Post by Aoife Valkyrie on Feb 12, 2022 21:34:10 GMT
The scene picks up after Blackout goes off the air and all the Empire crew members and wrestlers are celebrating their wins or drinking away their losses at the plush high rise hotel that the owner has put them all up in. The music is loud and the part atmosphere is rocking as the dance floor is packed with men and women having a great time. Dozens of reporters from around the world are making their rounds asking sometime serious questions, but often times very dumb ones too.
Aoife, Maverick, Alexander Stone and Mitch are sharing a table near the back of the room. Their newly won World Six-man Tag Team title belts on display in the center of the table. Beers and shots have flowed for a few hours now and everyone at the table is feeling pretty damn good. Aoife sways her head back and forth to the music as Stone and Maverick try not to look at her for fear of Mitch popping off in some sort of Macho-Man-esque tirade. Stone watches as Aoife reaches over and slides her hands under the table, out of sight; but obviously knowing what she's doing. Mitch smiles as he kisses her hard on the mouth and again Stone has to look away. Aoife's phone pings and she bites her bottom lip as she looks into Mitch's eyes very sexually. "Hold that thought, ya." Aoife pulls her phone out of her purse and swipes it. She quickly reads the text and her face gets serious.
"Everything ok?" asks Stone over the loud music, not wanting to pry too deep for fear of pissing Mitch off again.
Aoife puts her phone back in her purse and glances over at Alex. "It's fine, ya. Next weeks card just came out. I've got Holidead." and she grabs Mitch's shot glass and downs it in one swig.
"Yeah, I was nursing that." he says with a grin.
"Holidead?" asks Maverick. "I thought she was on the shelf. Some sort of knee injury or something?"
Aoife slams the shot glass on the table upside down with authority and everyone looks at her. "Well, she's back and I got first shot ya. That bitch thinks her comeback match against me is going to be some walk in the park she better think twice, ya. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
Maverick slides his glasses down his nose eying her sleeveless dress. "I don't see any sleeves."
Aoife lets our a drunk laugh, with a cute little snort. "Ya so funny." and she slaps Maverick across the arm and nearly falls out of her chair in the process. "I'm going to go to the little girls room and piss, ya." and she kisses Mitch on the mouth again hard letting her tongue run around in his mouth. "I'll be right back, ya."
She gets up from her chair, using the table to steady herself before walking toward the ladies room. Maverick tries not to look too concerned as he sits there quietly as all three men can sense the awkward tension. "Yeah, I think I just saw Godzilla by the bar. I'll be right back." and Maverick gets up and walks toward the bar. Stone watches Maverick walk away, and then takes another gulp of his lite beer.
"You know, I understand now why you never hit on Aoife." states Mitch.
"Oh yeah, and why's that?" asks Stone wondering where this is coming from.
"I see the way you look at him."
Stone has a confused look on his face. "Him? Him, who?" Stone asks again.
Mitch leans across the table. "Maverick. You and Maverick."
Stone openly laughs which draws the attention of people at nearby tables. "Are you fucking nuts. Maverick? You think he and I, that we; that I'm gay?"
Mitch smiles. "Dude it's ok. I see the way you talk to him. You got this awesome Yogi and Boo Boo thing going on. I think it's, you know; cute. I just don't understand why you pick such smaller men. You're a pretty big boy, and you find yourself attracted to these guys that look like little boys. You got some sort of Boy Scout shit going on?"
Stone is now getting pissed. "Fuck you man." and his booming voice really draws attention this time.
"Hey relax. Your secret is my secret." and Mitch chuckles at him.
Aoife comes back to the table and she can see that Stone is tense. "Everything ok here, ya?"
"Fine." snaps Stone as he finishes his beer in one gulp.
Maverick walks back to the table. "It wasn't Godzilla. Some damn reporter that looked like him."
Mitch stands up and adjusts his sports coat. "Maverick, little bit of advice; don't drop the soap."
"What?" Maverick asks as Mitch takes Aoife's hand and they walk around the table.
Mitch stops next to Stone and leans down and whispers in his ear. "Just fucking with you. Sleep tight partner." and Mitch pats Stone on the shoulder before slapping Aoife on the ass. "Let's go babe." Aoife giggles as they leave the party heading back to their hotel room.
Maverick looks at Stone who's signaling for another beer. "You ok? What did he say?"
Stone looks at Maverick. "Don't worry about it. He just likes fucking with my head."
Minutes later, we see Aoife stumbling down a hallway hand in hand with Mitch. She stops at their hotel room door and she reaches into her purse and pulls out her room key. She tries her hardest to swipe the card, but misses miserably due to her drunken nature. Mitch reaches out and takes her very unsteady hand. "Here let me." and he takes the card from her. Aoife smiles as she leans against the wall and kicks off her high heels. She bites her bottom lip as she slowly starts unzipping her mini-skirt down her side. Mitch smiles as he can see that she is wearing no bra and only a thong. "W gonna do this out here?"
Aoife continues to bite her bottom lip as she nods her head yes and reaches for him pulling him in tight. Her body quivers as he crushes her against the wall. Her legs come up and she wraps them around him and she can feel him getting hard. An older couple, in their eighties walk by and Aoife laughs at them. "Fuck off, ya."
Mitch slides her down the wall trying to mask his hard-on. "Shhh, let's just take this party inside." and he swings the door open and she stumbles in letting her dress fall to the floor. The feint light from the hallway gleams in and she just stands there almost naked inches from the bed.
"Ya want me?" she asks.
Mitch smiles as he nods his head yes. "I don't wan to take advantage of you in your condition."
Aoife reaches down and sexually takes her thong off. "My condition? I know exactly what I'm doing, ya." and she climbs into bed pulling back the covers. "Ya got one shot me boy. Make'er good, ya." she teases him.
Mitch wastes no time as he rips off his clothes and mounts her.
Aoife, Maverick, Alexander Stone and Mitch are sharing a table near the back of the room. Their newly won World Six-man Tag Team title belts on display in the center of the table. Beers and shots have flowed for a few hours now and everyone at the table is feeling pretty damn good. Aoife sways her head back and forth to the music as Stone and Maverick try not to look at her for fear of Mitch popping off in some sort of Macho-Man-esque tirade. Stone watches as Aoife reaches over and slides her hands under the table, out of sight; but obviously knowing what she's doing. Mitch smiles as he kisses her hard on the mouth and again Stone has to look away. Aoife's phone pings and she bites her bottom lip as she looks into Mitch's eyes very sexually. "Hold that thought, ya." Aoife pulls her phone out of her purse and swipes it. She quickly reads the text and her face gets serious.
"Everything ok?" asks Stone over the loud music, not wanting to pry too deep for fear of pissing Mitch off again.
Aoife puts her phone back in her purse and glances over at Alex. "It's fine, ya. Next weeks card just came out. I've got Holidead." and she grabs Mitch's shot glass and downs it in one swig.
"Yeah, I was nursing that." he says with a grin.
"Holidead?" asks Maverick. "I thought she was on the shelf. Some sort of knee injury or something?"
Aoife slams the shot glass on the table upside down with authority and everyone looks at her. "Well, she's back and I got first shot ya. That bitch thinks her comeback match against me is going to be some walk in the park she better think twice, ya. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
Maverick slides his glasses down his nose eying her sleeveless dress. "I don't see any sleeves."
Aoife lets our a drunk laugh, with a cute little snort. "Ya so funny." and she slaps Maverick across the arm and nearly falls out of her chair in the process. "I'm going to go to the little girls room and piss, ya." and she kisses Mitch on the mouth again hard letting her tongue run around in his mouth. "I'll be right back, ya."
She gets up from her chair, using the table to steady herself before walking toward the ladies room. Maverick tries not to look too concerned as he sits there quietly as all three men can sense the awkward tension. "Yeah, I think I just saw Godzilla by the bar. I'll be right back." and Maverick gets up and walks toward the bar. Stone watches Maverick walk away, and then takes another gulp of his lite beer.
"You know, I understand now why you never hit on Aoife." states Mitch.
"Oh yeah, and why's that?" asks Stone wondering where this is coming from.
"I see the way you look at him."
Stone has a confused look on his face. "Him? Him, who?" Stone asks again.
Mitch leans across the table. "Maverick. You and Maverick."
Stone openly laughs which draws the attention of people at nearby tables. "Are you fucking nuts. Maverick? You think he and I, that we; that I'm gay?"
Mitch smiles. "Dude it's ok. I see the way you talk to him. You got this awesome Yogi and Boo Boo thing going on. I think it's, you know; cute. I just don't understand why you pick such smaller men. You're a pretty big boy, and you find yourself attracted to these guys that look like little boys. You got some sort of Boy Scout shit going on?"
Stone is now getting pissed. "Fuck you man." and his booming voice really draws attention this time.
"Hey relax. Your secret is my secret." and Mitch chuckles at him.
Aoife comes back to the table and she can see that Stone is tense. "Everything ok here, ya?"
"Fine." snaps Stone as he finishes his beer in one gulp.
Maverick walks back to the table. "It wasn't Godzilla. Some damn reporter that looked like him."
Mitch stands up and adjusts his sports coat. "Maverick, little bit of advice; don't drop the soap."
"What?" Maverick asks as Mitch takes Aoife's hand and they walk around the table.
Mitch stops next to Stone and leans down and whispers in his ear. "Just fucking with you. Sleep tight partner." and Mitch pats Stone on the shoulder before slapping Aoife on the ass. "Let's go babe." Aoife giggles as they leave the party heading back to their hotel room.
Maverick looks at Stone who's signaling for another beer. "You ok? What did he say?"
Stone looks at Maverick. "Don't worry about it. He just likes fucking with my head."
Minutes later, we see Aoife stumbling down a hallway hand in hand with Mitch. She stops at their hotel room door and she reaches into her purse and pulls out her room key. She tries her hardest to swipe the card, but misses miserably due to her drunken nature. Mitch reaches out and takes her very unsteady hand. "Here let me." and he takes the card from her. Aoife smiles as she leans against the wall and kicks off her high heels. She bites her bottom lip as she slowly starts unzipping her mini-skirt down her side. Mitch smiles as he can see that she is wearing no bra and only a thong. "W gonna do this out here?"
Aoife continues to bite her bottom lip as she nods her head yes and reaches for him pulling him in tight. Her body quivers as he crushes her against the wall. Her legs come up and she wraps them around him and she can feel him getting hard. An older couple, in their eighties walk by and Aoife laughs at them. "Fuck off, ya."
Mitch slides her down the wall trying to mask his hard-on. "Shhh, let's just take this party inside." and he swings the door open and she stumbles in letting her dress fall to the floor. The feint light from the hallway gleams in and she just stands there almost naked inches from the bed.
"Ya want me?" she asks.
Mitch smiles as he nods his head yes. "I don't wan to take advantage of you in your condition."
Aoife reaches down and sexually takes her thong off. "My condition? I know exactly what I'm doing, ya." and she climbs into bed pulling back the covers. "Ya got one shot me boy. Make'er good, ya." she teases him.
Mitch wastes no time as he rips off his clothes and mounts her.