My Milkshake Brings All The Boys to Their Knees! (TotC 1/2)
Nov 13, 2022 17:27:38 GMT -5
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Post by h2f on Nov 13, 2022 17:27:38 GMT -5
Mistress Discipline gazes up into her partner’s eyes.
“That was good and we should do it again. I really want to work this into my muscle memory.”
Death Trap, panting, rolls off of her and up from the wrestling mat.
“I think I’m done for the moment. I need at least half an hour before I can do that again.”
“What? But you were on top. We need to be at our peak performance for our former fed mates. I want to dominate them.”
Death Trap Groans.
“We’ll certainly do our best. All this work will definitely pay off when the rubber hits the road. Besides, it’s my birthday. The fans won’t let me lose on my birthday, right? Let’s keep this move in our back pockets.”
Mistress nods. “Yes, but when I work that roll up, I somehow end up under you instead of on top of you.”
Death Trap shakes his head. “You had it cinched in, and then you flipped. The momentum sent me spinning. I felt Chaos-sized. I don’t know where my mass went.”
Dr. Chaos strolls in holding four milkshakes. “Mistress's issue is she’s planning for a small package and we all know you’re bigger than them. If she can toss you around, they don’t stand a chance.”
Mistress shakes her head.
“But I do NOT want to end up underneath either of them.”
Dr. Chaos sips her milkshake as she sets the others on the ground nearby.
“No, but we can remember this tactic for later tonight. Like, can you show me how you did it?”
Death Trap grabs a milkshake.
“Let’s revisit this at a later date. For now, let's focus on what got us to the big dance. Our best strategy is still to take out their legs and neutralize their speed and agility advantage.”
Mistress grabs her milkshake and takes a tentative sip.
“I will not mistake their smaller stature for a disadvantage. However, while they may be dominating in SCCW but I have greatly improved since I was in MCCW. And honestly, I fail to even recall facing them.”
Death Trap takes a large gulp of his milkshake, swallows hard and lets out a breath.
“Well, I recall facing both of them. Daigo used to be full of energy and played to the crowd. It's really a sad state that his mind is in. Don't get me wrong, he's still incredibly dangerous, but I miss the old Kazuko. Raiden is one of the stiffest strikers and most inventive mat technicians I’ve ever faced. In fact, Raiden actually got the better of me. We need to be very methodical and make sure they don’t pep up the pace.”
Mistress nods. “Right. We take them slow and steady. Until we end them. I know MCCW tanked my win percentages and I will not allow its new face to take away my new level of success. I have worked hard to earn where I am.”
Dr. Chaos snorts.
“Why do you think I agreed to Reign? A nice neutral location.”
Death Trap chokes on a gulp of his milkshake.
“Wait. I’m IN Re-”
“A perfectly NEUTRAL location. It’s not like you’re lighting the world on fire there anyway. Though, better than being beat up in SWAT. At least here you’re medically cleared each week. Oh! I updated your medical insurance so Mistress can visit you in the hospital … legally now.”
Death Trap droops his head in defeat as Mistress pats his shoulder.
“There, their, they are. The fact that you are staying out of the hospital is a success all on its own. Besides, we both know all of your effort has been going into our partnership as of late.”
Death Trap mumbles. “I mean I could have had a shot at the X*Crown if I could have beaten null a little faster…”
He takes a big gulp. He winces. And takes another gulp. Mistress rubs her hand off his arm and walks back towards the center of the ring.
“This match is the most sane match we have participated in for quite some time. There is not a raging panda or a series of pies or barbed wire in sight. This will be a true showcase of our in ring unity and ability. A time for our teamwork and true partnership to shine.”
“Our opponents are for sure going to attempt to add a little chaos into this match.”
“Are you calling me short!”
Death Trap waves her off before continuing. “It’s up to us to make sure neither of us gets isolated. We both need to stay fresh and we have to maintain our strategy. Our biggest advantage will be our fluid teamwork and grinding them down with submissions and counters.”
Mistress Discipline holds her arms out. “We have space and time to get this right without having to worry about a deadline. You are right, Death Trap. We can last longer than either of them and if we slow build like we are accustomed to, we will continue to reach the top. We will continue to be the Top… of the Class.”
Death Trap takes another huge gulp and his eyes go wide. He turns and grabs his head in agony, collapsing to his knees. Mistress and Dr. Chaos rush to his side.
“What Happened!”
“Death Trap?”
Sarah waltzes in for her milkshake, sees the former X*Crown champ on the ground pinching the bridge of his nose, and laughs.
“Brain Freeze!”
Both ladies sigh. “Huh. His brain, he’ll probably need that.”
“Death Trap, you scared me. Your health is important to me beyond this upcoming match, you know.”
“I got you, I updated his life insurance too.”
Sarah poses as if going super saiyan. “Power of ATTORNEY!”
Chaos continues. “If he can’t handle a milkshake, I’ve got questions on how he’ll handle this tag team.”
Mistress shakes her head. “By taking it slow. I just said that. This milkshake is a great metaphor for what we shall NOT be doing. We need to go slowly and enjoy their company.”
“NOT ENJOYING. HELP PLEASE.” Death Trap shouts from the ground.
Dr. Chaos stands up and Sarah moves closer. “Just remember to breathe through it. The return of brain function will be worth it in the end.”
“Is that a birthing joke?”
“I’M NOT FAT! AHH!” He rolls on his side as Sarah kneels onto his level.
“I have no doubt this is nowhere near as painful as any one of your previous matches… I mean - it totally is worse than anything you have ever or will ever experience in the ring. If you can get through this, then the Sons of Loki are finished!”
Mistress stands and pats his shoulder.
“ARE YOU PATRONIZING ME? I’LL KICK THEIR ASSES.”
Mistress Discipline turns to her manager. “We really should find a way to weaponize this anger.”
Chaos giggles. “Should I bring enough milkshakes for the enemy to gulp or just him?”
“HOW DO I MAKE IT GO AWAY!?”
Sarah places a hand on his chin and looks deeply into his eyes. “Great Question!”
“That was good and we should do it again. I really want to work this into my muscle memory.”
Death Trap, panting, rolls off of her and up from the wrestling mat.
“I think I’m done for the moment. I need at least half an hour before I can do that again.”
“What? But you were on top. We need to be at our peak performance for our former fed mates. I want to dominate them.”
Death Trap Groans.
“We’ll certainly do our best. All this work will definitely pay off when the rubber hits the road. Besides, it’s my birthday. The fans won’t let me lose on my birthday, right? Let’s keep this move in our back pockets.”
Mistress nods. “Yes, but when I work that roll up, I somehow end up under you instead of on top of you.”
Death Trap shakes his head. “You had it cinched in, and then you flipped. The momentum sent me spinning. I felt Chaos-sized. I don’t know where my mass went.”
Dr. Chaos strolls in holding four milkshakes. “Mistress's issue is she’s planning for a small package and we all know you’re bigger than them. If she can toss you around, they don’t stand a chance.”
Mistress shakes her head.
“But I do NOT want to end up underneath either of them.”
Dr. Chaos sips her milkshake as she sets the others on the ground nearby.
“No, but we can remember this tactic for later tonight. Like, can you show me how you did it?”
Death Trap grabs a milkshake.
“Let’s revisit this at a later date. For now, let's focus on what got us to the big dance. Our best strategy is still to take out their legs and neutralize their speed and agility advantage.”
Mistress grabs her milkshake and takes a tentative sip.
“I will not mistake their smaller stature for a disadvantage. However, while they may be dominating in SCCW but I have greatly improved since I was in MCCW. And honestly, I fail to even recall facing them.”
Death Trap takes a large gulp of his milkshake, swallows hard and lets out a breath.
“Well, I recall facing both of them. Daigo used to be full of energy and played to the crowd. It's really a sad state that his mind is in. Don't get me wrong, he's still incredibly dangerous, but I miss the old Kazuko. Raiden is one of the stiffest strikers and most inventive mat technicians I’ve ever faced. In fact, Raiden actually got the better of me. We need to be very methodical and make sure they don’t pep up the pace.”
Mistress nods. “Right. We take them slow and steady. Until we end them. I know MCCW tanked my win percentages and I will not allow its new face to take away my new level of success. I have worked hard to earn where I am.”
Dr. Chaos snorts.
“Why do you think I agreed to Reign? A nice neutral location.”
Death Trap chokes on a gulp of his milkshake.
“Wait. I’m IN Re-”
“A perfectly NEUTRAL location. It’s not like you’re lighting the world on fire there anyway. Though, better than being beat up in SWAT. At least here you’re medically cleared each week. Oh! I updated your medical insurance so Mistress can visit you in the hospital … legally now.”
Death Trap droops his head in defeat as Mistress pats his shoulder.
“There, their, they are. The fact that you are staying out of the hospital is a success all on its own. Besides, we both know all of your effort has been going into our partnership as of late.”
Death Trap mumbles. “I mean I could have had a shot at the X*Crown if I could have beaten null a little faster…”
He takes a big gulp. He winces. And takes another gulp. Mistress rubs her hand off his arm and walks back towards the center of the ring.
“This match is the most sane match we have participated in for quite some time. There is not a raging panda or a series of pies or barbed wire in sight. This will be a true showcase of our in ring unity and ability. A time for our teamwork and true partnership to shine.”
“Our opponents are for sure going to attempt to add a little chaos into this match.”
“Are you calling me short!”
Death Trap waves her off before continuing. “It’s up to us to make sure neither of us gets isolated. We both need to stay fresh and we have to maintain our strategy. Our biggest advantage will be our fluid teamwork and grinding them down with submissions and counters.”
Mistress Discipline holds her arms out. “We have space and time to get this right without having to worry about a deadline. You are right, Death Trap. We can last longer than either of them and if we slow build like we are accustomed to, we will continue to reach the top. We will continue to be the Top… of the Class.”
Death Trap takes another huge gulp and his eyes go wide. He turns and grabs his head in agony, collapsing to his knees. Mistress and Dr. Chaos rush to his side.
“What Happened!”
“Death Trap?”
Sarah waltzes in for her milkshake, sees the former X*Crown champ on the ground pinching the bridge of his nose, and laughs.
“Brain Freeze!”
Both ladies sigh. “Huh. His brain, he’ll probably need that.”
“Death Trap, you scared me. Your health is important to me beyond this upcoming match, you know.”
“I got you, I updated his life insurance too.”
Sarah poses as if going super saiyan. “Power of ATTORNEY!”
Chaos continues. “If he can’t handle a milkshake, I’ve got questions on how he’ll handle this tag team.”
Mistress shakes her head. “By taking it slow. I just said that. This milkshake is a great metaphor for what we shall NOT be doing. We need to go slowly and enjoy their company.”
“NOT ENJOYING. HELP PLEASE.” Death Trap shouts from the ground.
Dr. Chaos stands up and Sarah moves closer. “Just remember to breathe through it. The return of brain function will be worth it in the end.”
“Is that a birthing joke?”
“I’M NOT FAT! AHH!” He rolls on his side as Sarah kneels onto his level.
“I have no doubt this is nowhere near as painful as any one of your previous matches… I mean - it totally is worse than anything you have ever or will ever experience in the ring. If you can get through this, then the Sons of Loki are finished!”
Mistress stands and pats his shoulder.
“ARE YOU PATRONIZING ME? I’LL KICK THEIR ASSES.”
Mistress Discipline turns to her manager. “We really should find a way to weaponize this anger.”
Chaos giggles. “Should I bring enough milkshakes for the enemy to gulp or just him?”
“HOW DO I MAKE IT GO AWAY!?”
Sarah places a hand on his chin and looks deeply into his eyes. “Great Question!”