexton Love makes his pay-per-view debut. I’ve been around Next Level Wrestling for a cup of coffee, babbeh, but I’ve already got my name up in lights. I’ve got a singles match on the biggest show of the year. At Homecoming, it’s The ULTIMATE Battle of the Sexes... but you ain’t Billie Jean King, babbeh... and I DAMN sure ain’t Bobby Riggs. I’m in my PRIME, darlin'... and I got NO gamblin’ debts, BECAUSE I ALWAYS BET ON MYSELF!”
He slowly leans back again, stroking his greasy moustache.
“I ain’t underestimatin’ you, sweetheart... don’t get it twisted. You’re one cringey millennial bitch, that’s for sure, but you’re a tough goddamn bitch too. I’ve seen you in the ring. I’ve scouted you, babbeh... ohhhh yeah. I know you’ve got a big ol’ gash down south, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a pair of nuts more swollen than mine right now with the amount of risks you take in that ring. You’re a hell of an athlete, toots... an athlete with a tight, TIGHT boddeh... and you’ve been in there with the best. You’ve beaten the best.
And most importantly, you’ve had that NLW World’s Title belt around your pretty little waist.”
The chair reclines and Big Daddy Love puts his feet up. Bare feet. The woman to his right, an exotic black-haired beauty, begins to give them a gentle massage.
“But there’s an old expression in his business, toots… it’s called GETTIN’ THE RUB. And I know a thing or two about being rubbed down, ya feel me?”
A third woman enters the frame, positioning herself behind Sexton and leaning forward ever so slightly as she massages his neck and shoulders.
“You see, at the end of the day, Homecoming ain’t ABOUT you, babbeh. It’s about Sexton Love. And on November 27th, I’m gonna put you in a position you’re real, reeeeal used to...
Down on your BACK! STARFISH!
But this time... you'll be down for the finish. Down for the 1-2-3 count. Because I’m gonna BEAT you, babbeh, it’s just that simple… I’m gonna WIN. And when it’s all said and done... with everything that you’ve accomplished in your career...
I’ll be gettin’ that damn rub.”
