Post by Athena on Sept 4, 2016 6:02:39 GMT -5
*Disclosure: This promo is not being televised*
The night before the GZWA Stardom Tag Team Classic Special on Primetime, the redhead vixen known as Blake Harper was already in Dallas, Texas, ready to once again make her presence known. With her recent little time off she did spend some time in Chicago, where CM Punk was recuperating at home from the vicious attack he suffered backstage. It was heartwarming to see him getting better each day, slowly starting to train and exercise, building up towards a powerful return. Only today did she fly in to Dallas, not entirely sure when Johnny will arrive, but he said before that he will most probably come on the day of Primetime, early in the morning.
It was already around 11 pm, as Blake was still out on the town, sitting comfortably behind a Caribbean Stud Poker table, sipping on an Old Fashioned. She was the only one at the table, playing with an Ante of 10 dollars, which wasn't that big of a bet. Not really chatting with the dealer or any of the staff, Blake just minded her own business, enjoying the calm surroundings and nobody bothering her. These days it was quite a rare thing. Sipping on her drink, she looked up just for a brief second as her eyes met with a guy sitting at a Blackjack table.
With a sexy half grin he lifted his glass up, motioning for the dealer to hit him with another card. The redhead just smiled back as her focus was back on the game. Almost an hour later, Blake was still playing at the table, another glass of Old Fashioned in hand as she quickly finished it and stood up. Looking at herself from the side in one of the mirror reflections she couldn't help but grin. Like the soundtrack to the scene, "Sorry" by Beyonce started playing in the background as step by step, she slowly made her way towards the Blackjack table, where her admirer was still playing. Her hand gently rested on his shoulder slowly and carefully sliding down in front an inch at a time. He bit down on his lower lip, yet still trying to keep himself composed. Leaning in forward, Blake whispered something into his ear, not heard by anyone else as then her lips caught his earlobe, teasing this handsome gambler. Taking a deep breath he stood up from the seat and slid one arm around her lower waist, leading her out of the casino. The dealer almost immediately shouted out to the exiting duo:
Your winnings?!
Blake turned her head as she smiled at the young dealer.
Tips!
The scene cut to both of them in a car. Him sitting in the driver's seat, with Blake right on top, her legs straddling him as the kisses between them were getting steamer by the second. Her fingers slid down to his shirt, ripping it open as buttons flew off into every direction. Nails trailing down his tattooed upper body, she leaned in forward, her teeth tugging teasingly on his lower lip.
I tried to change...
He slid his hands down her body, resting them right on top of her perfectly firm booty, squeezing and even slapping straight across. Their breathing becoming deeper, their hearts beating faster. Everybody in their right mind knew where this was going.
I tried to be soft... Keep my mouth closed more. I tried to be prettier.
Her nails were digging straight into his skin as she was leaving fade bite marks on his neck. His eyes closed you could see his chest moving up and down faster with each passing second. Opening those bright eyes, that hazy, lust filled look as he almost ripped apart the tight latex dress that was covering Blake's heavily tattooed body.
I bathed in bleach, abstained from anything that I ever did wrong...
Showing Blake's naked back and just the very top line of her lace underwear, with the guy looking up at her, biting down on his lower lip as the scene suddenly cut to black, her voice only heard in the background.
I was... Less awake...
Still in the dress from last night, but with a Chicago Cubs sweatshirt over it and quite bit sunglasses covering her face, Blake entered the arena premises, with a grin gracing her face. It seemed like self-belief and straight up confidence was radiating off her as she made her way to her own locker room, all eyes on her.
I've been walked all over lately...
Changing into her ring gear, those high slit shorts, sports bra and loose crop top, lacing up those combat boots. Slowly taping up her wrists and fingers. Looking right into the mirror, Blake braided her long fiery locks into a tight fishtail braid as she couldn't help but smile at her own reflection.
I rather be crazy.
Finishing doing her hair, she heard a knock on the door as it carefully opened and Johnny Gargano peaked through.
Ready Mercy?
As ever.
Walking through the door, she took one last glance at the mirror.
You are all seconds away from staring into the eyes of the Red Queen.
The night before the GZWA Stardom Tag Team Classic Special on Primetime, the redhead vixen known as Blake Harper was already in Dallas, Texas, ready to once again make her presence known. With her recent little time off she did spend some time in Chicago, where CM Punk was recuperating at home from the vicious attack he suffered backstage. It was heartwarming to see him getting better each day, slowly starting to train and exercise, building up towards a powerful return. Only today did she fly in to Dallas, not entirely sure when Johnny will arrive, but he said before that he will most probably come on the day of Primetime, early in the morning.
It was already around 11 pm, as Blake was still out on the town, sitting comfortably behind a Caribbean Stud Poker table, sipping on an Old Fashioned. She was the only one at the table, playing with an Ante of 10 dollars, which wasn't that big of a bet. Not really chatting with the dealer or any of the staff, Blake just minded her own business, enjoying the calm surroundings and nobody bothering her. These days it was quite a rare thing. Sipping on her drink, she looked up just for a brief second as her eyes met with a guy sitting at a Blackjack table.
With a sexy half grin he lifted his glass up, motioning for the dealer to hit him with another card. The redhead just smiled back as her focus was back on the game. Almost an hour later, Blake was still playing at the table, another glass of Old Fashioned in hand as she quickly finished it and stood up. Looking at herself from the side in one of the mirror reflections she couldn't help but grin. Like the soundtrack to the scene, "Sorry" by Beyonce started playing in the background as step by step, she slowly made her way towards the Blackjack table, where her admirer was still playing. Her hand gently rested on his shoulder slowly and carefully sliding down in front an inch at a time. He bit down on his lower lip, yet still trying to keep himself composed. Leaning in forward, Blake whispered something into his ear, not heard by anyone else as then her lips caught his earlobe, teasing this handsome gambler. Taking a deep breath he stood up from the seat and slid one arm around her lower waist, leading her out of the casino. The dealer almost immediately shouted out to the exiting duo:
Your winnings?!
Blake turned her head as she smiled at the young dealer.
Tips!
The scene cut to both of them in a car. Him sitting in the driver's seat, with Blake right on top, her legs straddling him as the kisses between them were getting steamer by the second. Her fingers slid down to his shirt, ripping it open as buttons flew off into every direction. Nails trailing down his tattooed upper body, she leaned in forward, her teeth tugging teasingly on his lower lip.
I tried to change...
He slid his hands down her body, resting them right on top of her perfectly firm booty, squeezing and even slapping straight across. Their breathing becoming deeper, their hearts beating faster. Everybody in their right mind knew where this was going.
I tried to be soft... Keep my mouth closed more. I tried to be prettier.
Her nails were digging straight into his skin as she was leaving fade bite marks on his neck. His eyes closed you could see his chest moving up and down faster with each passing second. Opening those bright eyes, that hazy, lust filled look as he almost ripped apart the tight latex dress that was covering Blake's heavily tattooed body.
I bathed in bleach, abstained from anything that I ever did wrong...
Showing Blake's naked back and just the very top line of her lace underwear, with the guy looking up at her, biting down on his lower lip as the scene suddenly cut to black, her voice only heard in the background.
I was... Less awake...
Still in the dress from last night, but with a Chicago Cubs sweatshirt over it and quite bit sunglasses covering her face, Blake entered the arena premises, with a grin gracing her face. It seemed like self-belief and straight up confidence was radiating off her as she made her way to her own locker room, all eyes on her.
I've been walked all over lately...
Changing into her ring gear, those high slit shorts, sports bra and loose crop top, lacing up those combat boots. Slowly taping up her wrists and fingers. Looking right into the mirror, Blake braided her long fiery locks into a tight fishtail braid as she couldn't help but smile at her own reflection.
I rather be crazy.
Finishing doing her hair, she heard a knock on the door as it carefully opened and Johnny Gargano peaked through.
Ready Mercy?
As ever.
Walking through the door, she took one last glance at the mirror.
You are all seconds away from staring into the eyes of the Red Queen.
