Top of the Classy (Tag Team RP 1)
Jan 26, 2023 22:46:34 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by h2f on Jan 26, 2023 22:46:34 GMT -5
“There you are!” Dr. Chaos, the team’s manager and friend, waves them over to a table by the bar. Her loud shout is barely heard over the thrum of all the other bar patrons.
Mistress Discipline is the first to reach the table as Death Trap takes a moment to greet a young fan.
“Sorry, Chaos. We had some unfinished business to attend to.”
The snap of a riding crop against the table startles the loud room into silence. They all look over at Sarah.
“Naughty!”
Dr. Chaos gently lowers her adopted daughter’s riding crop below the table. “Yea, sure. Listen. That last show-”
“Was full of sexism! I am horribly insulted at the blatant disregard for common courtesy and a complete lack of understanding! I mean that announcer! Does he not realize the athletic value of what was before him! Insulting Death Trap’s abs like that!” Mistress Discipline shakes her head as Death Trap joins them at the table.
Chaos nods. “I agree one hundred percent. The announcers and audience just aren’t seeing either of you the way they should. And as your manager, I had strong words with the announcers about their performance.”
Death Trap looks up from signing an autograph for another young fan and glances between the two. “By failures, do you mean distracting the wrestlers from the match?”
“Oh! Have they repented for their failures? Did you take them to task for the ill advised things that they said?”
Chaos lets a loud breath leave her. “I for sure yelled at them, but the legal options regarding what they said were limited because you slapped the wrong person after the match.”
Death Trap winces and hands a signed bowler hat to a teen fan. “He did deserve it though.”
Chaos considers this. “Regardless, the past is the past and we need to work on your future! Don’t do that again when you smash your opponents, the Cable Bill, this time. But seriously. We need to refocus the conversation where it needs to be, not Caball’n Around. Reframe your image a little.”
Mistress wearily eyes her manager. “Our image is one of solid teamwork and dependability. We have held our titles for nine months now and it will take a very good effort to see it ripped from our hands. How many have tried and failed at this point and the Black Knife Cabal thinks they can tarnish our reputation? Our image is family friendly, unlike our next competitors, and we promote well with the younger generation.” Mistress Discipline nods to the young person who has asked for her autograph.
Death Trap finishes a complicated handshake with another young fan. “Seriously. I’m so popular with teens right now, I’m surprised Teen Magazine isn’t calling you.”
Chaos nods again. “But let’s stay away from politics in Florida. I know you both have the in ring action down. Which is why I’m not worried about how you do. I’m worried about how you look. We need to revisit your wrestling attire.”
Mistress shakes her head. “No.” The angel with blonde ringlets standing beside her deflates in dejection. “Not you dear, your halo really completes the look.” The child’s smile is back as she hands Mistress an axe to sign.
The thwack of the riding crop on the table brings the attention of the group to what is on the table. “Leather!”
Sure enough a small bit of leather is on the table. Death Trap looks confused.
“No.” Mistress repeats. “I am not wearing leather for you again. We have already tried that. It limits movement.”
Death Trap still looks confused and begins looking around and under the table. Kids lining up for his autograph begin helping him look. As they don’t know what it is he is looking for, they begin to show him random things they are finding on the floor: Chaos’s purse, a discarded toddler’s shoe, and a bowler hat with pink sequins are all turned away.
Chaos counters “We’ve learned from our previous…errors? Listen, this new look isn’t for you and I made sure it isn’t long sleeves. No sleeves, in fact.”
Dr. Chaos holds up the leather item. It appears to be a male’s harness. For men. It’s a minimalistic piece.
“But.” Death Trap interrupts. “But, where is the rest of the outfit?”
All three women at the table take a moment to look at Death Trap. They give it a moment as parents around them begin collecting their children with harsh words about the appropriateness of what they have on the table. One mother goes so far as to suggest that the only thing worse would be something bought at Target.
“No.” Death Trap responds. “No no nonono … ok, look. We’ve raised my standing with the younger demographic. Great! I don’t want anything … raising … on anyone in … a much older demographic! That leaves less to the imagination than a Rob Halford concert outfit. It’s barely a step above the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert attire. This isn’t CAR and I won’t wear an Athletic Cup. I have standards. Lower standards, maybe compared to some, but standards.”
“I beg your pardon. I think you have great standards!” Mistress Discipline corrects and points to her left hand.
Chaos makes a noncommittal sound. “Maybe not for fashion. Which this is.”
“No.” Top of the Class counters.
Chaos tries again “I just think-”
“No” Mistress interrupts. “This is not a think, this is a fantasy that will end in a wardrobe malfunction when Death Trap gets excited about the match. This is a great photo shoot for next year’s calendar, provided we take the shot head on, but this is not the family friendly image we want to project.”
Death Trap shakes his head. “I’m not sure about including this in a calendar-”
“Think of the children! We have raised so much money for them from the generous hearts of mothers everywhere.” Mistress counters.
Death Trap shakes his head again. “We need to focus on our next tag team match up. This is the Black Knife Cabal. They will bring something to this match and we need to be ready to counter it. They are clearly motivated and have something to prove, even if it’s a desire to show they are healthy enough to wrestle. After surviving a fire that killed way more than is practical, thanks Kira, and that mugging by Fox on one of them … yeah they are gonna have something to prove.”
Mistress nods. “It is good to know they both passed the health check. I was worried given their recent challenge in that area of their partnership. … Wait, what was that about a fire killing-”
Chaos looks between the two. “Wait. What happened with a mugging? I have Questions.”
Mistress Discipline is the first to reach the table as Death Trap takes a moment to greet a young fan.
“Sorry, Chaos. We had some unfinished business to attend to.”
The snap of a riding crop against the table startles the loud room into silence. They all look over at Sarah.
“Naughty!”
Dr. Chaos gently lowers her adopted daughter’s riding crop below the table. “Yea, sure. Listen. That last show-”
“Was full of sexism! I am horribly insulted at the blatant disregard for common courtesy and a complete lack of understanding! I mean that announcer! Does he not realize the athletic value of what was before him! Insulting Death Trap’s abs like that!” Mistress Discipline shakes her head as Death Trap joins them at the table.
Chaos nods. “I agree one hundred percent. The announcers and audience just aren’t seeing either of you the way they should. And as your manager, I had strong words with the announcers about their performance.”
Death Trap looks up from signing an autograph for another young fan and glances between the two. “By failures, do you mean distracting the wrestlers from the match?”
“Oh! Have they repented for their failures? Did you take them to task for the ill advised things that they said?”
Chaos lets a loud breath leave her. “I for sure yelled at them, but the legal options regarding what they said were limited because you slapped the wrong person after the match.”
Death Trap winces and hands a signed bowler hat to a teen fan. “He did deserve it though.”
Chaos considers this. “Regardless, the past is the past and we need to work on your future! Don’t do that again when you smash your opponents, the Cable Bill, this time. But seriously. We need to refocus the conversation where it needs to be, not Caball’n Around. Reframe your image a little.”
Mistress wearily eyes her manager. “Our image is one of solid teamwork and dependability. We have held our titles for nine months now and it will take a very good effort to see it ripped from our hands. How many have tried and failed at this point and the Black Knife Cabal thinks they can tarnish our reputation? Our image is family friendly, unlike our next competitors, and we promote well with the younger generation.” Mistress Discipline nods to the young person who has asked for her autograph.
Death Trap finishes a complicated handshake with another young fan. “Seriously. I’m so popular with teens right now, I’m surprised Teen Magazine isn’t calling you.”
Chaos nods again. “But let’s stay away from politics in Florida. I know you both have the in ring action down. Which is why I’m not worried about how you do. I’m worried about how you look. We need to revisit your wrestling attire.”
Mistress shakes her head. “No.” The angel with blonde ringlets standing beside her deflates in dejection. “Not you dear, your halo really completes the look.” The child’s smile is back as she hands Mistress an axe to sign.
The thwack of the riding crop on the table brings the attention of the group to what is on the table. “Leather!”
Sure enough a small bit of leather is on the table. Death Trap looks confused.
“No.” Mistress repeats. “I am not wearing leather for you again. We have already tried that. It limits movement.”
Death Trap still looks confused and begins looking around and under the table. Kids lining up for his autograph begin helping him look. As they don’t know what it is he is looking for, they begin to show him random things they are finding on the floor: Chaos’s purse, a discarded toddler’s shoe, and a bowler hat with pink sequins are all turned away.
Chaos counters “We’ve learned from our previous…errors? Listen, this new look isn’t for you and I made sure it isn’t long sleeves. No sleeves, in fact.”
Dr. Chaos holds up the leather item. It appears to be a male’s harness. For men. It’s a minimalistic piece.
“But.” Death Trap interrupts. “But, where is the rest of the outfit?”
All three women at the table take a moment to look at Death Trap. They give it a moment as parents around them begin collecting their children with harsh words about the appropriateness of what they have on the table. One mother goes so far as to suggest that the only thing worse would be something bought at Target.
“No.” Death Trap responds. “No no nonono … ok, look. We’ve raised my standing with the younger demographic. Great! I don’t want anything … raising … on anyone in … a much older demographic! That leaves less to the imagination than a Rob Halford concert outfit. It’s barely a step above the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert attire. This isn’t CAR and I won’t wear an Athletic Cup. I have standards. Lower standards, maybe compared to some, but standards.”
“I beg your pardon. I think you have great standards!” Mistress Discipline corrects and points to her left hand.
Chaos makes a noncommittal sound. “Maybe not for fashion. Which this is.”
“No.” Top of the Class counters.
Chaos tries again “I just think-”
“No” Mistress interrupts. “This is not a think, this is a fantasy that will end in a wardrobe malfunction when Death Trap gets excited about the match. This is a great photo shoot for next year’s calendar, provided we take the shot head on, but this is not the family friendly image we want to project.”
Death Trap shakes his head. “I’m not sure about including this in a calendar-”
“Think of the children! We have raised so much money for them from the generous hearts of mothers everywhere.” Mistress counters.
Death Trap shakes his head again. “We need to focus on our next tag team match up. This is the Black Knife Cabal. They will bring something to this match and we need to be ready to counter it. They are clearly motivated and have something to prove, even if it’s a desire to show they are healthy enough to wrestle. After surviving a fire that killed way more than is practical, thanks Kira, and that mugging by Fox on one of them … yeah they are gonna have something to prove.”
Mistress nods. “It is good to know they both passed the health check. I was worried given their recent challenge in that area of their partnership. … Wait, what was that about a fire killing-”
Chaos looks between the two. “Wait. What happened with a mugging? I have Questions.”
