Post by Athena on May 29, 2017 14:34:39 GMT -5
The scene opened quite late at night, around midnight, in Miami, Florida. With the weather being warm, the streets were still pretty crowded as people were just enjoying the time out. "Love Hate Social Club" tattoo shop was closed for business for the night, yet the lights were still on as Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" was blasting from the inside. Tim Hendricks, one of the most famous tattoos artists worldwide was preparing his station, since he was doing this tattoo as a favor for one of his close friends.
Blake Harper was walking around the shop, admiring the flash work that was hanging on the walls. It was the first time she visited this particular shop, made famous by the reality show "Miami Ink". And even though she was quite heavily tattooed, never had she gotten any work done by the great Tim Hendricks herself. Yet, this favor was not for her.
Diablo came out of the bathroom and smiled at Blake as he was ready to get started. It wasn't really that much of a public record, but Blake and Diablo had been the best of friends for quite a long time, knowing each other from the very beginning of the MMA career. The trained together, the traveled together and only after Blake started dating Wes did they start spending a little less time together. But soon enough Diablo and Wes started bonding and once again the two friends were together constantly. He knew that he wanted to get a tattoo done by Tim and since they had quite a bit of time before their next Primetime appearance, Diablo decided it was the perfect opportunity to visit Miami and get some work done.
Hey, thanks for coming along.
Don't mention it. I'm happy to keep you company. Plus, you know how much I enjoy just the vibe of tattoo shops.
Diablo laughed as he noticed that Tim was ready to start. Taking his shirt off, he waited for him to apply the stencil and then took a good look at the mirror. Seemed perfect, just what he had hoped for. Laying down on the table, he heard that tattoo machine go off buzzing as the needle touched his skin.
Time passed by, as Diablo didn't even flinch, even though Tim was tattooing his chest, which was one of the more painful areas to get done. Blake sat down besides him on a leather stool as she smiled looking on.
Danny, you're gonna love it. It looks stellar. Really.
Not even doubting it. Tim is one of the best in the business. I'm sure he's doing a great job.
Tim grinned lightly as he continued his job, staying relatively quiet through out.
So, champ, how does it feel to have that gold around your waist?
Can't lie, does feel pretty darn good. After all, I love proving a point. And winning the Women's title at Final Encounter was just that. I proved my point. I proved to the world that MMA fighters have an upper hand over wrestlers at any given time. And I am going to prove my point every single week with these Open Challenges for the title.
I am still quite stunned that you chose to do them. I know that you are the first girl to get into a fight. And I know that you are not afraid to stand tall against any challenge. But every week to defend the title? Not really a strategic move.
Blake smiled lightly as she looked at Diablo.
I know, Danny. But hear my side. As I said during that promo I did in the ring, I am ready to prove over and over again that I am the best in the business. But that is not the only reason. It is not only my ego. It is also to bring attention back to the title. To raise its prestige, to make it relevant again. Because lately, the women wrestling in GZWA are more focused on their follower count on Instagram or how many retweets they can get on a "Rupaul's Drag Race" gif or a gym selfie flexing a barely developed bicep. I'm tired of the girls calling each other "bitch", "heffa" or some other petty insult. I'm tired of crazy gimmicks and "woe is me" storylines. I want for them to come every week to the ring, with the stakes at their highest and prove to everybody that this division is as good as our marketing. Usually, women march and protest because of the lack of opportunity. And here, we have a shitload of different opportunities, yet nobody seems to want to take them. That is why I want to do those challenges.
Sweet baby Jesus, Blake, you sound like Mariah. Exactly like her.
Well, no shit, Captain Obvious. She did train me from the very beginning, didn't she?
Blake laughed as Diablo only grinned, not wanting to move and ruin the tattoo.
I just want equal competition, who would put in just as much heart and dedication as I do. After all, I am not evil... Or malicious for that matter. I am just insanely passionate about what I do. And if I see anybody slacking, like most of the wrestlers in this company, I will be the first one to shout it right at their faces. Or, sometimes, if they got me on a bad day, solidify it with a punch. Like I wanted to do to Malkov. Fuck me, comes out like Tom Cruise out of the closet and starts making statements about her championship intentions. Screw you. Have a few matches here and then come out with your Lone Wolf statements.
Taking a deep breath, Blake tried to calm herself down as she decided to change the subject to a bit of different direction.
All we need now is for you guys to snatch the crowns and we'll be set to reign supreme over GZWA.
Yeah, about that...
Blake looked at Diablo as she seemed this concern, this slight embarrassment in his face. It was a look familiar to her, but one she hadn't seen for quite a while.
Are you leaving the Hellions? Did Dana call?
Oh, no. Not leaving you guys and not going back to UFC either. It is not that, believe me. It's... Um... Well... I thought about it and... Well... I want to gun for the Heavyweight title. I want to challenge Ry Drake.
The redhead besides him look at him for a moment, but before she could say a word, Diablo quickly continued.
I know that based on the hierarchy of a stable, Wes should be challenging for the Heavyweight title, with me and Sparta entering the tag division. After all, he is your boyfriend, the most decorated out of all of us and it would make sense to make you the power couple of the company. But...
Hey, wait, what hierarchy? Who told you that you couldn't do it? So what if Wes is my boyfriend? That doesn't mean that he is set to do anything. Why do you think that we should follow any rules established by wrestling marks?
I just thought... Well, I don't know...
Wait, stop. Now, take a breath and tell me why do you want to enter the Heavyweight title picture? Give me your reasons.
At that moment Tim decided to take a break and get himself a drink of water. Diablo sat up and looked at Blake.
Okay. The division is stale, there is nothing interesting anymore in the match up between Ry Drake and Carnage. We've seen it all. We've seen the David vs Goliath scenario over and over for what, a year at least? There is no more excitement, no more twists in the plot, no more reason to see those two fight. No more spark between them in the ring. This is where I come in. A wrestler in a similar weight class as Ry. Only I am taller and leaner, which makes me faster and more flexible. My high flying moveset and a knack for daredevil antics in the ring could bring an array of new match ideas, would bring some new blood into the division and something to entertain the fans. Nobody talks about Ry Drake or his mountain man. Nobody cares. He's charismatic as someone in a coma. But me? Well... I'm not only a new face... I'm not only a part of the fastest raising stable in the biz... Remember, when Dusty Rhodes used to ask: "But where's the money?"? It's right here. I'm the money. I'm what GZWA needs to bring the division to life.
Diablo took in a deep breath, but Blake could see that he wasn't done just yet.
Plus, there is no one else who could do it. Gabe Wingue is running around carrying Casey's... I wanted to say purse, but with her... Probably her protein powder keg. Suicide disappeared to Parts Unknown, with Punk following him in an ambulance, Carnage is now neck deep in trying to fend of the Machine, The Miz... Well... He's the Miz... He can never win anything. Only by sheer mistake. And others I can't even remember. They are that plain. That boring and unimpressive. But I can turn it all around. I will challenge Ry Drake. I will be reach the very top and turn this division around, making the Heavyweight title the most talked about title in the company. Just like it is supposed to be. I'm the best thing to happen to not only The Heavyweight division or to GZWA. I'm the best thing to ever happen to wrestling. And I will show it to everyone.
Tim came back in as Blake took Diablo's hand and smiled.
Go for it, Danny. Do it, you have my blessing and I can tell you, that Wes and Sparta will stand with you on this decision, just like am I. It is now or never.
Hours passed and Diablo with Blake left the studio, thanking Tim for his time and dedication. Yet, Diablo didn't only get his chest piece. Both him and his best friend had saran wrap on their arms. As the camera zoomed in, you could notice that both had the word "Hellion" tattooed.
