Post by Sarah Twilight on Jul 25, 2023 19:40:51 GMT -5
1. Subjugation
There is an inherent fear to that which you do not understand. A lingering disconcertment for that which you cannot control. Such is the case when you find yourself in an unfamiliar place during nightfall. Every sound, every shadow, heightens the senses and taps into our primal survival instincts. Fight or flight is the term most often used to describe this reaction. It is at this point that your brain must make the decision as to whether the danger should be engaged, or if it is simply a better option to flee and live to fight another day.
Self preservation should have been paramount to every last pairing throughout OCW the moment it had been made official that R.O.S.E. had joined their ranks. The acronym not a marketing ploy, but a way of life. An unholy union of evil who thirst for carnage, despair and suffering. Between them a path of destruction that has carved through countless promotions and an even greater number of victims. It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To the masses, their outward elegance is soft on the eyes, inviting and beguiling. It is that which lies within which is hideous, vile and despicable. Oft remember that those whom imparted their wisdom regarding beauty also warned to not judge a book by its cover.
Many men and many women have found themselves laid at the feet of the STANDARD, conquered and displayed in humiliation. Each one of these victims were blindsided by their true nature, their true malice and most of all their true power. Then again, the devil never tells you of his approach, his strategy … he waits until you have walked into the trap and gloats with a simpering smile the moment you’ve realized your defeat.
Your free will ends when our will concedes you.
Fresh off of an impressive, decisive Revival victory in Tampa, Lilith and Sarah Twilight relish in the comforts of being back to operating as a team. The enchanting redhead is seated in a comfortable office chair at the corner of the main room to their suite, intently viewing clips on her laptop. She was studying their upcoming opponents, Jack and Tom Lockwood… collectively known as the Lockwood Party. While it was quite common for the gorgeous redhead to be buried in her work, her wife took a much more relaxed approach. The raven haired beauty known simply as Lilith is comfortably laid on top of the covers to their enormous king sized bed, buffing and polishing her nails. They were, after all, her most dangerous asset.
Lilith glances over at her wife with a sigh as she continues to focus her attention on her flawless nails.
Lilith: Babyyyyy come onnnnn! You’ve been staring at the computer for hours! Let’s go do something else. It’s not like the stupid bitch bears are gonna be any different to the last match we had. What are they gonna do, no remember their name again?
Although Lilith was bubbly and mostly spoke about things that would make her appear on the surface as unintelligent, she was actually the complete opposite. Despite not spending as much time studying opponents as Sarah, she was quite well informed. This of course, her knowledge that The Lockwood Party had been around since original OCW and during that time, it was Jack and TIM Lockwood. Sarah turns her head a bit and looks at Lilith with a bit of curiosity, not expecting her to say this so offhandedly. Lilith giggles a bit as she continues to tend to her nails.
Lilith: You know, I’m still super disappointed from our last match. I totally expected a dark witch who would fight with you using all kinds of magic and stuff!
Lilith hesitates a moment before continuing.
Lilith: I mean, I knew she wasn't even a witch, haha! Anywayyyyyyy, we’re now going to fight people who have alzheimer's ... Timmy, Tommy, Tammy? … Why waste our time even looking at that stuff?!
Lilith continues to try and convince her wife to put her focus onto something else. This was mostly because unlike her normal process of preparing for a match, Sarah was becoming quite agitated with this particular scouting session. Lilith didn’t even have to guess that it had something to do with the caliber of opponents they’d been paired up against. To her surprise, Sarah shuts the laptop and pushes it away from her, exhaling deeply and de-stressing herself. The alluring redhead turns and gazes at her loving wife with a smile.
Sarah: You’re right. We should be spending our time having fun instead of being aggravated over the pile of shit they’re shoveling at us this week. Tournament ... pffft. As if there's a question of who is going to win this.
Sarah rises from her chair and saunters over near the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it beside Lilith as she continues to gaze adoringly at her wife.
Sarah: So what would you like to do tonight –
She pauses, shaking her head.
Sarah: Wait, don't answer that. Let’s go to a dance club. Really live it up for a few hours.
Lilith finally puts her nail file down as she looks across at her wife, now extremely excited.
Lilith bounces up and down a little bit on top of the bed as she looks at Sarah with love clearly in her eyes.
Lilith: Oooooooooooo! Baby that sounds like a super good idea! Especially so if you get dressed up all yummy.
Lilith winks at Sarah. She was often found checking Sarah out so her wife getting all dressed up was definitely something Lilith loved.
Lilith: That’ll definitely take our minds off of how dumb and stupid our match is, hahaha.
Club One
Savannah, Georgia
Being the only dance club in the area, Club One was also a prominent gay and lesbian bar in Savannah. Although Sarah and Lilith were clearly a married lesbian couple, they didn’t go out of their way to hang out in gay only bars and the such. Regardless, they wanted a night of clubbing and dancing and you can’t find a better place to do that than at a lively gay club. The atmosphere is wild and lively as would be expected. DJ Jackie Beat masters the turntables, spinning the hottest jams of techno, trap, hip hop and everything in between.
The pair are dressed to die for, just as Lilith had suggested. Sarah with a black spaghetti string crop top and a skin tight pair of black leather pants that are fringed cut almost bell bottoms, as well as black suede boots with four inch heels. Lilith is wearing a skintight black mini dress that shows off her curvaceous figure, especially her large chest and perfectly toned thighs and ass. The dress is covered in sequins making it very sparkly. Needless to say Lilith looks incredible, just as she always did. Nestled neatly against her visible cleavage she wears a moon pendant. As one of the songs finishes, the two make their way off of the dance floor over to one of the tables off to the side where they had been hanging out in between dances. Right on cue, a waitress arrives at the table with the drinks they’d ordered several minutes earlier. For Sarah, a Brandy Alexander and for Lilith, a Blue Hawaiian complete with the cocktail umbrella, chunk of pineapple and a cherry for aesthetics. This was now Sarah’s fifth drink and Lilith’s second. The two are smiling and happy, still swaying to the steady beats of the intermission.
Sarah: This was a great idea … we need to do more things like this. I’m so glad we came out tonight.
As Sarah says this, Lilith takes the umbrella out of her drink, licks the liquid off of it and plays with it in between her fingers. She gives her wife a cute smile as she nods her head at her, clearly totally enamored with her.
Lilith: I know. Me too, baby. I just can't wait to go back home after this.
The night carries on with both women enjoying their time together. Dancing like wild to the fast paced, high tempo jams and enjoying some loving embraces during the slower melodies. The two of them are so enveloped in each other that they do not immediately notice the massive amount of attention they were receiving from the other patrons. This, one of the main reasons they didn’t frequent gay specific establishments. They were, without doubt the most famous lesbian couple in this club and people had taken notice of them. Another intermission begins and again the two return to their table and their drinks. Sarah now on her eighth cocktail and Lilith on her fifth. Sarah almost completely downs her drink in one gulp as she was simply thirsty from all of the dancing. Lilith gasps as she notices how quickly Sarah drinks her drink knowing she had definitely had more than her at this point.
Lilith: Babyyyyyyyyy! I know you’re super happiful but don’t get TOO drunk. Some cute brunette girl might take total advantage of you if you do that.
Sarah giggles at her wife’s innuendo and shakes her head a bit.
Sarah: I was just parched from all the dancing, haha. Don’t worry, I won’t keep downing them like that.
Up to this point, both of them had been in an incredible mood. Truth be told, they hadn’t had this much fun during work travels in quite some time. However, the thing about Sarah is that she has a temper. And with the amount of alcohol she’d already consumed, the slightest change to her current happiness could set her off in a very different direction.
What happens next is harmless. There was certainly no intention of maliciousness or to ruin the couple’s night out. The problem was the attention they’d drawn by just … well, being who they are. Two men approach the table that the happy couple were occupying. One of them flamboyant and the other more stoic and reserved. Judging by the exuberance that was exhibited by the more talkative one, these men were clearly fans.
“OhMahGawd! It really IS you!”
The animated gentleman turns to his counterpart with an enormous amount of excitement.
“Look Peter! It’s really them!”
Sarah turns to glance at the two men and quirks a brow a bit, wondering what they wanted. Lilith notices Sarah’s response to the two men and hating people just as much as her wife, Lilith immediately places her hand over her eyes for a moment as she lets out a deep sigh.
Lilith: Oh jeez. Why can they never just leave us the heck alone…
The obvious distancing is lost on the men, especially the more energetic one who introduces himself.
“I’m Gary …. Oh and , this is my life partner, Peter.”
He looks between the two women anxiously.
Gary: I’m a HUGE fan! And so is Peter, isn’t that right snookums?
He looks to Peter who just nods his head almost unenthusiastically.
Gary: When I saw you two out on the floor, I just HAD to come and talk to you oooohhhh so divine! So divine to see such QUEENS! And … oh and you’ll love this …
Sarah rolls her eyes as this dope continues to rant and talk, not wanting to hear any of it. Lilith completely turns away from them. Yet, Gary continues.
Gary: When I saw that you two signed to the NEW OCW… I fluttered … not just my heart, all of me. It was just the greatest feeling. And so of course I just HAD to go and get the latest issue of OCW magazine and see ALL the juicy gossip and details of what was going on and there it was … right on page ninety-four … and girllllllllll I just have to say it’s about damn time!
Gary snaps his fingers reminiscent of Sha-Nay-Nay from a well known nineties sitcom. Although Lilith was trying her hardest to make it clear that she did not want to talk to these men or have anything to do with them at all, she does pick up on one thing that has just been said. Though before she can even address this, Sarah is already glaring at the flamboyant man.
Sarah: Excuse me?!
Gary is oblivious to the tone and the obvious agitation that was building as he blindly continues to make things worse.
Gary: I was just hoping that I could get you lovely ladies to sign my copy? I mean who would have thunk I’d meet you here?
Gary conveniently has his issue of the OCW magazine on hand as he removes it from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and places it on the table in front of them. Sarah continues to stare at him, much more now a glare. Slowly she moves her focus to the media print and in a swift motion, grabs it and rips it in half. She snaps her focus back at Gary.
Sarah: Get the fuck out of my face!
As she says this, she throws the torn magazine at him. Gary is in shock, mumbling and fumbling as Peter escorts him away from the women. Now, after eight drinks and a reminder of what Sarah viewed as disrespect, her mood has completely shifted as she looks back across at her wife.
Sarah: Ninety Four … page fucking NINETY FOUR! Are you fucking kidding me?!!
Lilith is equally as annoyed about this though she doesn’t blow up like Sarah has. Lilith instead tries her hardest to make sense of this, though she still thinks whoever is in charge of the magazine is clearly an idiot.
Lilith: Errrrrrr… I mean… we have been retired for a very long time… hmmmmmm… nope even that makes them dumb… yeah that’s really annoying…
This was only the tip of the iceberg for Sarah. She’d abandoned her incessant need to focus on work in order to come out and have a good time. Now that she’s been reminded of her agitation from earlier, and with several drinks under her belt, she simply lets loose.
Sarah: No fuck that! Absolutely fuck that!
Now Sarah grabs hold of the remainder of Lilith’s drink and down that in one gulp, clearly beside herself. She slams the empty glass back onto the table.
Sarah: We fly across the country for you to have a so-called ‘debut’ and you got served garbage. Now we are stuck in a TOURNAMENT! A fucking TOURNAMENT as if ANYONE is on our level and yet what do we get?! MORE garbage! Some fucking CLOWNS from original OCW ... who we've beaten SEVERAL times and that's what we get?! We've kicked those fuckers in the face so many times that one of them doesn't even know his name anymore! This is the level of disrespect we are facing.
Lilith blinks a few times as she isn’t even sure how to process this or respond to it.
Sarah: That’s an insult! You have just signed the greatest tag team of all time and what are we given? A pair of worthless wastes of space who have a combined IQ of 3 and an overall win record that is about the same. I’m pissed baby, I’m fucking PISSED!
Although Lilith was just as annoyed about this as Sarah, she does not blow up or even get that angry about it. Lilith knew something like this would happen to them and she shrugs her shoulders a bit as she looks at Sarah calmly. She goes to take a mouthful of her drink but then remembers Sarah had downed it. Lilith lets out a sigh as she speaks her mind on this situation.
Lilith: Baby… are you really THAT surprised about this stuff? There’s a good reason why every boss bear has always not liked me. I don’t like them, they don’t like me. I tell them what I want… they give me what I want! Maybe the issue here is I just haven’t gone Grrrrrr enough on whoever is in charge of booking us. I’ll make them go all scared and then they’ll be too worried about stuffs not to give me exactly what I want!
Despite Lilith having the approach that she did, Sarah always had one answer to these kinds of things and one answer only.
Sarah: I’m not concerned with who’s designing the contests. But I will make sure that they take notice. We are going to CRIPPLE these pathetic assholes. They aren’t going to need to worry about having a "party"… they should be worried about being confined to wheelchairs the rest of their lives and sipping their meals through a fucking straw!
The vile epitome of hatred that was brewing within the redhead’s eyes was evident, and Lilith was quite familiar with the measures of her wife’s evil intent.
Sarah: They want to line up canon fodder, we’ll return expired BB pellets. And we will not be responsible for what we do to them. Every bit of suffering … every bone that we snap, falls on the plate of the OCW. What they gave us is just not good enough … and we will make them realize that through our actions. We’ve been insulted … so now we will cause injury.
Sarah picks up her glass after finishing off her rant to her wife and realizes that of course, it’s empty.
Sarah: Fuck’s sake, I need another drink!
Despite Sarah’s aggression and the violent tendencies she was displaying, Lilith continues to look at her wife with extremely dreamy eyes acting as if Sarah was saying the most seductive, alluring things ever.
Lilith: Damn… baby I completely forgot what you were like when you got into moods like this. We’ve been out of the ring for way too long, haha. You’re soooooooo yummy when you’re like this. Damn! But… ummmmmm… I don’t think you need another drink, babe. I think we’re done for the night honestly…
Lilith pauses for a moment as she looks at Sarah and bites her bottom lip a little bit as she scratches her fingernails over the top of the table.
Lilith: I’d MUCH rather do other things.
Lilith always had a way of entrancing her wife in such a subtle manner. As Lilith speaks to Sarah and makes the gestures she has, the redhead almost instantly calms down and finds herself in a very different mood. The anger and vitriol over their sub par contest almost seems to melt away in an instant as she now focuses on her beautiful wife.
Sarah: Other things, huh? Yeah … I definitely prefer that to drinking. So, back to our room?
She comments with piqued interest as Lilith extends her hand for Sarah to take hold of. The sultry redhead easily obliges and joins hands with her seductive, enthralling wife. Lilith places her other hand under their table and gently runs her long fingernails over Sarah’s thigh making her intentions crystal clear.
Lilith: Mmhmmmmm. I think we need to… ummmmm… work as a team here and make sure we’re both on the same page to make sure we’re successful in this new company of ours.
Lilith winks at Sarah.
Lilith: I’d love to see any team with better chemistry than us, haha.
The two women saunter and stumble out of the club to hail a taxi. Both intoxicated and now back to a vibrant, pleasant mood in their quest to spend the rest of the evening enjoying some ‘quality time’ together.
[OOC: Joint RP between Sarah and Lilith]
There is an inherent fear to that which you do not understand. A lingering disconcertment for that which you cannot control. Such is the case when you find yourself in an unfamiliar place during nightfall. Every sound, every shadow, heightens the senses and taps into our primal survival instincts. Fight or flight is the term most often used to describe this reaction. It is at this point that your brain must make the decision as to whether the danger should be engaged, or if it is simply a better option to flee and live to fight another day.
Self preservation should have been paramount to every last pairing throughout OCW the moment it had been made official that R.O.S.E. had joined their ranks. The acronym not a marketing ploy, but a way of life. An unholy union of evil who thirst for carnage, despair and suffering. Between them a path of destruction that has carved through countless promotions and an even greater number of victims. It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To the masses, their outward elegance is soft on the eyes, inviting and beguiling. It is that which lies within which is hideous, vile and despicable. Oft remember that those whom imparted their wisdom regarding beauty also warned to not judge a book by its cover.
Many men and many women have found themselves laid at the feet of the STANDARD, conquered and displayed in humiliation. Each one of these victims were blindsided by their true nature, their true malice and most of all their true power. Then again, the devil never tells you of his approach, his strategy … he waits until you have walked into the trap and gloats with a simpering smile the moment you’ve realized your defeat.
Your free will ends when our will concedes you.
Fresh off of an impressive, decisive Revival victory in Tampa, Lilith and Sarah Twilight relish in the comforts of being back to operating as a team. The enchanting redhead is seated in a comfortable office chair at the corner of the main room to their suite, intently viewing clips on her laptop. She was studying their upcoming opponents, Jack and Tom Lockwood… collectively known as the Lockwood Party. While it was quite common for the gorgeous redhead to be buried in her work, her wife took a much more relaxed approach. The raven haired beauty known simply as Lilith is comfortably laid on top of the covers to their enormous king sized bed, buffing and polishing her nails. They were, after all, her most dangerous asset.
Lilith glances over at her wife with a sigh as she continues to focus her attention on her flawless nails.
Lilith: Babyyyyy come onnnnn! You’ve been staring at the computer for hours! Let’s go do something else. It’s not like the stupid bitch bears are gonna be any different to the last match we had. What are they gonna do, no remember their name again?
Although Lilith was bubbly and mostly spoke about things that would make her appear on the surface as unintelligent, she was actually the complete opposite. Despite not spending as much time studying opponents as Sarah, she was quite well informed. This of course, her knowledge that The Lockwood Party had been around since original OCW and during that time, it was Jack and TIM Lockwood. Sarah turns her head a bit and looks at Lilith with a bit of curiosity, not expecting her to say this so offhandedly. Lilith giggles a bit as she continues to tend to her nails.
Lilith: You know, I’m still super disappointed from our last match. I totally expected a dark witch who would fight with you using all kinds of magic and stuff!
Lilith hesitates a moment before continuing.
Lilith: I mean, I knew she wasn't even a witch, haha! Anywayyyyyyy, we’re now going to fight people who have alzheimer's ... Timmy, Tommy, Tammy? … Why waste our time even looking at that stuff?!
Lilith continues to try and convince her wife to put her focus onto something else. This was mostly because unlike her normal process of preparing for a match, Sarah was becoming quite agitated with this particular scouting session. Lilith didn’t even have to guess that it had something to do with the caliber of opponents they’d been paired up against. To her surprise, Sarah shuts the laptop and pushes it away from her, exhaling deeply and de-stressing herself. The alluring redhead turns and gazes at her loving wife with a smile.
Sarah: You’re right. We should be spending our time having fun instead of being aggravated over the pile of shit they’re shoveling at us this week. Tournament ... pffft. As if there's a question of who is going to win this.
Sarah rises from her chair and saunters over near the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it beside Lilith as she continues to gaze adoringly at her wife.
Sarah: So what would you like to do tonight –
She pauses, shaking her head.
Sarah: Wait, don't answer that. Let’s go to a dance club. Really live it up for a few hours.
Lilith finally puts her nail file down as she looks across at her wife, now extremely excited.
Lilith bounces up and down a little bit on top of the bed as she looks at Sarah with love clearly in her eyes.
Lilith: Oooooooooooo! Baby that sounds like a super good idea! Especially so if you get dressed up all yummy.
Lilith winks at Sarah. She was often found checking Sarah out so her wife getting all dressed up was definitely something Lilith loved.
Lilith: That’ll definitely take our minds off of how dumb and stupid our match is, hahaha.
Club One
Savannah, Georgia
Being the only dance club in the area, Club One was also a prominent gay and lesbian bar in Savannah. Although Sarah and Lilith were clearly a married lesbian couple, they didn’t go out of their way to hang out in gay only bars and the such. Regardless, they wanted a night of clubbing and dancing and you can’t find a better place to do that than at a lively gay club. The atmosphere is wild and lively as would be expected. DJ Jackie Beat masters the turntables, spinning the hottest jams of techno, trap, hip hop and everything in between.
The pair are dressed to die for, just as Lilith had suggested. Sarah with a black spaghetti string crop top and a skin tight pair of black leather pants that are fringed cut almost bell bottoms, as well as black suede boots with four inch heels. Lilith is wearing a skintight black mini dress that shows off her curvaceous figure, especially her large chest and perfectly toned thighs and ass. The dress is covered in sequins making it very sparkly. Needless to say Lilith looks incredible, just as she always did. Nestled neatly against her visible cleavage she wears a moon pendant. As one of the songs finishes, the two make their way off of the dance floor over to one of the tables off to the side where they had been hanging out in between dances. Right on cue, a waitress arrives at the table with the drinks they’d ordered several minutes earlier. For Sarah, a Brandy Alexander and for Lilith, a Blue Hawaiian complete with the cocktail umbrella, chunk of pineapple and a cherry for aesthetics. This was now Sarah’s fifth drink and Lilith’s second. The two are smiling and happy, still swaying to the steady beats of the intermission.
Sarah: This was a great idea … we need to do more things like this. I’m so glad we came out tonight.
As Sarah says this, Lilith takes the umbrella out of her drink, licks the liquid off of it and plays with it in between her fingers. She gives her wife a cute smile as she nods her head at her, clearly totally enamored with her.
Lilith: I know. Me too, baby. I just can't wait to go back home after this.
The night carries on with both women enjoying their time together. Dancing like wild to the fast paced, high tempo jams and enjoying some loving embraces during the slower melodies. The two of them are so enveloped in each other that they do not immediately notice the massive amount of attention they were receiving from the other patrons. This, one of the main reasons they didn’t frequent gay specific establishments. They were, without doubt the most famous lesbian couple in this club and people had taken notice of them. Another intermission begins and again the two return to their table and their drinks. Sarah now on her eighth cocktail and Lilith on her fifth. Sarah almost completely downs her drink in one gulp as she was simply thirsty from all of the dancing. Lilith gasps as she notices how quickly Sarah drinks her drink knowing she had definitely had more than her at this point.
Lilith: Babyyyyyyyyy! I know you’re super happiful but don’t get TOO drunk. Some cute brunette girl might take total advantage of you if you do that.
Sarah giggles at her wife’s innuendo and shakes her head a bit.
Sarah: I was just parched from all the dancing, haha. Don’t worry, I won’t keep downing them like that.
Up to this point, both of them had been in an incredible mood. Truth be told, they hadn’t had this much fun during work travels in quite some time. However, the thing about Sarah is that she has a temper. And with the amount of alcohol she’d already consumed, the slightest change to her current happiness could set her off in a very different direction.
What happens next is harmless. There was certainly no intention of maliciousness or to ruin the couple’s night out. The problem was the attention they’d drawn by just … well, being who they are. Two men approach the table that the happy couple were occupying. One of them flamboyant and the other more stoic and reserved. Judging by the exuberance that was exhibited by the more talkative one, these men were clearly fans.
“OhMahGawd! It really IS you!”
The animated gentleman turns to his counterpart with an enormous amount of excitement.
“Look Peter! It’s really them!”
Sarah turns to glance at the two men and quirks a brow a bit, wondering what they wanted. Lilith notices Sarah’s response to the two men and hating people just as much as her wife, Lilith immediately places her hand over her eyes for a moment as she lets out a deep sigh.
Lilith: Oh jeez. Why can they never just leave us the heck alone…
The obvious distancing is lost on the men, especially the more energetic one who introduces himself.
“I’m Gary …. Oh and , this is my life partner, Peter.”
He looks between the two women anxiously.
Gary: I’m a HUGE fan! And so is Peter, isn’t that right snookums?
He looks to Peter who just nods his head almost unenthusiastically.
Gary: When I saw you two out on the floor, I just HAD to come and talk to you oooohhhh so divine! So divine to see such QUEENS! And … oh and you’ll love this …
Sarah rolls her eyes as this dope continues to rant and talk, not wanting to hear any of it. Lilith completely turns away from them. Yet, Gary continues.
Gary: When I saw that you two signed to the NEW OCW… I fluttered … not just my heart, all of me. It was just the greatest feeling. And so of course I just HAD to go and get the latest issue of OCW magazine and see ALL the juicy gossip and details of what was going on and there it was … right on page ninety-four … and girllllllllll I just have to say it’s about damn time!
Gary snaps his fingers reminiscent of Sha-Nay-Nay from a well known nineties sitcom. Although Lilith was trying her hardest to make it clear that she did not want to talk to these men or have anything to do with them at all, she does pick up on one thing that has just been said. Though before she can even address this, Sarah is already glaring at the flamboyant man.
Sarah: Excuse me?!
Gary is oblivious to the tone and the obvious agitation that was building as he blindly continues to make things worse.
Gary: I was just hoping that I could get you lovely ladies to sign my copy? I mean who would have thunk I’d meet you here?
Gary conveniently has his issue of the OCW magazine on hand as he removes it from the inner pocket of his windbreaker and places it on the table in front of them. Sarah continues to stare at him, much more now a glare. Slowly she moves her focus to the media print and in a swift motion, grabs it and rips it in half. She snaps her focus back at Gary.
Sarah: Get the fuck out of my face!
As she says this, she throws the torn magazine at him. Gary is in shock, mumbling and fumbling as Peter escorts him away from the women. Now, after eight drinks and a reminder of what Sarah viewed as disrespect, her mood has completely shifted as she looks back across at her wife.
Sarah: Ninety Four … page fucking NINETY FOUR! Are you fucking kidding me?!!
Lilith is equally as annoyed about this though she doesn’t blow up like Sarah has. Lilith instead tries her hardest to make sense of this, though she still thinks whoever is in charge of the magazine is clearly an idiot.
Lilith: Errrrrrr… I mean… we have been retired for a very long time… hmmmmmm… nope even that makes them dumb… yeah that’s really annoying…
This was only the tip of the iceberg for Sarah. She’d abandoned her incessant need to focus on work in order to come out and have a good time. Now that she’s been reminded of her agitation from earlier, and with several drinks under her belt, she simply lets loose.
Sarah: No fuck that! Absolutely fuck that!
Now Sarah grabs hold of the remainder of Lilith’s drink and down that in one gulp, clearly beside herself. She slams the empty glass back onto the table.
Sarah: We fly across the country for you to have a so-called ‘debut’ and you got served garbage. Now we are stuck in a TOURNAMENT! A fucking TOURNAMENT as if ANYONE is on our level and yet what do we get?! MORE garbage! Some fucking CLOWNS from original OCW ... who we've beaten SEVERAL times and that's what we get?! We've kicked those fuckers in the face so many times that one of them doesn't even know his name anymore! This is the level of disrespect we are facing.
Lilith blinks a few times as she isn’t even sure how to process this or respond to it.
Sarah: That’s an insult! You have just signed the greatest tag team of all time and what are we given? A pair of worthless wastes of space who have a combined IQ of 3 and an overall win record that is about the same. I’m pissed baby, I’m fucking PISSED!
Although Lilith was just as annoyed about this as Sarah, she does not blow up or even get that angry about it. Lilith knew something like this would happen to them and she shrugs her shoulders a bit as she looks at Sarah calmly. She goes to take a mouthful of her drink but then remembers Sarah had downed it. Lilith lets out a sigh as she speaks her mind on this situation.
Lilith: Baby… are you really THAT surprised about this stuff? There’s a good reason why every boss bear has always not liked me. I don’t like them, they don’t like me. I tell them what I want… they give me what I want! Maybe the issue here is I just haven’t gone Grrrrrr enough on whoever is in charge of booking us. I’ll make them go all scared and then they’ll be too worried about stuffs not to give me exactly what I want!
Despite Lilith having the approach that she did, Sarah always had one answer to these kinds of things and one answer only.
Sarah: I’m not concerned with who’s designing the contests. But I will make sure that they take notice. We are going to CRIPPLE these pathetic assholes. They aren’t going to need to worry about having a "party"… they should be worried about being confined to wheelchairs the rest of their lives and sipping their meals through a fucking straw!
The vile epitome of hatred that was brewing within the redhead’s eyes was evident, and Lilith was quite familiar with the measures of her wife’s evil intent.
Sarah: They want to line up canon fodder, we’ll return expired BB pellets. And we will not be responsible for what we do to them. Every bit of suffering … every bone that we snap, falls on the plate of the OCW. What they gave us is just not good enough … and we will make them realize that through our actions. We’ve been insulted … so now we will cause injury.
Sarah picks up her glass after finishing off her rant to her wife and realizes that of course, it’s empty.
Sarah: Fuck’s sake, I need another drink!
Despite Sarah’s aggression and the violent tendencies she was displaying, Lilith continues to look at her wife with extremely dreamy eyes acting as if Sarah was saying the most seductive, alluring things ever.
Lilith: Damn… baby I completely forgot what you were like when you got into moods like this. We’ve been out of the ring for way too long, haha. You’re soooooooo yummy when you’re like this. Damn! But… ummmmmm… I don’t think you need another drink, babe. I think we’re done for the night honestly…
Lilith pauses for a moment as she looks at Sarah and bites her bottom lip a little bit as she scratches her fingernails over the top of the table.
Lilith: I’d MUCH rather do other things.
Lilith always had a way of entrancing her wife in such a subtle manner. As Lilith speaks to Sarah and makes the gestures she has, the redhead almost instantly calms down and finds herself in a very different mood. The anger and vitriol over their sub par contest almost seems to melt away in an instant as she now focuses on her beautiful wife.
Sarah: Other things, huh? Yeah … I definitely prefer that to drinking. So, back to our room?
She comments with piqued interest as Lilith extends her hand for Sarah to take hold of. The sultry redhead easily obliges and joins hands with her seductive, enthralling wife. Lilith places her other hand under their table and gently runs her long fingernails over Sarah’s thigh making her intentions crystal clear.
Lilith: Mmhmmmmm. I think we need to… ummmmm… work as a team here and make sure we’re both on the same page to make sure we’re successful in this new company of ours.
Lilith winks at Sarah.
Lilith: I’d love to see any team with better chemistry than us, haha.
The two women saunter and stumble out of the club to hail a taxi. Both intoxicated and now back to a vibrant, pleasant mood in their quest to spend the rest of the evening enjoying some ‘quality time’ together.
[OOC: Joint RP between Sarah and Lilith]
