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Aug 24, 2014 2:13:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 2:13:45 GMT -5
It had been a few hours after Mayhem had ended. There were still a few random wrestlers inside the locker room packing their belongings just before they were all set to head back to the hotel. The woman on the far left side of the room who was just finishing up packing her black duffle bag caught Van's eye. He was looking at EHWF's Hardcore Champion, Rose, who was as beautiful as she was dangerous. Van smiled, as he approached her. Van Jameson: Rose! Hey.. Great job on your win out there tonight by the way. Hey listen, I was headed out to get a bite to eat before I headed back to the hotel.. I have room for two.. If you're hungry? I'll buy. He smiled kindly at her as he awaited a reply. TBC by Rose.
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Aug 24, 2014 18:22:22 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 18:22:22 GMT -5
Rose eyes the man speaking to her suspiciously, one eyebrow raised higher than the other, her lips pursed out just slightly. Their gaze is broken by Rose blinking long and then looking back down at her bag. She pulls the zipper closed forcefully. And throws the strap over her shoulder. Rose turns her back to Van Jameson and slams her locker closed. When she turns back around Rose slips her feet into a pair of her signature black stiletos. They accent her low cut black top and contrast her high-waisted red skirt which hugs her curves in the perfect places. She squares her shoulders and takes a step toward Van, speaking in a calm, almost sweet voice, soft enough to not be understood by those outside a radius of just a couple feet.
"I don't know you and I don't quite trust you. The last time you spoke to me, you put your hands on me, a mistake not many make and get to walk away with all of their phalanges in tact. And I'm not sure I buy the nice guy act youre fronting now."
She takes an additional step closer to Van, standing less than a foot from his face.
"Like I said last time; I have a boyfriend. And I don't even know your first name."
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Rose
Aug 24, 2014 20:15:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 20:15:18 GMT -5
Van liked what he saw, he really liked it. She had that perfect frame, you know.. the one you could only get from spending countless hours in the gym. He kept the genuine smile across his face.
Van Jameson: The name is Van and I apologize for that stunt I pulled the other day. I'm usually use to getting what I want..
He looked aimlessly around the locker room before looking back at her.
Van Jameson: Boyfriend? I don't see anyone else around here but you..
He waited for her to reply.
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Rose
Aug 24, 2014 20:52:45 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 20:52:45 GMT -5
Rose takes half a step back and laughs to herself, putting a hand on the wall beside them to catch her balance.
"Wait wait wait. Your actual name is Van? I thought you were just the stick-up-your-ass type with a fancy last name."
She quickly recovers herself, covering her lips with a well-manicured hand.
"Shit, I didn't mean to laugh.. I just.." She clears her throat, turning her expression more serious. "I didn't know Van was a first name."
She stands straight again and smooths her skirt.
"Regardless, you know Bill is my boyfriend. EVERYBODY knows Bill is my boyfriend, no matter how MIA he may be at the moment."
She side steps Van heading toward the door. When she is beside him, she lays her left hand on his right pectoral muscle. She leans to the side, her lips carelessly close to his ear, her breath barely agitating the blonde locks hanging just above his shoulder
"You can't always get what you want," She whispers into his ear before taking an additional step toward the door, a devilish smirk spreading across her features.
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Rose
Aug 24, 2014 23:04:12 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 23:04:12 GMT -5
He angrily grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. He pressed his lips against hers, while grabbing a handful of tush in the process. He could feel her breaking away, but before she could he slipped his tongue inside her mouth..
Van Jameson: I needed that. It's always you feisty wants that always seem to put up a decent fight..
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Aug 24, 2014 23:57:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2014 23:57:49 GMT -5
Shocked and appalled, Rose drops the bag from her shoulder and pulls her face away from Jameson's, her lower body still held close to his due to Van's grubby little hands still clutching her ass. Her expression quickly changes from disgust to a smile, and she laughs. Van, thinking he's gotten away with the sexual assault smiles cockily down at her. She runs her hands down his arms, clasping her fingers through his on her bottom.
Her laughter dies as suddenly as it started as she wrenches his hands from behind her, pushing his fingers backwards in a way they're not meant to stretch. He grits his teeth and Rose takes half a step back, bringing his hands between them, still pushing his fingers in unnatural angles.
She speaks through clenched teeth. "You disgust me, and I told you that if you touched me again you weren't walking away with all ten fingers in tact, but considering you have a title attempt next week, and you're already one of the most pathetic wrestlers here, I shouldn't handicap you any more than the natural disadvantage you've got."
She releases his hands. He straightens up, flexing his fingers. He is on the verge of speaking, when Rose, still in close proximity with the man, head buts him in the face. His nose opens like a faucet, and she smirks.
"There, you can still wrestle with a busted face.. And I'd say it's an improvement on what you looked like before anyway."
She uses the back of her hand to wipe a couple drops of blood from her cheek, still smirking.
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Rose
Aug 25, 2014 19:52:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 19:52:25 GMT -5
The impact from Rose's head-butt had connected as I immediately felt the blood beginning to ooze from my right nostril. I was sure my nose was broken. My beautiful face was now ruined and she was going to pay for it.
Van Jameson: I am going to bury you Rose.. one way or the other I am going to make you pay for what you just did to my perfect face.
I was going to wipe that smirk from her face one way or the other. I slowly got back to my feet as I watched her walk out of my locker room door.
Van Jameson: Get the fuck back here!
He used the walls as a guide as he slowly trailed behind her, finding it difficult to keep up the same pace she was moving at.
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Aug 25, 2014 21:06:26 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 21:06:26 GMT -5
The heels of Rose's stiletto's click against the tiled flooring in quick succession as she makes her way out of the locker room. She throws her head back, tousling her soft curls in laughter, Van's threat still ringing in her ears.
"Perfect face my ass. Abs, maybe, but face? Not so much."
As she walks down the hallway, Rose adjusts the gym bag she threw over her shoulder in a rush to leave the locker room, not wanting to get blood on her fancy outfit. She turns a corner and sneaks a peak over her right shoulder, looking back at Van who is still stumbling after her. She stops, knowing he won't catch up, and looks at him with an expression of warning, cautioning Jameson to think before he acts further.
"You defiled my ass with your hands and my mouth with your tongue, so I returned the favor to your face, Van, it's really a fair trade; however if you feel the need to put your hands on me again," her voice raises an octave, turning condescending, "I'll knock your little button nose back into place myself. Are we understood?" She nods emphatically, as though to a toddler.
Van continues walking toward her, one hand to his face, the other using the brick wall as a guide.
"Good, just as I thought. Goodnight Dickbag, enjoy the rest of your evening." She winks sarcastically, her smile, while appearing sincere, is anything but genuine. Rose tosses a cascade of curls over her shoulder, continuing on her way toward the parking garage area.
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Aug 26, 2014 16:13:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 16:13:49 GMT -5
Bill Ryder had been standing nearby when an irritated Rose could be seen flushing her way through her locker room door in a hurry. I immediately noticed an injured Van Jameson steadily trying to track her down from behind, but it appeared he had been losing a battle due to testicular pain and a busted up nose. I watched him slowly limp his way towards the same direction, he obviously was pursuing Rose and he just had this creepy vibe about him.
Bill Ryder: 'Oh hey.. allow me to help you out bro.'
Before he could even respond with an answer I had already launched my foot dead center into the bridge of his already busted up nose. I would enjoy the sight of even more intensified liquid pouring from both his left and right nostrils. He fell back, bouncing off the wall only to fall face first into standing coat rack on wheels. He fell, bringing the whole coat rack down with him, as everyone around him began to chuckle. Van Jameson's week didn't appear that it would be getting any brighter anytime soon.
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